Quotes About Nature

Ha bisogno di qualche ristoro il mio buio cuore disperso Negli incastri fangosi dei sassi come un'erba di questa contrada vuol tremare piano alla luce

Tra un fiore colto e l' altro donato l' inesprimibile nulla

Oggi come l'Isonzo di asfalto azzurro mi fisso nella cenere del greto scoperto dal sole e mi transmuto in volo di nubi Appieno infine sfrenato il solito ragazzo sgomento non batte più il tempo col cuore non ha né tempo né luogo è felice

I'm in the kitchen. You are three days dead. A smiling moon rises on fertile ground, White stars and vegetables. The sky is blue. Clock hands sweep by it all, they twirl around, Pushing me, oarless, from the shore of you.

A garden is evidence of faith. It links us with all the misty figures of the past who also planted and were nourished by the fruits of their planting.

MARVEAUX The soil feels good. HALLIWELL A man must touch the earth every so often or else he will go crazy.

Consider little children. There are not many of them not cute and lovable and precious, sweet as whipped honey and butter. So where do all the wicked people come from?

The beast is redundant. It's been us all along.

Full moon rises. You change. You need what you need, so you do what you do. The kill – like the show – must go on.

The rain had stopped and the sky was absurdly pretty, a single layer of floury cloudlets pinked and peached by the rising sun. Only the juvenile, the mad, and the newly in love noticed. The rest of the city got its head down and ploughed tearily into another day of neurosis.

Creation sprawls like a dewed and willing maiden outside your window awaiting only the lechery of your senses...

But wulf did what it does: Simply insisted. Simply burned through. Simply defied. The same shrugging, grinning continuance. The nature of life. The nature of the beast.

The weather wouldn't settle down. It would rain cats and dogs, then stop, then drip awhile, then stop while it made up its mind what to do next.

The reason that history so often repeats is not only human nature, but also human ignorance.

Mama worked outside the home — in the garden.

What is the great passion of your life?" I asked. "Beauty," he replied without hesitation.

My moods are inversely related to the clarity of the sky.

I always assumed everybody shared my love for overcast skies. It came as a shock to find out that some people prefer sunshine.

She could walk through a lightning storm without being touched; grab a bolt of lightning in the palm of her hand; use the heat of lightning to start the kindling going under her medicine pot. She turned the moon into salve, the stars into swaddling cloth, and healed the wounds of every creature walking up on two or down on four.

Long before all these divisions were opened between home and the road, betweens a woman's place and a man's world, humans followed the crops, the seasons, traveling with their families, our companions, animals, our tents. We built campfires and moved from place to place. This way of traveling is still in our cellular memory. Living things have evolved as travelers, Even migrating birds know that nature doesn't demand a choice between nesting and flight.

Even migrating birds know that nature doesn't demand a choice between nesting and flight.

The simple right to reproductive freedom - to sexuality as an expression that is separable from reproduction - is basic to restoring women's power, the balance between women and men, and a balance between humans and nature.

Our current plight is not made inevitable by human nature. What once was could be again—in a new way.

It doesn't matter if you love the people society says you shouldn't love or do or don't have children with more than one of them; it doesn't matter if you have money, go to church, or obey the law; what matters is that you're not cruel or wasteful, that you don't keep the truth from those who need it, suppress someone's will or talent, take more than you need from nature, or fail to use your own talent and will.