Quotes About Nature

Dr. Joel Fleischman in nature. Not exactly the man you knew. He couldn't see past the Hudson River if he tried. He liked his fish smoked or preferable hand sliced from Zabars on a sliced bagel served with onions. Nature, to him, was an irritant. Birds didn't sing, they woke him up. A body of water wasn't life, it was a golf hazard..

Spring has sprung. We're free at last, people. Free at last. Thank you mother nature, we're free. Time to toss open that metaphysical window and check out that psychic landscape. See lots of possibilities budding out there. Time to hoe those rows, feed that seed. Pretty soon you get a garden.

The Eagle wasn't always the Eagle. The Eagle, before he became the Eagle, was Yucatangee, the Talker. Yucatangee talked and talked. It talked so much it heard only itself. Not the river, not the wind, not even the Wolf. The Raven came and said The Wolf is hungry. If you stop talking, you'll hear him. The wind too. And when you hear the wind, you'll fly. So he stopped talking. And became its nature, the Eagle. The Eagle soared, and its flight said all it needed to say.

The fact that when we die we are nothing more than worm meat---I just don't think about it.

When people look most vicious, what you are seeing is not their animal side. It is the savagery that only humans can muster.

Fitz: Shall we get up tomorrow and go looking for a wild pig? Nighteyes: I didn't lose any wild pigs, did you?

Some speak of the savagery of beasts. I will ever prefer that to the thoughtless contempt some men have toward animals.

I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.

I think that old magic draws much of its strength from that acknowledgment: that we are a part of that world.

Name it as you will, claim it as you will, the world does not belong to men. Men belong to the world. You will not own the earth that eventually your body will become, nor will it recall the name it once answered to.

One does not have to be Witted to know the companionship of a beast, and to know that the friendship of an animal is every bit as rich and complicated as that of a man or woman.

It is the nature of humans that we tend to pass our pain along. As if we could get rid of it by inflicting an equal hurt on someone else.

much discomfort was based on human expectations. As a man, I expected to be warm and dry when I chose to be. Animals did not harbor any such beliefs. So it was raining. That part of me that was wolf could accept that. Rain meant being cold and wet. Once I acknowledged that and stopped comparing it to what I wished it to be, the conditions were far more tolerable.

A leaf turns in the wind, and you suddenly have a different perception of what colour it is.

You are not a man as ordinary men are. They think they have a right to all beasts; to hunt them and eat them, or to subjugate them and rule their lives. You know you have no such right to mastery. The horse that carries you will do so because he wishes to, as does the wolf that hunts beside you. You have a deeper sense of yourself in the world. You believe you have a right, not to rule it, but to be part of it. Predator or prey; there is no shame to being either one.

They regarded our passage not at all, and by the afternoon I felt no more significant than an ant. I had never thought to be disdained by a tree.

Death fed life.

Is it the nature of the world that all things seek a rhythm, and in that rhythm a sort o peace?

When the bee to the earth does fall, the butterfly comes back to change all

But a wall that will not yield to a battering ram can still be breached by the gentle twining of ivy.

The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places.

The hunt for meat is best, but any hunt is always the hunt, and one is never more alive than during the hunt.

They spoke of a dream of a child who bore the heart of a wolf.

Está en la naturaleza del mundo que todas las cosas busquen un ritmo, y en ese ritmo anhelen una especie de paz?