Quotes About Nature

Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial—notoriously less stable and less inherent than the nature of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.

Facts about ourselves are not peculiarly solid and resistant to skeptical dissolution. Our natures are, indeed, elusively insubstantial — notoriously less stable and less inherent than the natures of other things. And insofar as this is the case, sincerity itself is bullshit.

What is wrong with a counterfeit is not what it is like, but how it was made. This points to a similar and fundamental aspect of the essential nature of bullshit: although it is produced without concern with the truth, it need not be false. The bullshitter is faking things. But this does not mean that he necessarily gets them wrong.

My mind was on a silent hillside, in a land far away, and gods who should be left to sleep. *

It's a fish eagle, Jock.' 'It sounds so sad.' He nodded. 'It is. They mate for life and if their mate dies they never take another. That's the sound they make when they've lost their mate.' It was something I will never forget. Even now, years later, when I watch the sun go down, I still hear it, an echo from my past.

In dat gedicht wilde ik de liefde vergelijken met het soort licht dat je vlak na zonsondergang soms tegen de bomen ziet hangen: van dat toverachtige licht. Dat is het licht, dat in iemand zit die van iemand anders houdt.

Look at the way he evokes nature, but only obliquely, in comparison. Did you notice? What one remembers are not the fighting soldiers, but the image of nature - and that goes on existing. The battle has vanished, but the rivers are still there, one can still hear them, and then one becomes, oneself, that shepherd. It's as if he wanted to say that all of existence is a metaphor for another reality and that the whole point is to grasp that other reality.

Ik denk dat hij het oog van de cycloon wilde zijn. Rondom wordt alles verwoest door orkanen, maar in het oog is het schitterend weer met een blauwe hemel.

En ook werden zij verlamd door de vreemde schoonheid van het tafereel: die wondermooie jongen met aan zijn voeten die wanschapen, twintig jaar oudere zwakzinnige, terwijl in de moestuin de pauw naar hen keek met een waaier van vijftig ogen.

Perhaps, he thought, true pure love, like all flowers, flourished best with its roots in muck and mud. Perhaps that was a law of life that held everything together.

Q didn't believe, as some people did, that the squirrels would remember where they buried each walnut. He

The joy of expiration is as natural as the joy of loving, the joy of killing, the joy of being.

How many scenes in your life like this have you missed? I think. The unseen beauty of nature. Like today.

We're all animals, you know? We do what we think is right.

But we are only termites on a planet and maybe when we bore too deeply into the planet there'll be a reckoning. Who knows?

I'm hitting the woods just great, but I'm having a terrible time getting out of them.

The most peaceful thing in the world is plowing a field. Chances are you'll do your best thinking that way. And that's why I've always thought and said, farmers are the smartest people in the world, they don't go for high hats and they can spot a phony a mile off.

The swift red flesh, a winter king—Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?She ran the neighing canyons all the spring;She spouted arms; she rose with maize—to die.

Not just beautiful, though--the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they're watching me.

I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question.

Modern scientists attribute to such systems an "irre d u c i b l e complexity." In the same way that a motor will not work if one of its cogs is missing, in plants the absence of just one system, or a single functional failure in any one of the parts of the system, will lead to the death of the plant.

All of a plant's systems have this feature of irreducible complexity . The complex systems, which must all be present at the same time, and this unbelievable variety bring to mind the question: "How did these perfect systems in plants emerge?

After the front legs emerged, what looked like a quartered and bloodied cut of steak followed.  This piece of steak had rich and dark fur, wet with the mare's internal membranes that covered the whole body, but it did not have the look of a horse at all.  And yet from the steak's center came this pulsating heartbeat, as though its pace-setting qualities tried in vain to pull away or escape from its thoroughbred side.

The outside shapes the inside