Quotes About Nature

Perfection is what we strive for, it is never what we should achieve. There is no such thing as utopia. Life by its nature is a struggle. Take that away and you take away any reason to exist. (The Evolutionary Void)

A lake five kilometers long and three wide, with islands of rock pinnacles whose crests were covered in a thatch of verdant vegetation.

We should throw away our arcologies and our starships, and live like the Lord intended

and former for the scent of the flowers.

You are new to sentience. Your behaviour is still affected by your animal origin.

He never did understand why people admired or even collected art. The greatest human artist could never hope to match what nature did with a single flower.

The balance is the penalty of being human: the danger of allowing yourself to feel. For this we walk a narrow path high above rocky ground. On one side we have the descent into animalism, on the other a godhead delusion. Both pulling at us, both tempting. But without these forces tugging at your psyche, stirring it into conflict, you can never love. They awaken us, you see, these warring sides, they arouse our passion.

data became available from research that gave equal weight to both genetic and social influences on development.

It's wonderful to me that bees have this simple, age-old thing going on.

At night in the town's countryside, you could just about feel and hear everything, but without using lamps, it was impossible to see anything other than shadows

When you dive into the sea, you are diving into the origin of us all.

the Garden of Ediacara.

A constant flickering confetti of butterflies showered the town of Darwin. Designer insects, I think of them now: there was something enormously wasteful, extravagant even, about the profusion of patterns and shapes and brilliant colours.

Even our garden lawn—most domesticated of foliage—needed mowing again almost as soon as it was done … like some lush, green five o'clock shadow.

Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.

No one who has lived side by side with animals that have plenty of room can ever visit the zoo.

The flakes are the size of tiny feathers, and that's the way snow is, it's not necessarily cold.

What we discover in nature is not really a matter of what exists; what we find is determined by our ability to understand.

Nature is not a straitjacket that must be burst open. Nature is a blessing, an opportunity for growth that has been bestowed upon all living things.

Vad är en ängel, frågade apan. Madelene skakade på huvudet. - Det har jag aldrig riktigt förstått, sa hon. Men kanske är det en tredjedel gud, en tredjedel djur och en tredjedel människa.

To the earth shall you return.

Reading snow is like listening to music. To describe what you've read is like explaining music in writing.

Technological culture has not destroyed the peoples of the Arctic Ocean. Believing that would be to think too highly of culture. It has simply acted as a catalyst, a cosmic model for the potential - which lies in every culture and every human being - to centre life around that particularly Western mixture of greed and naïveté. What they want to coerce is the Other, the vastness, that which surrounds human beings. It is the sea, the earth, the ice.

These Days I mainly just talk to Plants and Dogs