Quotes About Unity

Conformity is the enemy of friendship

Royal[s] can't manage on their own.

There are four good things worth practicing. Being kind toward everything alive. Staying level and steady. Feeling happy for any creature anywhere that is happy. And remembering that any suffering is also yours.

A leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.

A tree is a passage between earth and sky.

We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men. . . . In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.

CONTROL KILLS CONNECTION HEALS

She takes his shaking hand in the dark. It feels good, like a root must feel, when it finds, after centuries, another root to pleach to underground. There are a hundred thousand species of love, separately invented, each more ingenious than the last, and every one of them keeps making things.

Life is nothing but mutual infection.

But people aren't alone, and they never have been.

The bird and the fish may fall in love but where will they build their nest?

Someday we'll learn again how to train on this living place, and holding still will be like flying.

I do not think it too remote that we may come to regard the Earth, as some have suggested, as one organism, of which mankind is a functional part—the mind, perhaps.

There are no individuals. There aren't even separate species. Everything in the forest is the forest.

Enlightenment is a shared enterprise. It needs some other voice saying, You are not wrong. . . .

For the first time, she realizes that being alone is a contradiction in terms. Even in a body's most private moments, something else joins in.

Who does the tree-hugger really hug, when he hugs a tree?

Everything in the forest is the forest. Competition is not separable from endless flavors of cooperation.

Maybe it's useful to think of forests as enormous spreading, branching, underground super-trees.

She writes her favorite lines in the inside covers of her field notebooks and peeks at them when department politics and the cruelty of frightened humans get her down. The words withstand the full brutality of day. We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men. . . . In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.

Creatures, all of whome heard humans and knew them as just a part of the wider network of sounds. Living things of every gauge, for whom the roadside bar was just another mound in the continuous test of the landscape, just another swarming node in the biome to exploit.

Here's a little outsider information, and you can wait for it to be confirmed. A forest knows things. They wire themselves up underground. There are brains down there, ones our own brains aren't shaped to see. Root plasticity, solving problems and making decisions. Fungal synapses. What else do you want to call it? Link enough trees together, and a forest grows aware.

You live between three trees.

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON