Nature Quotes - Page 8

We are here to witness. There is nothing else to do with those mute materials we do not need. Until Larry teaches his stone to talk, until God changes his mind, or until the pagan gods slip back to their hilltop groves, all we can do with the whole inhuman array is watch it.

Woods are grim places. Farmers shoot squirrels, crows, magpies, and hang them up on trees to warn Mother Nature to get it together or else. Much notice she takes, being in league with God. They're a right pair, more carnage than the rest of us put together.

We must imagine our lives well. We must engage our conscience. Conscience is the voice of God in the nature and heart of man.

The priceless gifts (life, love, joy, goodness, family, nature) are freely given by the Creator.

And for the Keeper, waves splashed, trees swayed, stones protected knowledge, and wind waited for orders.

All this is still my kingdom, a small portion of the splendid riches which God distributes to passers-by, to wanderers and to solitaries. The earth belongs to anyone who stops for a moment, gazes and goes on his way; the whole sun belongs to the naked lizard who basks in it.

Spirituality can exist only in a pure heart.

Listen to the murmur of water and you'll hear Mother Nature.
Listen to the stillness beneath, and there you'll find God.

We Create God, Mankind's Nature.

Religion, n. A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable.

Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.

Night always turns to day again as long as the sun shall rise, so shall it be for darkened dreams grown pale from compromise

Y por que el sol es tan mal amigo
del caminante en el desierto?

Y por que el sol es tan simpatico
en el jardin del hospital?

And why is the sun such a bad companion
to the traveler in the desert?

And why is the sun so congenial
in the hospital garden?

Our Higher Self: The part of us that is connected to nature and also humanity" from Cinderella in Focus: Cindy's Secret

With what infinite & unwearied expectation and proclamations the cocks usher in every dawn, as if there had never been one before.

I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more

...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

If we surrendered
to earth's intelligence
we could rise up rooted, like trees.