Quotes About Nature

You know why?" Suzie says. "Because it's autumn. The leaves are falling. The woods open up. Anytime things are moving out, you're in love with moving in.

Craiceann a shníonn go gléineach thar do ghéaga mar bhainne á dháil as crúiscíní am lóin is tread gabhar ag gabháil thar chnocáin do chuid gruaige cnocáin ar a bhfuil faillte arda is dhá ghleann atá domhain. (Leaba Shíoda)

Let me just say that I am not often lonely in country places. In cities I am, like the writers of the letters. Nature doesn't break your heart: other people do. Yet, we cannot live apart from each other in bowers feeding on nectar. We're in this together, this getting through our lives, as the fact that we are word-users shows.

The world is wonderful, she said. All its little things. It is wonderful.

Fa male vedere uomini e donne impegnati in una folle corsa verso la terra promessa del guadagno, dove tutto ciò che li circonda – la natura, gli oggetti, gli altri esseri umani – non suscita alcun interesse.

favorite Norwegian novel, Giants in the Earth.

As one half of our nature seeks to create heroes to worship, the other must ceaselessly attempt to cast them down and discover evidence of feet-of-clay, in order to label them as mere lucky fellows, or as villains-were-the-facts-but-known, and the eminent and great are ground between the millstones of envy, and reduced again to common size.

Los hombres son como el maíz. El sol los quema, la lluvia los empapa, el invierno los congela y la Caballería los pisotea, pero a pesar de todo continúan creciendo. Y nada de eso importa mientras haya whisky.

?çimin mevsimlerine de hiç uymaz ?u tabiat.

Tanr? ya da tabiat mutlak yola girmesini istedi?i yüz ki?i için yüzbin ki?i yaratt? diye, doksan dokuz bin dokuz yüz ki?iden birisi olarak ya?amak neden gerekli, soruyorum?

Her ?eyin özüyle ilgileniyoruz: meyvalar?n yaln?z suyunu içiyoruz.

Seni tan?madan önce a?açlar?n çiçek açt??? ve yaprak döktü?ü mevsimleri hep kaç?r?rd?m derdi. Resim yapmay? sevdi?im halde denizin mavisini bilmezdim, yapra??n ye?ilinin her mevsimde de?i?ti?ine dikkat etmemi?tim...

Ars?z çiçekler yeti?tiriyorum.Tenekeler dü?mesin diye pencerenin iki kasas? aras?na ç?talar çakt?m.Daha çirkin oldu görünü?leri.Çiçeklerle birlikte her soluk al???m?zda havay? kirletiyoruz..

Yüzlerce insan, binlerce insan... ço?u ne kadar önemsiz, ne kadar silik. ?çlerinden biri Selim olamaz m?yd?? Milyonlar?n içinde sadece bir Selim. Bu tabiat kanunlar? ne kadar insafs?z, diye dü?ündü. Kime zarar? dokunur bunun? Hepsinin eli, aya??, ba?? var... Selim gibi. Ne olur bu kadar el, ayak, ba? bir araya gelse de sadece bir tanecik Selim ç?karsalar aralar?ndan; ne olur bir tane Selim olsa.

Woman possesses the cosmic force of an element, an invincible force of destruction, like nature's. She is, in herself alone, all nature! Being the matrix of life, she is by that very fact the matrix of death - since it is from death that life is perpetually reborn, and since to annihilate death would be to kill life at its only fertile source.

Why, flowers are violent, cruel, terrible, splendid...like love.

You see how all occidental art loses by the fact that the magnificent expressions of love have been denied it. With us, eroticism is poor, stupid and frigid. It is always presented in ambiguous attitudes of sin, while here it preserves all its vital scope, all its passionate poetry and the stupendous pulse of all nature. But you are only a european lover... a poor, timid, chilly little soul.

Was ich den Pyrenäen am meisten vorwerfe, ist, dass sie ein Gebirge sind ...

Why did they kill it? Man can't stand to let something beautiful and pure, a thing on wings, pass over him. He hates everything that soars, and everything that sings. It seemed to me this swan is the very image of my dream, and my dream is dead.

Intelligence is relatively new to life on Earth, but your hierarchical tendencies are ancient.

God is Change, and in the end, God prevails. But there's hope in understanding the nature of God—not punishing or jealous, but infinitely malleable. There's comfort in realizing that everyone and everything yields to God. There's power in knowing that God can be focused, diverted, shaped by anyone at all. But there's no power in having strength and brains, and yet waiting for God to fix things for you or take revenge for you. You know that.

Pochi ritengono che Dio sia un altro modo di chiamare la natura e questa corrisponde a tutto ciò che non capiscono o non controllano.

Human purpose isn't what you say it is or what I say it is. It's what your biology says it is--what your genes say it is.

I would like to give them a grove of oak trees, I said. Trees are better than stone- life commemorating life.