Quotes About Nature

Non mi fu mai dato di vedere un animale in cordoglio di sé. Un uccelletto cadrà morto di gelo giù dal ramo senza aver provato mai pena per se stesso.

Wir dürfen nicht denen glauben, die heute mit philosophischer Miene und über-legenem Tone den Kulturuntergang prophezeien und sich in dem Ignorabimus gefallen. Füruns gibt es kein Ignorabimus, und meiner Meinung nach auch für die Naturwissenschaftüberhaupt nicht. Statt des törichten Ignorabimus heisse im Gegenteil unsere Lösung: Wir müssen wissen. Wir werden wissen.

Returning Late Past midnight, eluding tigers on the road, I return Home in mountain darkness. Family asleep inside. I watch the Northern Dipper drift low to the river, And Venus lofting huge into empty space, radiant. Holding a candle in the courtyard, I call for more Light. A gibbon in the gorge, startled, shrieks once. Old and tired, my hair white, I dance and sing out: Rickety cane, no sleep… Catch me if you can! Tu Fu

so even an assassin can make the flowers grow. -variations on the death of Trotsky

Calculate the fine structure constant from first principles.

that was the thing about nature: make one lousy rule to describe it and it'll contradict you even if it has to transmogrify and metamorphosize and bust its ass to do it. and so what? if anybody grew wise enough to grasp the real immutable laws of nature, nature'd only rear back and strike 'em dead before they got anybody to understand them

Is the work of sun worshippers to honor those who think they can see the sun? Or to worship the sun?

I simply knew, via song, sunlight, redwings and cottonwoods, that there was a world I was born to live in, that the men I was standing beside lived in another, and that as long as I remembered this their words would never hurt me again.

There is no activity so conducive to the health and happiness of a civilized man as angling with an artificial fly. As for the uncivilized, who would care to contemplate what writhing creatures their inchoate consciences allow them to skewer upon a hook?

You and I didn't make it close enough to Spring for you to learn this about me, but I've never liked to pick flowers. Blossoming is a sexual activity, and anything engaged in sex, ought, it seems to me, to be left alone.

Satan's activity mimics his nature: he deceives by hiding the hideous nature of sin under a facade of attractiveness. He

Remember that at any given moment there are a thousand things you can love.

Singing in the rain. I'm singing in the rain. And it's such a fucking glorious feeling.

We switch to another language-- not our invented language or the language we've learned from our lives. As we walk further up the mountain, we speak the language of silence. This language gives us time to think and move. We can be here and elsewhere at the same time.

And who am I to blow against the wind?

The ocean makes its music; the wind does its dance. We hold on. At first we hold on to one another, but then it starts to feel like we are holding on to something even bigger than that. Greater.

Beauty comes naturally, but it's hard to be stunning by accident.

A Cue from Nature Run outside during a thunderstorm That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration That's what unlonely is like

I have to keep reminding myself -- this is not me . It is chemistry. It is biology. It is not who I am.

Human beings act very much like storms when there's something to say. Very rarely in nature does a deluge catch you by complete surprise. There are the signs before--the sky darkening, the wind picking up, the air smelling like rain even before a drop has hit.

How to Be Alone Remember that at any given moment There are a thousand things You can love

The only birdcall I know is the Road Runner's BEEP BEEP.)

Tony knows the names of trees and birds. As we walk around, he points them out to me. I try to record them in my mind, but the information never holds. What matters to me is the emotional meaning of the objects.

The air feels cleaner because when the world is below we allow ourselves to breathe fully. When no one else is around, we open ourselves to the quieter astonishments that enormity can offer.