Quotes About Environment

All around us, erosion and insects are just chewing up the world, never mind people and pollution. Everything biodegrades with or without you pushing.

Only when we eat up this planet will God give us another. We'll be remembered more for what we destroy than what we create.

At the store, they have one-hundred-percent-recycled toilet paper," Marla says. The worst job in the whole world must be recycling toilet paper." I

At the store, they have one-hundred-percent-recycled toilet paper," Marla says. The worst job in the whole world must be recycling toilet paper.

It's not a big deal, the way Dr. Marshall sees it. We do it every day. Kill the unborn to save the elderly. In the gold wash of the chapel, breathing her reasons into my ear, she asked, every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren't we killing the future to preserve the present? The

It's not a big deal, the way Dr. Marshall sees it. We do it every day. Kill the unborn to save the elderly. In the gold wash of the chapel, breathing her reasons into my ear, she asked, every time we burn a gallon of gas or an acre of rain forest, aren't we killing the future to preserve the present?

Cuando hayamos destruido este planeta, Dios nos dará otro. Se nos recordará más por lo que destruimos que por lo que creamos.

Don't think of this as extinction. Think of this as downsizing. For thousands of years, human beings had screwed up and trashed and crapped on this planet, and now history expected me to clean up after everyone. I have to wash out and flatten my soup cans. And account for every drop of used motor oil. And I have to foot the bill for nuclear waste and buried gasoline tanks and landfilled toxic sludge dumped a generation before I was born.

We all have the same Rislampa/Har paper lamps made from wire and environmentally friendly unbleached paper. Mine are confetti.

Humankind was a disease. The earth was the body. Climate change was the fever.

the sound of it nearly lost to the zipper-unzipping buzz of the cicadas.

what happens to the world when antibiotics fail us all? Everything from heart operations to getting a tattoo will go from being rote explorations of the human body to perilous trips like the first pioneers crossing the badlands . . . Once antibiotics go, everything goes. Maybe that won't be the first domino to fall. Maybe it'll be the one where we lose all the honeybees, or maybe it'll be when we lose all the ice caps, or, or, or—

Man knows next to nothing about the ocean. And because of that, he doesn't respect it, and he is ruining it with overfishing, pollution, global warming, toxic algal blooms.

Gravel popped like popcorn under

It makes sense that if you stand almost daily in the middle of a perfect crescent of shore, with a vista open to eternity, you'll conceive of possibility differently from someone raised in a wooded valley or among the canyons of a big city. Or

It is important to address hygiene factors such as a safe and comfortable working environment, relationship with managers and colleagues, enough money to look after your family—if you don't have these things, you'll experience dissatisfaction with your work. But these alone won't do anything to make you love your job—they will just stop you from hating it.

Sometimes nature is even crueller than politics.

I hate hospitals. The nurses all have icy hands and the color on the goddamned TV is always changing.

Man is as much a slave to his immediate surroundings now as he was when he lived in tree-huts. Give him the highest, the most exciting thoughts about man's place in the universe, the meaning of history; they can all be snuffed out in a moment if he wants his dinner, or feels irritated by a child squalling on a bus.

How could they be on opposite sides when it came to protecting the planet that hosted all of them?

The paint hung in thin rinds from the ceiling, and the sooty windows turned every hour overcast.

If that happened to the harmless places, what do you think the haunted places looked like?

Crossing a single street transformed the way people talked, determined the size and condition of the homes, the dimension and character of the dreams. In

If you think of the world without people it's about the most perfect thing there ever is. It's all balanced and shit. But then come the people, and they fuck it up. It's like you got Aretha Franklin in your bedroom and she's just giving it her all, she's singing just for you, she's on fire...and then all of a sudden out pops Barry Manilow from behind the curtains.