Quotes About Nature

It is good to feel small beneath the sparkling northern lights, small beside the mighty river. Nature is so close to us up here. My troubles and difficulties just shrivel up. I like being insignificant.

El amor es como una planta o un animal. Vive y se desarrolla. Nace, crece, envejece y muere.

Les bouleaux sont fins et malingres. au sud de la Suède, les arbres à membres fins commencent à fleurir. Les magnolias et les cerisiers, comme des jeunes filles endimanchées dans les parcs. Les boulots ici sont fins, oui, mais n'ont rien de jeunes filles. Noueux, hirsutes et courbés comme de vieilles Laponnes, ils guettent le printemps à la lisière de la forêt.

Everything is possible to him who wills only what is true! Rest in Nature, study, know, then dare; dare to will, dare to act and be silent!

Like all magical mysteries, the secrets of the Great Work have a triple meaning: they are religious, philosophical and natural. Philosophical gold in religion is the Absolute and Supreme Reason; in philosophy, it is truth; in visible nature, it is the sun: in the subterranean and mineral world, it is the purest and most perfect gold. Hence the search after the Great Work is called the Search for the Absolute, and this work itself is termed the operation of the sun.

Rien ne vient de rien & rien ne se perd dans le rien

Le « culturel » vient renforcer le « naturel » dans un cercle vertueux. C'est le fameux « Sois un homme, mon fils »

I do not know how it happens that nature fails to place within the hearts of men a burning desire for liberty, a blessing so great and so desirable that when it is lost all evils follow thereafter, and even the blessings that remain lose taste and savor because of their corruption by servitude. Liberty is the only joy upon which men do not seem to insist; for surely if they really wanted it they would receive it. Apparently they refuse this wonderful privilege because it is so easily acquired.

No se puede negar que la naturaleza no tenga en nosotros gran influencia como para llevarnos donde quiere y hacernos bien o mal nacidos; pero hay que confesar que tiene sobre nosotros menor poder que la costumbre, porque lo natural, por bueno que sea, se pierde si no es cuidado, y la educación nos hace siempre a su manera, como ésta sea, a pesar de la naturaleza" Página 26, Discurso sobre la servidumbre voluntaria

Friendship is a sacred word, a holy thing; it is never developed except between persons of character, and never takes root except through mutual respect; it flourishes not so much by kindnesses as by sincerity. What makes one friend sure of another is the knowledge of his integrity: as guarantees he has his friend's fine nature, his honor, and his constancy.

You will forget. Life is like that. Everything goes in time. Memories blur, pain diminishes. I remember my wife as one remembers a bird or a flower

Don't be sentimental. Everything dies

On our way home we throw the apples, the biscuits, the chocolate and the coins in the tall grass by the roadside. It is impossible to throw away the stroking on our hair

In vain does the disguised traveller inwardly rebel against the influences and impressions which are wearing away his real self. The impressions of the past lose more and more their hold on him until they fade away, leaving the traveller hopelessly struggling in the toils of his own fiction, and the rôle he had assumed soon becomes second nature with him.

You either get the point of Africa or you don't. What draws me back year after year is that it's like seeing the world with the lid off.

People put their minds to ruling over animals, not studying them. If you'll study animals and their habits, you'll do a much better job of dealing with them." Jeremy

Jarboe had taught Jeremy to view himself as only one part of the complex of animals and plants, and to live in harmony with his surroundings rather than to attempt to dominate them. The

A gentle breeze, a rustle of leaves, it's times like this life pleases with ease.

He waited, the trail of his words slowly fading away into the rocks and grass and dirt and trees all around them. Nothing

We have a natural resentment toward government, which was how we were born

And a wheat thin the size of Lake Tahoe.

Mike said it was deer season.

Ma stood for a long moment and took in the panorama. Her gaze moving from left to right, she viewed the perimeter of the ice-covered plain. Three sides of the lake were bordered in marshland. The dusky skeletons of long dead pine trees angled helter-skelter at the verge of the marshes. Beyond, scrub forests of oak and maple in saturnine nakedness stood on the rolling terrain. A dark overcast added to the grimness of the tableau. Ma looked over the expanse of ice toward the old resort.

He's not a bad guy, deep down," I said. My dad slipped the key into the door. "Deep down, no one is. But you make choices.