Quotes About Nature

Flexibility, spontaneity, and complete freedom of thought and action are the only ways to respond successfully to the constant flux of nature and thus live in accord with the Tao.

Giardinaggio, prole (i bambini di Marianne e i nostri figli adolescenti), fricassee di funghi, musica, non si finirebbe mai di elencare le piccole gioie che alimentano l'istinto di vivere.

La nostra voce è la musica che fa il vento quando ci attraversa il corpo (be', quando non esce da sotto).

À chaque rencontre, on constate qu'une vie s'est épanouie, aussi imprévisible que la forme d'un nuage

I have amazing news for you. Man is not alone on this planet. He is part of a community, upon which he depends absolutely.

It's the idea that people living close to nature tend to be noble. It's seeing all those sunsets that does it. You can't watch a sunset and then go off and set fire to your neighbor's tepee. Living close to nature is wonderful for your mental health.

The premise of the Taker story is 'the world belongs to man'. … The premise of the Leaver story is 'man belongs to the world'.

We're not destroying the world because we're clumsy. We're destroying the world because we are, in a very literal and deliberate way, at war with it.

Do you see the slightest evidence anywhere in the universe that creation came to an end with the birth of man? Do you see the slightest evidence anywhere out there that man was the climax toward which creation had been straining from the beginning? ...Very far from it. The universe went on as before, the planet went on as before. Man's appearance caused no more stir than the appearance of jellyfish.

The world must live. We are only one species among billions. The gods don't love us any more than they love spiders or bears or whales or water lilies.

The world doesn't belong to us, we belong to it. Always have, always will. We belong to the world. We belong to the community of life on this planet--it doesn't belong to us. We got confused about that, now it's time to set the record straight

Worship is the submission of all of our nature to God. It is the quickening of conscience by His holiness, nourishment of mind by His truth, purifying of imagination by His beauty, opening of the heart to His love, and submission of will to His purpose, and all this gathered up in adoration is the greatest of human expressions of which we are capable.' -William Temple, archbishop of Canterbury (1881-1944)

Water benefits all living things without taking credit for doing so. Indeed, after bestowing its life-giving benefits to field and stream, man and beast, water is perfectly content to puddle up and rest in the lowest, darkest places on earth. It falls as rain from the heavens and, when its work is done, it flows down into the deepest recesses of the earth. p7

A terrible thing, isn't it?" "What's that, Ari?" "For the child to die before the parent. It upends the natural order of things.

What would it be like, a world without snow? I cannot imagine such a place. It would be like a world devoid of numbers. Every snowflake, unique as every number, tells us something about complexity. Perhaps that is why we will never tire of its wonder.

Clouds and buttercups exist in poetry, but they are there only because storms and flowers populate the world too.

The bodies draped down through the leaves like rancid baubles in the locks of a horrible harlot.

Ree followed a path made by prey uphill through scrub, across a bald knob and downhill into a section of pine trees and pine scent and that pious shade and silence pines create. Pine trees in low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

The going sun chucked a vast spread of red behind the ridgeline. A horizon of red light parsed into shafts by standing trees to throw pink in streaks across the valley snow.

To cover the houses and the stones with green—so the sky would make sense—you have to push down black roots into the dark. —CESARE PAVESE

On this day I saw a three-legged buck, with battered antlers and worn fur, drag off through the woods. The proud stag lived on but, crippled up and worn, he would soon feed other beasts.

We need new rituals to awaken us to the fact that we are not separate from the land, water, and sky. We need ceremonies putting us back in touch, and urging us to conserve the resources that give life to everything in existence. We need to once again think as part of something greater, to view reality from a place higher than the narrow confines of a shortsighted ego. Empathy toward other living things should be one of the very first lessons instilled by all religions.

The peaceful side of nature, speaks to our soul in whispers."

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