Quotes About Nature

Bats carry rabies, like all mammals. But less than 1 percent of bats contract the disease, and when they do, they quickly die.

When clouds appear like rocks and towers, the earth's refreshed by frequent showers.

When it's this windy doesn't it seem impossible to grow old?

O, to be stung by an errant bee. O, to sting. O, to see you again. Covered in spring.

Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without suger-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.

There are some people at whom one only has to glance for one's throat to tighten and one's eyes to fill with tears of emotion. These people make one feel as if a stronger memory of our former innocence remains in them, as if they were a freak of nature, not entirely battered by the Fall. Perhaps they are messengers, like the servants who find a lost prince who's unaware of his origins, show him the robe that he wore in his native country, and remind him how to return home.

We have a view of the world, but Animals have a sense of the world, do you see?

Ludzie my?l?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? zwierz?ta, ni? rosliny, a tym bardziej - ni? rzeczy. Zwierzeta przeczuwaj?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? ro?liny i rzeczy. Ro?liny ?ni?, ?e ?yj? bardziej intensywnie ni? rzeczy. A rzeczy trwaj?, i to trwanie jest bardziej ?yciem ni? cokolwiek innego.

Then you realize: night gives the world back its natural, original appearance, without sugar-coating it; day is a flight of fancy, light a slight exception, an oversight, a disruption of the order. The world in fact is dark, almost black. Motionless and cold.

Come back to me. The world is terrible and it can kill you. Look at the earthquakes, the volcanic eruptions, the fires and the floods," He thundered from the rain clouds. "Oh, come on, I'll manage," man replied, and was gone.

He saw it. Not in front, or behind him, just somewhere out in the darkness. It was huge and powerful. The whiteness of its fur gleamed in the light of the snow. 'Wolf, in the name of the Polish border I beg you to spare my life,' he said into the darkness. The wolf stopped behind him, wondering.

But why should we have to be useful and for what reason? Who divided the world into useless and useful, and by what right? Does a thistle have no right to life, or a Mouse that eats the green in a warehouse? What about Bees and Drones, weeds and roses? Whose intellect can have had the audacity to judge who is better, and who worse?

From nature's point of view no creatures are useful or not useful. That's just a foolish distinction applied by people.

A large tree, crooked and full of holes, survives for centuries without being cut down, because nothing could possibly be made out of it. This example should raise the spirits of people like us. Everyone knows the profit to be reaped from the useful, but nobody knows the benefit to be gained from the useless.

S gledišta prirode nema korisnih i nekorisnih bi?a. To je samo glupavo razlikovanje koje primjenjuju ljudi." str. 156.

There are two points of view in the world: the frog's perspective and bird's-eye view. Any point in between just leads to chaos.

A Peloponnesian strait is what the earth gives to the water, and Crete what the water gives to the earth.

Low, dark clouds had been scudding across the sky all day, and now, late in the evening, they were rubbing their wet bellies against the hills.

The clouds were so low that one could hook onto them and let oneself be carried away to a distant land, to the south, to warmer climes. There one could jump down straight into the olive groves, or at least the vineyards in Moravia, where delicious green wine is made.

These people make one feel as if a stronger memory of our former innocence remains in them, as if they were a freak of nature, not entirely battered by the Fall. Perhaps they are messengers, like the servants who find a lost prince who's unaware of his origins, show him the robe that he

At this time of year the world is at its most detestable.

looked out of the window. Dawn was breaking, and idle snowflakes were gradually starting to fill the nothingness. They were falling slowly, weaving their way through the air and spinning on their own axis like feathers.

Here the sky hangs over us dark and low, like a dirty screen, on which the clouds are fighting fierce battles.

Ojciec cz?sto powtarza? mu (...) ?e kobiety s? z natury swojej zdradliwe i chwiejne. Rozmazane.