Quotes About Nature

You might feel different out there, with all the sunshine and oranges and all.

Folks,' said Florence, 'can change their ways much as they want to. But I don't care how many times you change your ways, what's in you is in you, and it's got to come out.

Perhaps he is a fool and a coward but almost everybody is one or the other and most people are both.

Perhaps he is a fool and a coward but almost everybody is one of the other and most people are both.

It is the responsibility of free men to trust and to celebrate what is constant—birth, struggle, and death are constant, and so is love, though we may not always think so—and to apprehend the nature of change, to be able and willing to change. I speak of change not on the surface but in the depths—change in the sense of renewal. But renewal becomes impossible if one supposes things to be constant that are not—safety, for example, or money, or power.

Now, it is true that the nature of society is to create, among its citizens, an illusion of safety; but it is also absolutely true that the safety is always necessarily an illusion. Artists are here to disturb the peace.

It is the responsibility of free en to trust and to celebrate what is constant—birth, struggle, and death are constant, and so is love, though we may not always think so—and to apprehend the nature of change, to be able and willing to change. I speak of change not on the surface but in the depths—change in the sense of renewal. But renewal becomes impossible if one supposes things to be constant that are not—safety, for example, or money, or power.

Starlings circle in the sky, conspiring, together, and alone, unspeakable journeys into and out of the light.

Just as the birds above our heads circling are singing, knowing that, in what lies before them, the always unknown passage, wind, water, air, the failing light the failing night the blinding sun they must get the journey done. Listen. They have wings and voices are making choices are using what they have. They are aware that, on long journeys, each bears the other, whirring, stirring love occuring in the middle of the terrifying air.

He made two or three peculiar observations; as when shewn the botanical garden, 'Is not EVERY garden a botanical garden?

noi siamo un prodotto dell'auto-addomesticazione, intenzionale o meno, tanto quanto le altre specie della domus sono prodotti dell'addomesticazione da parte nostra.

History is a record of human nature in action.

We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things...but there are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen, and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.

Qué son las nubes, si no un pretexto para el cielo? ¿Qué es la vida, si no una huida de la muerte?

Kogo, the goshawk, fluttered on his wrist and settled herself, watching him. Toranaga smiled at her. I did not choose to be what I am. It is my karma.

The sky Scorched by the sun, Weeps Fecund tears.

Oh, yes. Every year in this Land of the Gods we have earth tremors. And fires and flood and Great Waves, and the monster storms – the tai-funs. Nature is very strong with us.' Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. 'Perhaps that is why we love life so much, Anjin-san. You see, we have to. Death is part of our air and sea and earth. You should know, Anjin-san, in this Land of Tears, death is our heritage.

Perhaps that is why we love life so much, Anjin-san. You see, we have to. Death is part of our air and see and earth.

Death and life are the same thing. This is the immutable law of nature.

Toranaga eased his kimono and loincloth aside, as did Yabu. Together they urinated and mixed their urine and watched it dew the garden below.

It's vast to be alive," he said happily. "I can almost hear the rain waiting to be born.

Beauty Is not less For falling In the breeze.

Death is preferable?" "I've already written my death poem, Lady: " When I die, don't burn me, don't bury me, just throw my body on a field to fatten some empty-bellied dog. " "That could be arranged. Easily.

Push not the river; it will flow on its own accord.   —Polish Proverb