Quotes About Nature

Then the clouds curtsy in, the rain kneels upon the land, and the weather knocks them back a whole day and a half.

I was reminded of how years before, he had drifted away from one of our afternoon strolls and got surrounded by the tide - Corrigan, isolated on a sandbar, tangled in light, voices from the shores drifting over him, calling his name.

People can look different from hour to hour depending on the angle of daylight.

How far from real the truth is. I wanted then to take every murdering bastard in Northern Ireland, and have them sleep for a night in my boy's blue rowboat, out on the lough, in the dark, among the reeds, turning in primal celtic patterns.

There was a quote about standing in a river too long or long enough that I can't find now. Anyone remember? If so, what page?

If you think of the world without people it's about the most perfect thing there ever is. It's all balanced and shit. But then come the people, and they fuck it up.

Every time a branch of mine got to being a decent size, that wind just came along and broke it.

Listening to these people is like listening to trees—sooner or later the tree is sliced open and the watermarks reveal their age.

But frost, like the crystallized dreams of autumn, began to coat the clearing with its sugar glaze.

Es importante señalar que el tan elástico argumento de la naturaleza puede estirarse en cualquier sentido y que el hombre lo emplea para defender las causas más contradictorias y los mayores desatinos... cuando le conviene.

I think if we all gardened more, they and all of the other birds that fly in the air above and light in my garden below would be better off. I know that God values them no less than I do. So when I plant in spring I also hope to taste of God in fruit of summer sun and sight of feathered friends.

A true gardener would never pretend that gardening is all pleasure, or that it always prompts reflection. But she might claim that in the garden she has tasted Paradise.

My son Rafi is enchanted with cyberspace. But we are not disembodied mind or spirit, we are our bodies - cruising the Internet won't teach us that. It may even trick us into thinking that having a body and a place is not important. Gardening teaches us differently. I do not mean industrial mechanized farming, I mean the kind of gardening that any one of us can do with his hands and feet and the simplest tools.

The fruit of the garden is not restricted to what we eat. Every garden lends something more to the imagination - beauty.

Henry Mitchell, in his book One Man's Garden, observes that it is not important for a garden to be beautiful in everyone's eyes. But it is extremely important for the gardener to think it is a fair substitute for Eden. Perhaps this is an overstatement, or perhaps it is a theological truth.

The second way of finding a meaning in life is by experiencing something—such as goodness, truth and beauty—by experiencing nature and culture or, last but not least, by experiencing another human being in his very uniqueness—by loving him.

No-one will be able to make us believe that man is a sublimated animal once we can show that within him there is a repressed angel.

La historia nos brindó la oportunidad de conocer la naturaleza humana quizá como ninguna otra generación. ¿Qué es, en realidad, el hombre? Es el ser que siempre decide lo que es. Es quien ha inventado las cámaras de gas, pero también el que ha entrado en ellas con paso firme, musitando una oración

This young woman knew that she would die in the next few days. (...). Pointing through the window of the hut, she said 'This tree here is the only friend I have in my loneliness.' (...). Anxiously I asked her if the tree replied. 'Yes.' What did it say to her? She answered, 'It said to me, I am here - I am here - I am life, eternal life.

How can we dare to predict the behavior of man?

We came to meadows full of flowers. We saw and realized that they were there, but we had no feelings about them. The first spark of joy came when we saw a rooster with a tail of multicolored feathers. But it remained only a spark; we did not yet belong to this world.

During this psychological phase one observed that people with natures of a more primitive kind could not escape the influences of the brutality which had surrounded them in camp life. Now, being free, they thought they could use their freedom licentiously and ruthlessly. The only thing that had changed for them was that they were now the oppressors instead of the oppressed. They became instigators, not objects, of wilful force and injustice.

If someone had seen our faces on the journey from Auschwitz to a Bavarian camp as we beheld the mountains of Salzburg with their summits glowing in the sunset, through the little barred windows of the prison carriage, he would never have believed that those were the faces of men who had given up all hope of life and liberty. Despite that factor - or maybe because of it - we were carried away by nature's beauty

Una vida activa cumple con la finalidad de brindar al hombre la posibilidad de desempeñar un trabajo que le proporciona valores creativos; una vida contemplativa también le concede la posibilidad de hallar la plenitud al experimentar la belleza, el arte o la naturaleza. Pero también atesora sentido una vida exenta de creación o contemplación, que solo admite una única capacidad de respuesta: la actitud de mantenerse erguido ante su inexorable destino