Quotes About Nature

By the beginning of the twentieth century, it was a European habit to distinguish between civilized wars and colonial wars. The laws of war applied to wars among the civilized nation-states, but laws of nature were said to apply to colonial wars

I see what I want of Love... I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place... I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk... and their need to say: Good Morning...

I know who opens the door to the jasmine tree as it makes our dreams blossom for the evening's guests.

I used to invent love when necessary. When I walked alone on the riverbank. Or whenever the level of salt would rise in my body, I would invent the river.

Where should we go after the last frontiers ? Where should the birds fly after the last sky ? Where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air ?

And we have the night ahead of us to stroll in lilac-scented gardens. Everything there is here. It is all ours. You are mine, I am yours and the shadow, your shadow, laughs like an orange. The dream did its job and, like a postman, hurried on to someone else. So we have to be worthy, this evening, of ourselves, and of a river that runs along beside us, and that we flow into as it flows into us.

I embrace you, until I return to my void, as an eternal visitor. No life and no death in what I sense as a bird passing beyond nature. when I embrace you… from "Maybe, Because Winter Is Late

I'll emerge, with wings, from the banner I am, bird that never alights on trees in the garden— I will shed my skin and my language. Some of my words of love will fall into Lorca's poems; he'll live in my bedroom and see what I have seen of the Bedouin moon. I'll emerge from almond trees like cotton on sea foam

I will choose from my intimate memories what's fitting: the scent of wrinkled sheets after making love is the scent of grass after rain. — Mahmoud Darwish, from "Dense Fog Over The Bridge," If I Were Another: Poems . Translated by Fady Joudah. (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; 1 edition, October 27, 2009) Originally published 2009.

Tu déchires des nuages et tu les envoies en direction du vent. Et alors? Il est des nuages très fertiles et cela requiert un sol approprié.

If the olive trees knew the hands that planted them, their oil would become tears

March roses shall burn me in the land where I was first born. / Pomegranate blossoms will conceive of me, / and I will be born from it once more.

as an eternal visitor. No life and no death in what I sense as a bird passing beyond nature. when I embrace you… — Mahmoud Darwish, from "Maybe, Because Winter Is Late," The Butterfly's Burden . Copper Canyon Press, 2006

It is for the killer to kill, the fighter to fight, and the bird to sing. As for me, I halt my quest for figurative language. I bring my search for meaning to a complete stop because the essence of war is to degrade symbols and bring human relations, space, time, and the elements back to a state of nature, making us rejoice over water gushing on the road from a broken pipe.

Quiere ser una mariposa. ¿Las mariposas tienen recuerdos? Las mariposas son los recuerdos del que sabe cantar junto a las fuentes. ¿Y el canta? Aún es pequeño.

Descending to the earth, that strange intoxicating beauty of the unseen world, lurks in the elements of Nature. And the soul of man, who has attained the rightful balance, becoming aware of this hidden joy, straight away is enamoured and bewitched. And from this mystic marriage are born the poets' songs, inner knowledge, the language of the heart, virtuous living, and the fair child beauty. And the Great Soul gives to man as dowry, the hidden glory of the world.

In the realm of Nature there is nothing purposeless, trivial, or unnecessary

You should recognize that man's soul, this single entity whose powers and parts we have described, may be compared to matter, and that the power of reasoning is its completed form. As long as the soul lies dormant and does not acquire its form from knowledge, then the nature of the soul is useless and exists in vain.

Maimonides is of opinion that the arguments based on the properties of things in Nature are inadmissible, because the laws by which the Universe is regulated need not have been in force before the Universe was in existence.

We may understand again, therefore, from this picture, that God's purpose in the cross of Jesus Christ was two-fold: first that we might be forgiven, being saved from sin's penalty because Christ died for us, and secondly, that we might be delivered from sin's power, because this old sinful nature, called the flesh, died with Him.

Fast unmittelbar darauf sandte der Dschungel seine schlanken grünen Finger auf die Fläche die Gato velassen hatte, und tastete nach neuen Stellen, wo er wachsen konnte.

The view from here was lovely, constant, and never the same. Somehow, it was always sympathetic to his mood.

Bullshit makes the flowers grow and that is beautiful

Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.