Quotes About Nature

Utram bibis? Aquam an undam?" Which are you drinking? The water or the wave?

Their fear of the open and of the naked. Hide reality, shut out nature. The revolutionary art movement of Charles's day was of course the Pre-Raphaelite. They, at least, were making an attempt to admit nature and sexuality.

Her ÅŸeyi olduÄŸu gibi kabullenmek gerekiyordu. Ama evrim yasalar?n?n bu kadar büyük bir duyars?zl?kla, bu kadar büyük bir sakarl???n ayn? zihinde var olmas?na izin verdiÄŸi düÅŸüncesi beni ç?lg?na çeviriyordu. Egom kapana k?st?r?lm?? bir tavÅŸan gibi c?yak c?yak ba??r?yordu.

Bir zaman insanlar kendi hazlar?n? yaratabileceÄŸine inan?yordu; ÅŸimdi onlar?n bedelini ödemesi gerektiÄŸine inan?yor. Sanki çiçekler art?k tarlalarda ve bahçelerde deÄŸil de; sadece çiçekçi dükkanlar?nda yetiÅŸiyormuÅŸ gibi.

Bu yüzden plan yapamay?z. Dünyan?n bir makine deÄŸil, bir organizma olduÄŸunu biliriz. Ak?ll?ca yarat?lm?? bir dünyan?n onu yaratandan ba??ms?z olmas? gerektiÄŸini de biliriz; planlanm?? (planland???n? iyice aç?k eden bir dünya) ölü bir dünyad?r. Karakterlerimiz ve olaylar?m?z ancak bize kar?? ç?kmaya baÅŸlad?klar?nda canlan?rlar.

Si valoro la existencia de los árboles por encima de cualquier otra cosa, de una manera muy

that nature of God, is transmitted from the cortex cells of the brain, throbs through your nerves, down through your person, into every cell of your being, into every cell of your brain and blood and flesh and bone, into the million, five hundred thousand cells in every square inch of your skin, and they are alive with God. That is divine healing.

It takes the Almighty God and the Holy Spirit and the Lord Jesus Christ to get down into the depth of man's nature and find the real difficulty that is there and destroy it.

Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind. A wild plant that, when it blooms by chance within the hedge of our gardens, we call a flower; and when it blooms outside we call a weed; but, flower or weed, whose scent and color are always, wild!

I loathe the idea of cutting down trees. Two hundred years of shape and energy all gone in half an hour. It's revolting.

that slow and beautiful decay which flings crowns underfoot to star the earth with fallen glories

He was a wanderer by nature, and even if England and the nearer East were closed to him, the world was wide, the sun shone in many places, the stars wheeled over one, books could be read, women had beauty, flowers scent, tobacco its flavour, music its moving power, coffee its fragrance, horses and dogs and birds were the same seductive creatures

Love is no hot-house flower, but a wild plant, born of a wet night, born of an hour of sunshine; sprung from wild seed, blown along the road by a wild wind.

She breathed deeply, and for full ten minutes stood there, like a watered plant drawing up the food of its vitality. The scent was of leaves and turned earth and of rain not far away; the last time she had stood there had been at the end of May, and she had inhaled that scent of summer which is at once a memory and a promise, an aching and a draught of delight...

gale of last November had brought down some

Sure, it was your idea and your fly, but he caught the big fish. Remember, fairness is a human idea largely unknown in nature.

Really, the only thing a psychiatrist can do that a good (fishing) guide can't is write prescriptions.

Trout are among those creatures who are one hell of a lot prettier than they need to be. They can get you to wondering about the hidden workings of reality.

There are people in my life who sometimes worry about me when I go off into the fields and streams, not realizing that the country is a calm, gracious, forgiving place and that the real dangers are found in the civilization you have to pass through to get there. When

Rene Harrop's Green Drake Biot Emerger, a

Dave Hughes, in his fine book An Angler's Astoria, has

Sure, sometimes a non-angler will ask how I can stand to hook, play, and land these increasingly rare fish that I claim to love and respect so much, adding to their already heavy burden of survival. To that I can only say, "It's because life is more complicated than either of us could ever imagine." 21.

For the moment at least, we fall into that class of fishermen who fancy themselves to be poet/philosophers, and from that vantage point we manage to pull off one of the neatest tricks in all of sport: the fewer fish we catch the more superior we feel. -----

but the rule here, as it is in Montana, is that you can fish through any private property as long as you stay in the streambed.