Quotes About Environment

Passion is lifted from the earth itself by the muddy hands of the young; it travels along grass-stained sleeves to the heart. If we are going to save environmentalism and the environment, we must also save an endangered indicator species: the child in nature.

If you can't live in the land you love, love the land you're in.

Man's heart, away from nature, becomes hard; [the Lakota] knew that lack of respect for growing, living things soon led to lack of respect for humans too. —LUTHER STANDING BEAR (C. 1868–1939)

This principle holds that a reconnection to the natural world is fundamental to human health, well-being, spirit, and survival.

What would our lives be like if our days and nights were as immersed in nature as they are in technology?

I couldn't tell you, Robert, what the higher ramifications are of being soul mates. I can tell you this however. As long as you are separated from your own, that long are you troubled. No matter what the circumstances, no matter how exquisite the environment in which you find yourself. To be half

The atmosphere in here—

Earth will be monetized until all trees grow in straight lines, three people own all seven continents, and every large organism is bred to be slaughtered.

Trees know when we are close by. The chemistry of their roots and the perfumes of their leaves pump out change when we're near...when you feel good after a walk in the woods, it may be that certain species are bribing you

Trees stand at the heart of ecology, and they must come to stand at the heart of human politics.

We're cashing in a billion years of planetary savings bonds and blowing it on assorted bling.

Trees fall with spectacular crashes. Planting is silent and growth invisible.

A country watches dumbstruck as New England's priceless chestnuts melt away. The tree of the tanning industry, of railroad ties, train cars, telegraph poles, fuel, fences, houses, barns, fine desks, tables, pianos, crates, paper pulp, and endless free shade and food—the most harvested tree in the country—is vanishing.

Trees fall with spectacular crashes. But planting is silent and growth is invisible.

She has seen dieback across the West. Aspens are withering. Grazed on by everything with hooves, cut off from rejuvenating fire, whole groves are vanishing. Now she sees a forest, spreading across these mountains since before humans left Africa, giving way to second homes. She sees it in one great glimpse of flashing gold: trees and humans, at war over the land and water and atmosphere. And she can hear, louder than the quaking leaves, which side will lose by winning.

A tree is a wondrous thing that shelters, feeds, and protects all living things. It even offers shade to the axmen who destroy it. And with those words, she has her book's end.

Do you believe human beings are using resources faster than the world can replace them?

The day would come when the last clean cause and effect would disappear into thickets of tangled networks.

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

The world depends on so many different species, each a nutty experiment

photosynthesis: a feat of chemical engineering underpinning creation's entire cathedral.

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

someone to speak for the trees." She

a simple machine needing no fuel and little maintenance, one that steadily sequesters carbon, enriches the soil, cools the ground, scrubs the air, and scales easily to any size. A tech that copies itself and even drops food for free. A device so beautiful it's the stuff of poems.