Quotes About Nature

Every so many years, he went to England to visit—judging by the photographs he showed us—a sundial and some oak trees.

Hasta la hora del ocaso amarillo Cuántas veces habré mirado Al poderoso tigre de Bengala

Lejos un trino. El ruiseñor no sabe que te consuela.

Quieres ver lo que no vieron ojos humanos? Mira la luna. ¿Quieres oír lo que los oídos no oyeron? Oye el grito del pájaro. ¿Quieres tocar lo que no tocaron las manos? Toca la tierra.

Há uma hora da tarde em que a planície está a ponto de dizer alguma coisa; nunca o diz ou talvez o diga infinitamente e não entendemos, ou entendemos mas é intraduzível como uma música...

El cielo azul, es cielo y es azul

Miró los árboles y el cielo subdivididos en rombos turbiamente amarillos, verdes y rojos.

No necesito hablar Ni mentir privilegios; Bien me conocen quienes aquí me rodean, Bien saben mis congojas y mi flaqueza. Eso es alcanzar lo más alto, Lo que tal vez nos dará el Cielo: No admiraciones ni victorias Sino sencillamente ser admitidos Como parte de una Realidad innegable, Como las piedras y los árboles.

The river was blue then like extension of the sky.

La imagen que un solo hombre puede formar es la que no toca a ninguno. Infinitas cosas hay en la tierra; cualquiera puede equipararse a cualquiera. Equiparar estrellas con hojas no es menos arbitrario que equipararlas con peces o con pájaros. En cambio, nadie no sintió nunca alguna vez que el destino es fuerte y es torpe, que es inocente y es también inhumano.

El pecado, como la virtud, no depende de la naturaleza, sino, esencialmente, de la voluntad.

The sea, perhaps because of its saltness, roughens the outside but keeps sweet the kernel of its servants' soul.

Should the whole frame of nature round him break, In ruin and confusion hurled, He, unconcerned, would hear the mighty crack, And stand secure amidst a falling world.

A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer.

I say that humans are the only ones in this world that need everything within it...But there is nothing in the world that needs us for its survival. We aren't the masters of the earth. We're the servants.

They laugh at this, the idea that one might keep herds of friendly deer or elk that walk happily to their slaughter whenever it's time for the human to eat meat. Some ask openly if there aren't consequences of a life so easy to live.

Mother Nature was one angry slut. She'd try and kill you the first chance she got. You'd screwed with her for so long that she was happy to eliminate you.

Nature's full of things that aren't good or bad. They just are. Storms, sun, lightning, animals. There are a lot of forces that are neutral, but when they fall into certain hands they can become good or bad. It depends on how the user wants to use them. You can train a dog to be friendly or mean.

In matters of the spirit, these sauvages believe that we all have within us a life force that is similar, if you will, to our own Catholic belief in the soul. They call this life force the orenda.

Still, winter is an abstract season: it is low on colors, even in Italy, and big on the imperatives of cold and brief daylight. These things train your eye on the outside with an intensity greater than that of the electric bulb availing you of your own features in the evening. If this season doesn't necessarily quell your nerves, it still subordinates them to your instincts; beauty at low temperatures is beauty.

The Constitution doesn't mention rain.

VIII O when so much has been and gone behind you—grief, to say the least— expect no help from anyone. Board a train, get to the coast. It's wider and it's deeper. This superiority's not a thing of joy especially. Mind you, if one has to feel as orphans do, better in places where the view stirs somehow and cannot sting.

A bird may twitter a better song. But should you consider abortion wrong or that the quacks ask too high a fee, come to this wall, and see.

There's something bigger in the world than us, a thing that warms us, though it doesn't warm itself