Quotes About Nature

Moon, you've accompanied me in my labors all these years, you're a lantern sent to me by the Old Man in the Sky. I've tilled the soil by your light, I've sown seeds by your light, and I've brought in harvests by your light… You say nothing, you are never angry or resentful, and I'm forever in your debt.' The moon trembled slightly and winked at Lan Lian.

La nonna gli diede uno strattone e gli fece segno di inginocchiarsi. Obbedì, ma nel toccare l'erba che cresceva rigogliosa nella fossa sentì che i fili appuntiti gli pungevano il mento, turbando la serenità del suo animo. Provò freddo alle spalle, come se innumerevoli occhi di bambini morti gli stessero fissando la schiena. Udì innumerevoli bambini correre, scalciare e ridere.

Nell'ottavo mese lunare, in autunno avanzato, distese sconfinate di sorgo scintillavano come un mare di sangue.

People are who they are — give or take 15%.

Cannibalism is a predicament of the animistic hunter or gardener, who must live by consuming animals or plants which are essentially persons themselves" (Graeber & Sahlins, On Kings p16)

Flowers feed the soul.

Respecte la terre, et elle te respectera. Travaille-la, elle te le rendra au centuple.

Man's nature is not essentially evil. Brute nature has been know to yield to the influence of love. You must never despair of human nature.

To forget how to dig the earth and to tend the soil is to forget ourselves.

Man can never be a woman's equal in the spirit of selfless service with which nature has endowed her.

Destiny stays stuck in the cage of words and thoughts if it is not pulled by the effective and planed efforts with the touch of a true madness your nature sparks with the every single breath that you take.

For if nature abhors a vacuum, and greed is part of human nature, then greed too abhors a vacuum.

La nature, d'elle-même, quand nous la laissons faire, se tire doucement du désordre où elle est tombée.

Let's leave his rank, then,—take the man himself:

Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.

She glanced round the garden. It was perfect, she thought. They were always gloomy about it, her mother and father. Terrible, terrible, they said - as though a few old weeds mattered! She liked it shaggy, its lawns white with daisies, the golden rod and the aster making tunnels of green gloom through which one could creep comfortably. But in the grown-up world, isolated behind the glass partition, such things counted.

Nature had found the perfect place to hide the yellow fever virus. It seeded itself and grew in the blood, blooming yellow and running red.

Over the plains of Cuba, Roams the mosquito wild, No one can catch or tame her, For she is Nature's child. With Yellow Jack she fills herself, And none her pleasure mar, Till Major Reed does capture her, And puts her in a jar.

Anyhow, what could be more delicious and delicate than a baby rabbit?

Myxomatosis,

Pop used to have a dog, a mutt with some kind of crazy hunting instinct, and it would see a squirrel and just go so still. He'd turn himself into a dog statue.

You can spread your soul over a paddy field, you can whisper to a mango tree, you can feel the earth between your toes and know that this is the place, the place where it begins and ends. But what can you tell to a pile of bricks? The bricks will not be moved (page 87).

The Sussex lanes were very lovely in the autumn. I started going for long lone country walks among the spendthrift gold and glory of the year-end, giving myself up to the earth-scents and the sky-winds and all the magic of the countryside which is ordained for the healing of the soul.

The Arboretum's overgrown grass rustled. The branches of an apple tree shook as though an animal had jumped from one to the next. A wind slid up my thighs, in the night, under my short nightgown. Crickets and cicadas made a sound like distant laughing children, the laugh track to a sitcom that didn't end. It was like the grass was full of tiny giggling babies. So beautiful, and creepy.