Quotes About Nature

I don't reproach the spring for starting up again. I can't blame it for doing what it must year after year. I know that my grief will not stop the green.

We treat each other with exceeding courtesy; we says, it's great to see you after all these years. Our tigers drink milk. Our hawks tread the ground. Our sharks have all drowned. Our wolves yawn beyond the open cage. Our snakes have shed their lightning, our apes their flights of fancy, our peacocks have renounced their plumes. The bats flew out of our hair long ago. We fall silent in mid-sentence, all smiles, past help. Our humans don't know how to talk to one another.

But human beings are, by nature, sad. So be it, then. It isn't all that bad.

within the four walls of avalanches, I call out to Yeti. Stomping my feet for warmth on the snow the snow eternal.

A vida dura o tempo de umas marcas de garra na areia.

Wczoraj, kiedy Twoje imiÄ™ ktoÅ› wymówiÅ' przy mnie gÅ'oÅ›no, to poczuÅ'am jakby ró?a przez otwarte wpadÅ'a okno.

So much world all at once--how it rustles and bustles! Moraines and morays and morasses and mussels, the flame, the flamingo, the flounder, the feather--

I am a tarsier and a tarsier's son, the grandson and great-grandson of tarsiers, a tiny creature, made up of two pupils and whatever simply could not be left out

I am who I am. A coincidence no less unthinkable than any other. I could have had different ancestors, after all. I could have fluttered from another nest or crawled bescaled from under another tree. Nature's wardrobe holds a fair supply of costumes: spider, seagull, field mouse. Each fits perfectly right off and is dutifully worn into shreds.

How light the raindrop's contents are; how gently the world touches me. From View With a Grain of Sand

Woods disguised as woods alive without end, and above them birds in flight play birds in flight.

Già splende il bosco nelle Ardenne. Non avvicinarti a me. Sciocca, sciocca, ho praticato il mondo.

Life, you're beautiful (I say) you just couldn't get more fecund, more befrogged or nightingaley, more anthillful or spoutsprouting,,, Oh how grassy is this hopper, how this berry ripely rasps... I tug at life by its leaf hem: will it stop for me, just once, momentarily forgetting to what end it runs and runs

Man might carve his mark on the earth but unless he's vigilant, Nature will take it all back.

Der Mensch mag sein moko (Tätowierung) in die Erde tätowieren, aber sobald seine Wachsamkeit nachlässt, nimmt die Natur sich zurück, was er sich angeeignet hatte, um seine Eitelkeit zu befriedigen.

Man might carve his identification mark on the earth but, once he ceases to be vigilant, Nature will take back what man had once achieved to please his vanity. »

Titiro ki te rangi tahuri rawa ake, kahore he whenua e . . . Kua riro. We looked up to heaven and before we knew where we were there was no land left . . . all gone.

Sonuna kadar insan olmayanlar?n sonuna kadar dünya olmayan dünyas?n? bir ân bile unutam?yordum -ve panikle korka korka, acayip iÄŸrene iÄŸrene, onun batakl?k yeÅŸilini sadece gözümde canland?rd???mda bile ürpere ürpere yine de ondan kopmay? beceremiyordum; mini mini bir kuÅŸun y?lan?n görüntüsüyle büyülenmesi gibi büyülenmiÅŸtim.

Las ten co gorsza by? zielony.

Wszak?e nie mog?o go tu nie by? — i nie omyli?em si? — tam, pomi?dzy wierzbami, w ich jamie, niewyra?ny, tkwi? na posterunku pod krzakami i wypatrywa?. Nie waha?em si? ani chwili. Po cichu przedosta?em si? do niego i stan??em obok, on ani drgn??, ja znieruchomia?em — a moje zg?oszenie si? na widza by?o deklaracj?, ?e ma we mnie towarzysza!

GÅ'upota jest bestiÄ… wyjÄ…tkowÄ…, takÄ… która nie mo?e gry??, gdy siÄ™ jÄ… ciÄ…gnie za ogon.

Oare insuficenÈ›a,afiÈ™at? ziua în amiaza mare,setoas? de onoruri,poate fi s?n?toas? È™i oare nu trebuie s? provoace sughiÈ›uri naturii?

Niespiesznie stÄ…paÅ' i zatrzymywaÅ' siÄ™, oglÄ…daÅ' krzaki, zamyÅ›lony, jego mÄ…dry profil pochylaÅ' siÄ™ nad liÅ›ciami, abstrakcyjnie. Ogród byÅ' cichy. Znów podejrzenia moje rozwiewaÅ'y siÄ™, ale pozostaÅ'o jedno, trujÄ…ce: ?e on przed sobÄ… udaje. JakoÅ› zanadto siÄ™ ruszaÅ' w tym ogrodzie.

En la mitad del camino de mi vida me encontré en una selva oscura... Y algo peor aún: aquella selva era verde.