Quotes About Nature

los nómadas y sus rebaños tomaban lo que necesitaban y luego se iban, dejando tras de sí una naturaleza aún más rica que antes.

With our passing, might some lost contribution of ours leave the planet a bit more impoverished? It is possible that, instead of heaving a huge biological sigh of relief, the world without us would miss us?

pulsations that rock the planet.

And should biologic time run out and some plastics remain, there is always geologic time. "The upheavals and pressure will change it into something else. Just like trees buried in bogs a long time ago—the geologic process, not biodegradation, changed them into oil and coal. Maybe high concentrations of plastics will turn into something like that. Eventually, they will change. Change is the hallmark of nature. Nothing remains the same.

I think that people's nature is always to want a better life. So from that, we should not expect human beings to behave for benefit of the rest of nature-of the environment. You can only expect people to help the environment out of their own interest" Proffessor Zheng Zhe

aunque obviamente los humanos hemos sobrevivido a cualquier virus o meteorito que la naturaleza nos ha lanzado hasta ahora, la tecnología es algo que nosotros nos lanzamos a nosotros mismos por nuestra cuenta y riesgo.

Este equilibrio entre humanos, flora y fauna empezó a tambalearse cuando los primeros se convirtieron ellos mismos en presa; o, mejor dicho, en mercancía.

Bred to the pavement and steel that became his life's work, he nonetheless marvels at the annual miracle of baby peregrine falcons hatching high atop the George Washington's towers, and at the sheer botanical audacity of grass, weeds, and ailanthus trees that defiantly bloom, far from topsoil, from metal niches suspended high above the water.

But we have not understood the world; how its way is to destroy without destroying, the way air levels a mountain; things fly apart in a vacuum... It wears us to the hard thing we cannot help being; and if the only hard thing is our determination not to be hard, it wears us down to that.

When I'm off the road, my husband and I recharge our batteries. It's a day of deep rest and connection with the spiritual, and that can be anything - going for a walk in nature, being in silence, burning incense.

Augustine's final verdict on the philosophers of Greece and Rome was that, although they had made various mistakes, "nature itself has not permitted them to wander too far from the path of truth" in their judgments about the supreme good (De Civitate Dei 19.1).

That law is one and the same for all rational beings; it has nothing to do with local particularity or circumstance. The good man is a citizen of the universe; his relation to all other collectivities, to city, kingdom or empire is secondary and accidental. Stoicism thus invites us to stand against the world of physical and political circumstance at the very same time that it requires us to act in conformity with nature.

The city is a place where nature is excised and then mourned, killed off then raised from the dead, only to be entombed in caged-off spaces of floral tribute.

Sometimes all you need is to climb a simple hill, to spend time staring at an empty horizon, to jump into a cold river or sleep under the stars, or perhaps share a whisky at a small country inn in order to remind yourself what matters most to you in life.

In a busy city it is easy to forget that somewhere out there are fields and rivers and peace.

It is always worth making a little effort to find a special spot to sleep because the memories and the smug Instagram photo last long after you've got your breath back. Bivvying

Patagonia, like Mr Kipling, really does make exceedingly good lakes.

It is normal nowadays to spend most of our lives inside, temperature-controlled, light-switched, water-softened, air-freshened and double-glazed. We have become like babies in incubators, unable to survive in the world. I only sense the sterility of this when my situation is reversed and I spend so much time outside that going in feels strange once more. I am more at peace with myself and the world when I spend an extended period outdoors.

There lives and there leaps in me A love of the lowly things of earth, And a passion to be free. To pitch my tent with no prosy plan, To range and to change at will, To mock at the mastership of man, To seek Adventure's thrill, Carefree to be, as a bird that sings, To go my own sweet way. Robert Service

And although, snug in your sleeping bag on a frosty night, the valley below may be bright with street lights and roads, the wind is as raw and fresh as ever, and a night beneath the stars remains magical and precious.

It feels good to carry my world on my back. I smile in the sunlight. I could travel and live this lightly forever, I remember as I get into my stride.

I am more at peace with myself and the world when I spend an extended period outdoors

It is easy to begin but hard to stick at, which is why I respect anyone who has completed a long hike. You learn a lot, someone, by hiking in the hills

Masai and elephants. The rest is dust.