Quotes About Nature

You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it has recognized that thing as the sign of another thing: a print in the sand indicates the tiger's passage; a marsh announces a vein of water; the hibiscus flower, the end of winter. All the rest is silent and interchangeable; trees and stones are only what they are.

That wish to enter into an elusive element which had urged Cosimo into the trees, was still working now inside him unsatisfied, making him long for a more intimate link, a relationship which would bind him to each leaf and twig and feather and flutter.

We'll make an army in the trees and bring the earth and the people on it to their senses.

I, on the contrary, have been convinced for some time that perfection is not produced except marginally and by chance; therefore it deserves no interest at all, the true nature of things being revealed only in disintegration.

The sea where living creatures were at one time immersed is now enclosed within their bodies.

In addition there is the fact that this girl's application in drawing seashells denotes in her a search for formal perfection which the world can and therefore must attain; I, on the contrary, have been convinced for some time that perfection is not produced except marginally and by chance; Therefore it deserves no interest at all, the true nature of things being revealed only in disintegration.

Think what it would be like to have a work conceived from outside the self, a work that would let us escape the limited perspective of the individual ego, not only to enter into selves like our own but to give speech to that which has no language, to the bird perching on the edge of the gutter, to the tree in spring and the tree in fall, to cement, to plastic.

In the Ondariva gardens the branches spread out like the tentacles of extraordinary animals, and the plants on the ground opened up stars of fretted leaves like the green skins of reptiles, and waved feathery yellow bamboos with a rustle like paper.

the world was trying to change its old face and show its underbelly of earth and roots.

There are three hypotheses about the inhabitants of Baucis: that they hate the earth; that they respect it so much they avoid all contact; that they love it as it was before they existed and with spyglasses and telescopes aimed downward they never tire of examining it, leaf by leaf, stone by stone, ant by ant, contemplating with fascination their own absence.

?imdi Marcovaldo'nun uyuyabilmek için, ne oldu?unu kendisinin de pek bilmedi?i bir ?eye gereksinimi vard?, art?k gerçek, tam bir sessizlik bile yeterli olmayacakt?, sessizlikten daha yumu?ak bir dip gürültüsü, orman a?açlar?n?n ete?indeki bitkileri yalayan hafif bir meltem ya da çay?rdan f??k?rarak ak?p giden bir suyun ??r?lt?s?n? istiyordu.

Cosimo sat in the ash tree every day, gazing at the meadow as if he could read in it something that had long been consuming him inside: the very idea of distance, of the gap that can't be bridged, of the wait that can last longer than life.

Cold has a thousand ways of moving in the world: on the sea it gallops like a troop of horses, on the countryside it falls like a swarm of locusts, in the cities like a knife-blade it slashes the streets and penetrates the chinks of unheated houses.

Does the written word tame passions? Or subdue the forces of nature? Or does it find a harmony with the inhumanity of the universe? Or incubate a violence, held back but always ready to spring, to claw?

Nella forma che il caso e il vento dànno alle nuvole l'uomo è già intento a riconoscere figure.

Chi vuole guardare bene la terra deve tenersi alla distanza necessaria.

A gentleman, my Lord Father, is such whether he is on earth or on the treetops

Her breast was young, the nipples rosy. Cosimo just grazed it with his lips, before Viola slid away over the branches as if she were flying, with him clambering after her, and that skirt of hers always in his face

Crecer en círculos concéntricos, como los troncos de los árboles que cada año aumentan una vuelta.

That's how it is: everything women have been told about love has been wrong. They've been told all sorts of things, but all wrong. And their experiences, all imprecise. And yet, they trust the things they're told, not the experiences. [...] And yet, it's easier for women. Life flows in them, a great river, in them, the perpetuators, nature is sure and mysterious, in them.

Yo tenía la impresión de que mi hermano no sólo había enloquecido del todo, sino que se estaba volviendo algo imbécil, cosa más grave y dolorosa, porque la locura es una fuerza de la naturaleza, para bien o para mal, mientras que la bobería es una debilidad de la naturaleza, sin contrapartida.

Eu chegara ao limiar da adolescência e ainda me ocultava entre as raízes das grandes árvores do bosque para me contar histórias. Uma agulha de pinheiro podia representar para mim um cavaleiro ou uma dama ou um bufão; movimentava-a diante de meus olhos e me exaltava em relatos intermináveis. Depois ficava com vergonha dessas fantasias e fugia.

It was the love which the hunter has for living things, and which he can only express by aiming his gun at them ...

in short, life would be maintained as it had gone on till then, in its achieved, perfect forms, without metamorphoses or additions with dubious outcome, and every individual would be able to develop his own nature, to arrive at the essence of himself and of all things.