Quotes About Environment

Mosses are the amphibians of the plant world. They

What if you were a teacher but had no voice to speak your knowledge? What if you had no language at all and yet there was something you needed to say? Wouldn't you dance it? Wouldn't you act it out? Wouldn't your every movement tell the story? In time you would be so eloquent that just to gaze upon you would reveal it all. And so it is with these silent green lives.

It has become a place of inspiration and solitude for writers, writers who could be the restoration ecologists of relationship.

However alluring the thought of warmth, there is no substitute for standing in the rain to waken every sense - senses that are muted within four walls, where my attention would be on me instead of all that is more than me.

The plants can tell us her story; we need to learn to listen.

I hope I am also teaching them to know the world as a neighborhood of nonhuman residents, to know that, as ecotheologian Thomas Berry has written, "we must say of the universe that it is a communion of subjects, not a collection of objects.

Most spores can't germinate in the leafy carpet of their own parents, so getting away is imperative

Everybody lives downstream.

To restore sweetgrass here we'll need to loosen the hold of the colonists, opening a way for the return of the natives.

As I listen to them, I hear another whisper from the swaying stand of cattails, from spruce boughs in the wind, a reminder that caring is not abstract. The circle of ecological compassion we feel is enlarged by direct experience of the living world, and shrunken by its lack.

biocultural or reciprocal restoration.

They succeed by matching the unique properties of their form to the physical laws of interaction between air and earth.

I just stand there, tears running down my cheeks in nameless emotion that tastes of joy and of grief. Joy for the being of the shimmering world and grief for what we have lost.

Something is broken when the food comes on a Styrofoam tray wrapped in slippery plastic, a carcass of a being whose only chance at life was a cramped cage.

A species and a culture that treat the natural world with respect and reciprocity will surely pass on genes to ensuing generations with a higher frequency than the people who destroy it. The stories we choose to shape our behaviors have adaptive consequences

we perpetrate the illusion that the things we consume have just fallen off the back of Santa's sleigh, not been ripped from the earth. The illusion enables us to imagine that the only choices we have are between brands.

The locals tell me that alcoholism and crime increases in fracking areas. Also traffic accidents, because of the heavy machinery using roads not meant to carry the loads and noise.

Fog is a cloud on the ground.

You aren't aware your clothes are getting wet in the rain.

What better place to look for trash than in America - the land of consumption and waste?

People are shaped by the earth and water around them.

It is our duty to be keepers and managers of the sea. If we protect our wet fields, they will continue to provide for us.

A word I read comes to mind: solastalgia, a miserable tangle of solace, desolation, and nostalgia.

A word I read comes to mind: solastalgia, a miserable tangle of solace, desolation, and nostalgia. Glenn Albrecht defines it as the distress of seeing a familiar environment bitterly transformed by drought, fire, flood, war.