Quotes About Ecology

If we Not Take care the Nature how iT Will Safe us.

A small parish is a fragile ecology.

That year the Ribeiro's daffodils seeded early and they seeded cockroaches. Now, ecologically speaking, even a cockroach has its place -- but these suckers bit. That didn't sound Earth-authentic to me. Not that I care, mind you, all I ask is useful. I wasn't betting on that either.

Deep inside, we still have a longing to be reconnected with the nature that shaped our imagination

We are still beholden to ecological laws, the same as any other life-form.

A river can't forgive because it is only capable, in the first place, of love. A river loves the dumpers, the polluters, the slayers, the nest-thieves, the bird-killers, the dammers, the water-stealers. A river loves even the clear-cutters. But I can forgive. I am trying to be like the river.

In contrast [to trees and fish], oil, metals, and coal are not renewable; they don't reproduce, sprout, or have sex to produce baby oil droplets or coal nuggets.

The outcome—today's technological civilization with its massive psychopathologies and unending ecological disasters—is a collective reflection of the traumatized personality."1

Now they are engaged in destroying nature and the planet that sustains them. Unbelievable but true. Humans are a dangerously insane and very sick species. That's not a judgment. It's a fact. It is also a fact that the sanity is there underneath the madness. Healing and redemption are available right now.

A hydroid colony no bigger than can be contained in one's cupped hands may be almost a whole universe in itself - a complete unit of life, with possibly dozens of units in one tide pool.

The environment is everything that isn't me.

It's very, very dangerous to lose contact with living nature.

Man has lost the capacity to foresee and to forestall. He will end by destroying the earth.

The richest values of wilderness lie not in the days of Daniel Boone, nor even in the present, but rather in the future.

One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds. Much of the damage inflicted on land is quite invisible to laymen. And ecologist must either harden his shell and make believe that the consequences of science are none of his business, or he must be the doctor who sees the marks of death in a community that believes itself well and does not want to be told otherwise.

We face the question whether a still higher standard of living is worth its costs in things natural, wild, and free.

No matter how intently one studies the hundred little dramas of the woods and meadows, one can never learn all the salient facts about any one of them.

That land is a community is the basic concept of ecology, but that land is to be loved and respected is an extension of ethics.

To keep every cog and wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering.

Tell me of what plant-birthday a man takes notice, and I shall tell you a good deal about his vocation, his hobbies, his hay fever, and the general level of his ecological education.

There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot. These essays are the delights and dilemmas of those who cannot

To those who know the speech of hills and rivers straightening a stream is like shipping vagrants—a very successful method of passing trouble from one place to the next. It solves nothing in any collective sense.

That land is a community is the basic concept of ecology, but that land is to be loved and respected is an extension of ethics. That lands yields a cultural harvest is a fact long known, but latterly often forgotten.

The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant: What good is it?