Quotes About Unity

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.

We'll meet you up there. When you come around.

The several hundred kinds of hawthorn laugh at the single name they're forced to share.

Aly affirmait souvent - à moi, aux parlementaires locaux, à ses collègues, aux abonnés de son blog, à qui voulait l'entendre - que si une masse critique de gens, si modeste soit-elle, retrouvait la conscience du lien qui nous unit, l'économie deviendrait écologie.

The things she catches Doug-firs doing, over the course of these years, fill her with joy. When the lateral roots of two Douglas-firs run into each other

those self-grafted knots, the two trees join their vascular systems together and become one. Networked together underground by countless thousands of miles of living fungal threads, her trees feed and heal each other, keep their young and sick alive, pool their resources and metabolites into community chests. . . . It will take years for the picture to emerge. There

Competition is not separable from endless flavors of cooperation.

Nobody does anything by themselves.

The people inside these changed lives differ from us only in degree. Each of us has inhabited these baffling islands, if only briefly.

Nothing we can do. But at least we can do it together.

People have no corner on curious behavior. Other creatures—bigger, slower, older, more durable—call the shots, make the weather, feed creation, and create the very air.

But even now, after an immense journey in separate directions, that tree and you still share a quarter of your genes.

Underground, the eighty-year-old trunks are a hundred thousand, if they're a day. She wouldn't be surprised if this great, joined, single clonal creature that looks like a forest has been around for the better part of a million years. That's why she has stopped: to see one of the oldest, largest living things on earth. All around her spreads one single male whose genetically identical trunks cover more than a hundred acres.

What do I do now, for the next forty years? What work can't the efficiency of unified mankind chop into pure fertilizer?

Join enough living things together, through the air and underground, and you wind up with something that has intention. Forest. A threatened creature.

It's sometimes hard to say whether a tree is a single thing or whether it's a million.

When the lateral roots of two Douglas-firs run into each other underground, they fuse. Through those self-grafted knots, the two trees join their vascular systems together and become one. Networked together underground by countless thousands of miles of living fungal threads, her trees feed and heal each other, keep their young and sick alive, pool their resources and metabolites into community chests. . . . It

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

once you enumerate them all, once you sample seven billion examples from each of seven billion humans and fit them together in their trillion trillion contexts, all things begin to come clear.

Trees are their kin, with hopes, fears, and social codes, and their goal as people has always been to charm and inveigle green things, to win them in symbolic marriage.

If we knew what green wanted, we wouldn't have to choose between the Earth's interests and ours. They'd be the same!

Tecumseh tried to unite the scattered nations under the banner of Crane Power, but the Hopi mark for the crane's foot became the world's peace symbol.

Mysteriously, almost unaccountably, my family had ended up in the trees, sort of like the Swiss Family Robinson.

The world becomes a pageant of diversity with its differences neatly organised and selected.