Quotes About Nature

Colmillo Blanco aprendió una cosa pronto: que el dios ladrón era generalmente cobarde y huía fácilmente de los ruido alarmantes.

But the Wild is the Wild, and motherhood is motherhood, at all times fiercely protective whether in the Wild or out of it; and the time was to come when the she-wolf

Never, in his brief cave-life, had he encountered anything of which to be afraid.  Yet fear was in him.  It had come down to him from a remote ancestry through a thousand thousand lives.

Deep in the forest a call was sounding, and as often as he heard this call, mysteriously thrilling and luring, he felt compelled to turn his back upon the fire and the beaten earth around it, and to plunge into the forest, and on and on, he knew not where or why; nor did he wonder where or why, the call sounding imperiously, deep in the forest. But as often as he gained the soft unbroken earth and the green shade, the love for John Thornton drew him back to the fire again.

He had learned well the law of club and fang, and he never forewent an advantage or drew back from a foe he had started on the way to Death.

Then he would cast a glance of fear at the wolf-circle drawn expectantly about him, and like a blow the realisation would strike him that this wonderful body of his, this living flesh, was no more than so much meat, a quest of ravenous animals, to be torn and slashed by their hungry fangs, to be sustenance to them as the moose and the rabbit had often been sustenance to him

The Complete Novels of Jack London

Often the man felt that he had bucked against the very essence of life—the unconquerable essence that swept the hawk down out of the sky like a feathered thunderbolt, that drove the great gray goose across the zones, that hurled the spawning salmon through two thousand miles of boiling Yukon flood.

El objeto, el fin de la vida, era la carne. La vida misma era carne. La vida vivía de la vida. Unos comían y otros eran comidos. La ley consistía, pues, en eso: come o sé comido.

water, a circle of pounded coral sand a hundred yards wide, twenty miles in circumference, and from

The profoundest instinct in man is to war against the truth; that is, against the Real.

It was easy. All men must die. He did not complain. It was the way of life, and it was just. He had been born close to the earth, close to the earth had he lived, and the law thereof was not new to him. It was the law of all flesh. Nature was not kindly to the flesh.

Se é isto que a civilização tem para oferecer ao homem, então mil vezes o estado selvagem, a nudez e os uivos, mil vezes viver no deserto e na brenha, no covil e na caverna, em vez de trucidado pela máquina e pelo Abismo!

He was justifying his existence, than which life can do no greater; for life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do - White Fang

He came to her breathing of large airs and great spaces. The blaze of tropic suns was in his face, and in his swelling, resilient muscles was the primordial vigor of life. He was marred and scarred by that mysterious world of rough men and rougher deeds, the outposts of which began beyond her horizon.

Life lived on life. There were the eaters and the eaten. The law was: EAT OR BE EATEN

Nature had been busy designing him, as she had been busy with all normal men, for the purpose of loving. She had spent ten thousand centuries — ay, a hundred thousand and a million centuries — upon the task, and he was the best she could do.

Tides are like politics. They come and go with a great deal of fuss and noise, but inevitably they leave the beach just as they found it. On those few occasions when major change does occur, it is rarely a good news.

It will not help us if this tradition is created for us, to be read about in yet another book. To create a wilder self, the self must live the life of the wild, mold a particular form of human character, a form of life. Relics will not do, tourism will not do, books will not do.

We lost the wild bit by bit for ten thousand years and forgave each loss and then forgot.

The forest of Tantrevalles shades a deep dank soil; somewhere under this mold lies the carcass of a snake which in better times used the name Visbhume; he no longer tippety-taps and moves and jerks to the rhythms of a propulsive inner music; and sometimes one wonders in cases like this: here is the dead thing; where has the music gone?

The Vine of Life grows a single melon. The color of the heart is unknown until the rind is split.

For the first time Gersen saw indigenous fauna of Moudervelt: a band of lizard-foxes, with gray-green pangolin scales and a single optic orb. They reared high to watch Gersen pass by; when he slowed the car they advanced with dancing sidelong steps, for purposes Gersen could not guess. He drove on, leaving the troop staring after him.

Sir Pom-pom gave a scornful grunt. 'As for me, I am bored with this constant trudging through the dust! The roads never end; they simply join into another road, so that a wanderer never comes to his journey's end.' 'That is the nature of the vagabond.