Quotes About Nature

Where we grew up, we didn't learn how to live. We learned how to bury the land, seal life off. There was an unacknowledged backdrop to being a kid on land that was fast turning into strip malls, when you loved trees and a silent corporate presence kept showing up to knock the trees down. It was the helpless sense that everything you ever loved could be destroyed, without debate.

My head was so light. Wind sang through the field grass. The same wind brushed hair off my face, soft as my mother's hand, and when the falling snow started to clump into flakes, each thick flake came down with the love of a frozen kiss, like somebody was saving up, freezing their warm love for later.

Sometimes," she murmured, "on cold, starry nights in Minnesota, if you stand really still and listen really hard . . . you'll freeze solid.

Carnation, Lily, Lily, Rose by John Singer Sargent.

So the city emerges as man's ultimate attempt to become manmade, born from himself rather than from Mother Nature. The feeling of self-sufficiency he achieves through the city is largely abstract and spurious: The sources of our biological lives remain the same as they always were—they come from Matter and Land. But city-man maintains contact with his natural life-sources not through immediate body experience, but through an artificial medium of exchange: money.

Whether she is seen as the benevolent Mother of All Living, or the Goddess of bloody battle, or the Death Goddess, or the prophetic witch—the attitude toward life in matriarchal society remains the same. All life is created out of the Mother and is one with her.

This is a fundamental and recurring pattern in nature: Life is a female environment in which the male appears, often periodically, and created by the female, to perform highly specialized tasks related to species reproduction and a more complex evolution.

Paganism has no fixed creeds or dogmas, no self-proclaimed gurus or prophets, no holy books or saviours. Earth Herself is our teacher. Pagans, like all, natural peoples, desire to live in harmony with Earth and see all Her manifestations, whether animal, plant, insect, rock or mountain, or, as Native Americans say, four-legged, two-legged, crawling and flying, as our relations and as ensouled.

You'd have thought Louise was the snow itself, falling all around me, muffling the cold and the wind even as she was the source of it.

This night I'm thinking of, it had one of those skies where the stars looked poured from a barrel.

I listened, he'll answer, and his father will realize how ardently he'd paid attention all along, how carefully he observed, how hard he tried. He will tell his father that the morning chorus sounded like something rising out of the breath it took away.

She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing "yes" in the sky.

I was certain t find the familiar sting of salt, but what I needed to know was what kind: kitchen, sweat, tears or the sea.

On peut seulement noter que l'hétérosexualité n'est pas "naturelle", pas plus qu'elle n'est la seule sexualité, la sexualité universelle. L'hétérosexualité est une construction culturelle qui justifie le système entier de la domination sociale fondé sur la fonction de la reproduction obligatoire pour les femmes et sur l'appropriation de cette reproduction.

L'hétérosexualité n'est pas "naturelle", pas plus qu'elle n'est la seule sexualité, la sexualité universelle.

Aren't personal crises, loss, sadness, and periods of emotional darkness just part of human nature? Absolutely!

Every beetle is a gazelle in the eyes of its mother.

C'è stato un tempo in cui osavo sognare che Miriam e io, superati i novanta, saremmo spirati insieme, come Filemone e Bauci. E allora un munifico Zeus, con un lieve tocco del caduceo, ci avrebbe trasformato in due alberi vicini, coi rami che si sfiorano d'inverno, le foglie che si intrecciano a primavera.

Free is what every creature longs to be and has a right to be.

She enjoys rain for its wetness, winter for its cold, summer for its heat. She loves rainbows as much for fading as for their brilliance. It is easy for her, she opens her heart and accepts everything.

Why is it--that failure to hold the affection f one among millions of women who live, and love, can outweigh every blessing in life, and turn a man's nature into hell, to consume him?

Each day of human life contains joy and anger, pain and pleasure, darkness and light, growth and decay. Each moment is etched with nature's grand design — do not try to deny or oppose the cosmic order of things.

Create each day anew by clothing yourself with heaven and earth, bathing yourself with wisdom and love, and placing yourself in the heart of Mother Nature.

Study how water flows in a valley stream, smoothly and freely between the rocks. Also learn from holy books and wise people. Everything - even mountains, rivers, plants and trees - should be your teacher.