Quotes About Nature

Every love has its landscape.

Even decay is a form of transformation into other living things, part of the great rampage of becoming that is also unbecoming.

And then there is the extravagance of places where summer hardly has darkness and winter hardly has light, as though the light were gambled away or drunk down all in one long exhilarated draught that brings on the long darkness.

Marble lasts, but soil feeds.

Stepping into the smell of a long-abandoned aple crop, Cameron called towards the house, hoping to catch his mother's attention in the window where she would be sitting working

Those eagles, like angels, don't distinguish between work and play. To them, it is all one and the same.

the page swiftly. Sidda did not stop to correct herself, or to analyze why she was doing this. She simply glanced at the creekbank photo, sat at the cabin's table, and wrote from the heart. Oh, how Mama and the Ya-Yas laughed! I could hear them from the water where I played with

the ocean is my mother.

Man is but a reed, the most feeble thing in nature; but he is a thinking reed. The entire universe need not arm itself to crush him. A vapour, a drop of water suffices to kill him. But if the universe were to crush him, man would still be more noble than that which killed him, because he knows that he dies and the advantage which the universe has over him; the universe knows nothing of this.

Behind it was that vast suspension bridge which always troubles me because it reminds me that in this mechanized age I am as little able to understand my environment as any primitive woman who thinks that a waterfall is inhabited by a spirit, and indeed less so, for her opinion might from a poetical point of view be correct.

I was like a sea pulled by two moons. This must mean a boiling of the waters, tides that rushed up and carried away structures meant for living in, and then receded till earth that should be covered lay naked.

So I went out alone into a soft day, with the dispelled winter lurking above in high dark clouds under which there ran quick fresh currents of air, and broken shafts of insistent sunshine that spread a grey clarity of light in which every colour showed sharp and strong.:

To awaken to this teaching is to have 'no-idea,' 'no-memory,' and 'no-attachment.' Not giving rise to delusions, this is the nature of suchness.33 View all dharmas with wisdom. Neither grasp them nor reject them. This is the way to see your nature and become a buddha.

the birds] were the yellow of all yellows, the kind of yellow that every other yellow secretly wishes to be.

I felt afraid that the curtain between worlds was not sufficient. Air blew things in and away and water exiled its creatures onto dry land and rushed away from them. It seemed to be the nature of water and air, to be random, heartless.

Only upon death does an organism reach equilibrium with its inanimate environment.

Als Abenteurer habe ich weder gegen die Natur angekämpft noch mich in ihr verloren. Ich habe gelernt, in ihr zu lesen, sie als gegeben zu respektieren und nicht weiter mit dem Leben zu hadern. Damit bin ich zu meinen Erkenntnissen über die Menschennatur gekommen und zu dem Mut, den Sinn in meinem Tun selbst zu definieren. Niemand hat mich dazu gezwungen. Ständig in der Wildnis unterwegs und vor das Nichts gestellt, zwingt uns die Natur zur Besinnung auf uns selbst.

Der Sturm klärt den trübsten Himmel auf. Nicht allein unser Charakter und noch weniger die Welt, in die wir hineingeboren werden, sind unser Schicksal. Im Hinterfragen und nicht im Glauben an eine Fügung finden wir Selbstvergewisserung.

A kind of relationship had developed between the mountain and me, which had to grow and endure in order to become timeless, even after my death.

Ich war nie ein Wilder: zwar unangepasst, ein Sucher im Sinne von Geisteshaltung, Ideal, Ästhetik und Neugier. Und ich gehe weiterhin in die Wildnis: um einer gezähmten Welt zu entkommen, der wahren Menschennatur auf der Spur.

Autumn is as joyful and sweet as an untimely end.

Jusqu'au fond de l'horizon imaginable, jusqu'au bout du monde, il entendait la chute immense et molle des flocons.

Et voilà ! Ils sont là ! Ils sont nous ! Ils ont repeuplé le monde, et ils sont aussi cons qu'avant, et prêts à faire de nouveau sauter la baraque. C'est pas beau, ça ? C'est l'homme !

Tu as rdv la viande, la salade, les fruits. Tu m'as dit : - Vous mangez de la bête! ... Vous mangez de l'herbe! ... Vous mangez de l'arbre! ... J'ai essayé de sourire. J'ai répondu : - Nous sommes des barbares... J'ai fait venir des roses. Tu as cru que cela aussi nous le mangions...