Quotes About Nature

Sou como você me vê. Posso ser leve como uma brisa ou forte como uma ventania. Depende de quando e como você me vê passar.

I want to see birds flying or perched in trees—but far from my hands.

Why is a dog free? Because it is the living mystery that doesn't wonder about itself.

Entonces se escuchan los grillos mojados. La luz del miligramo no altera la oscuridad. Pues la oscuridad no es iluminable, la oscuridad es un modo de ser: la oscuridad es el nudo vital de la oscuridad, y nunca se toca en el nudo vital de una cosa.

Qué era la poesía, en realidad, esa palabra vergonzosa? ¿Era encontrarse cuando, casualmente, caía una lluvia repentina sobre la ciudad? ¿O tal vez mirar al mismo tiempo, mientras tomaba un refresco, el rostro de una mujer que pasaba por la calle? ¿O incluso encontrarse casualmente en la vieja noche de luna y viento.

because our living matter is greater than we are

This is not a lament, it's the cry of a bird of prey.

There were two ways of looking at it: imagining that it was far away and big, in the first place; in the second, that it was small and near. But at any rate, a stupid, hard, brown mountain. How she hated nature sometimes.

Mas de mim depende eu vir livremente a ser o que fatalmente sou. Sou dona de minha fatalidade e, se eu decidir não cumpri-la, ficarei fora de minha natureza especificamente viva.

El mar es mío, el sol es mío, la tierra es mía. Y me siento feliz por nada, por todo.

I understand a hen, perfectly. I mean, the intimate life of a hen, I know how it is.

I see the flowers in the vase. They are wild flowers and were born without being planted. They are yellow.

Are we fruit of the same tree? No — Angela is everything I wanted to be and never was. What is she? She's the waves of the sea. While I'm the dense and gloomy forest. I'm in the depths. Angela scatters in sparkling fragments. Angela is my vertigo.

Even though I know that a plant produces flowers, I am still surprised by nature's secret paths.

I plunge into the almost pain of an intense happiness— and to adorn me leaves and branches spring up in my hair.

The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun. The wheat is ripe. The bread is eaten with sweetness. My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees.

For only now did she understand that a woman is born a woman from that first wail at birth. A woman's destiny is to be a woman.

Naranja en la mesa. Bendito el árbol que te parió.

And I am in the world as free and slender as a deer on the plain. I get up as soft as a breath of air, raise my sleepy flower head, my feet light, I cross fields beyond the earth, world, time, God.

I can hardly believe that I have limits, that I am cut out and defined. I feel scattered in the air, thinking inside other beings, living in things beyond myself. When I surprise myself at the mirror I am not frightened because I think I am ugly or beautiful. It is because I discover I am of a different nature. After not having seen myself for a while I almost forget I am human, I forget my past and I am as free from end and awareness as something merely alive.

Escucha superficialmente lo que digo y de la falta de sentido nacerá un sentido, como en mí nace inexplicablemente una vida alta y leve. La densa selva de palabras envuelve sólidamente lo que siento y vivo, y transforma todo lo que soy en algo mío que está fuera de mí. La naturaleza es envolvente; me cubre y es sexualmente viva, sólo estoy: viva. También estoy truculentamente viva, y lamo mi hocico como el tigre después de haber devorado el veneno.

I knew that cockroaches could go more than a month without food or water. And they could even survive on wood for food. And even after you step on them they come apart slowly and keep on walking all the while. Even when they freeze, after they thaw out they keep on going. For three hundred and fifty million years, they have reproduced with no change. When the world was practically naked, they walked slowly across it.

Any human being on the planet today can take off their shoes and stand in the dirt and instantly know everything there is to know.

Everything walks—leaves, stones, rivers. Nothing is still.