Quotes About Nature

Later, when Moody saw the finished photos, he thought at first that Pearl looked like a delicate fossil, something caught for millennia in the skeleton belly of a prehistoric beast. Then he thought she looked like an angel resting with her wings spread out behind her. And then, after a moment, she looked simply like a girl asleep in a lush green bed, waiting for her lover to lie down beside her.

she did not know how to be anything else.

As he walks, a smattering of memories flare at each step, small bright stones lighting a path through the forest. There is the

inquisitive chirp, a self that curled up at the edges.

Of course, I know that turtles aren't mammals. They are ambivalents, which can live on air or underwater and write with their right or left flippers. They also almost never vote.

The sunrise never failed us yet.

Miña nai deume os camiños e o meu pai deixoume o mar non tiñan máis que deixarme nin eu penso máis deixar.

Çünkü burada,bu kavaklar?n dibinde,büyüleyici bir cam k?r??? gibi kald? çocuklu?um...

Wolves are disciplined not only when they hunt but also when they travel, when they play, and when they eat. Nature doesn't view discipline as a negative thing. Discipline is DNA. Discipline is survival.

animals don't follow unstable pack leaders; only humans promote, follow, and praise instability. Only humans have leaders who can lie and get away with it. Around the world, most of the pack leaders we follow today are not stable. Their followers may not know it, but Mother Nature is far too honest to be fooled by angry, frustrated, jealous, competitive, stubborn, or other negative energy—even if it is masked by a politician's smile. That

The girls are all giggling, then one girl suddenly remembersthe wild goat. Up there, on the hilltop, in the woodsand rocky ravines, the peasants saw him butting his headagainst the trees, looking for the nannies. He's gone wild,and the reason why is this: if you don't make an animal work,if you keep him only for stud, he likes to hurt, he kills.

Non c'è niente che sappia di morte, - continuò, - più del sole d'estate, della gran luce, della natura esuberante. Tu fiuti l'aria e senti il bosco, e ti accorgi che piante e bestie se ne infischiano di te. Tutto vive e si macera in se stesso. La natura è la morte...

Meanwhile we arrived at our lane and the sight of the olive tree rubbed me the wrong way. I began to see that no spot is less habitable than a place where one has been happy.

Mi par di essere un'ombra tra le ombre degli alberi. Più mi scaldo a questo sole e mi nutro a questa terra, più mi pare di sciogliermi in stille e brusii, nella voce del lago, nei ringhi del bosco.

Della mia infanzia non mi restava altro che l'estate. Le vie strette che sbucavano nei campi da ogni parte, di giorno e di sera, erano i cancelli della vita e del mondo.

M'accorsi allora che tutto era cambiato. Canelli mi piaceva per se stessa, come la valle e le colline e le rive che ci sbucavano. Mi piaceva perché qui tutto finiva, perch'era l'ultimo paese dove le stagioni non gli anni s'avvicendano.

The villages he'd played in were all around us, bright and leafy in the sunshine, nests of stars in the night sky.

I liked the faces, too, the same as I'd always seen them; the old wrinkled women, the cautious oxen, the girls with flowers, the roofs of the dove-cotes. It seemed as if only seasons had passed since I saw them last, not years.

La tierra parece aclararse con luz propia, con una luz fresca y silenciosa que sale de las peñas y de las cosas desnudas.

Una vigna ben lavorata è come un fisico sano, un corpo che vive, che ha il suo respiro e il suo sudore.

When human beings lose their connection to nature, to heaven and earth, then they do not know how to nurture their environment or how to rule their world - which is saying the same thing. Human beings destroy their ecology at the same time that they destroy each other. From that perspective, healing our society goes hand in hand with healing our personal, elemental connection with the phenomenal world.

Insofar as the Ultimate, or the true nature of being is concerned, there are neither Buddhas nor demons. He who frees himself from fear and hope, evil and virtue, will realize the insubstantial and groundless nature of confusion. Samsara will then appear to be the Mahamudra itself. . . .

starting point, the nature of ego.

At first, the mountains are mountains and streams are streams. Then, the mountains are not mountains and streams are not streams. But in the end, mountains are mountains again and streams are streams again.