Quotes About Nature

I can do no other than be reverent before everything that is called life. I can do no other than to have compassion for all that is called life. That is the beginning and the foundation of all ethics

Late on the third day, at the very moment when, at sunset, we were making our way through a herd of hippopotamuses, there flashed upon my mind, unforeseen and unsought, the phrase, "Reverence for Life."

No ray of sunshine is ever lost but the green that it awakens takes time to sprout, and it is not always given the sower to see the harvest.

As we know life in ourselves we want to understand life in the universe in order to enter into harmony with it.

As we understand life in ourselves, we want to understand life in the universe. in order to enter into harmony with it.

Die Welt ist nicht nur Geschehen, sondern auch Leben.

Man is a clever animal who behaves like an imbecile.

We are all but recent leaves on the same old tree of life and if this life has adapted itself to new functions and conditions, it uses the same old basic principles over and over again. There is no real difference between the grass and the man who mows it.

The houses are far away, the ground is under our feet like an island; invisible, victorious, birds are singing, it's the memory and oblivion of everything, it's St. John's Eve. Our kiss is as harmonious as nature.

In this place that we live--my West, my father's North, and my mother's new hemisphere--rabbits in a burning field of grass can catch on fire. They run to a clear place where there is no fire, but, in doing so, light it up because their fur is burning. That way, in trying to save themselves, they spread the fire more. . . . And it speeds to everyone.

I remember one woman making paper flowers to sell, with different herbs . . . She made them so fast, and so many . . . that as I watched, her first few zinnias became quickly enough a few hundred, and grew in their happiness to the size of sunflowers. The sunflowers themselves grew to the size of pumpkins, the snapdragons grew ominous, and the rosemary fragrant.

What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.

I don't have a philosophy: I have senses... If I talk about Nature, it's not because I know what it is, But because I love it, and that's why I love it, Because when you love you never know what you love, Or why you love, or what love is. Loving is eternal innocence, And the only innocence is not thinking.

She's a manner of speaking. Even the flowers don't come back, or the green leaves. There are new flowers, new green leaves. There are other beautiful days. Nothing comes back, nothing repeats itself, because everything is real.

Accept the universe As the gods gave it to you. If the gods wanted to give you something else They'd have done it. If there are other matters and other worlds There are.

The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset. But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?

If I knew I was going to die tomorrow, And Spring came the day after tomorrow, I would die peacefully, because it came the day after tomorrow. If that's its time, when else should it come? I like it that everything is real and everything is right; And I like that it would be like this even if I didn't like it. And so, if I die now, I die peacefully Because everything is real and everything is right.

Even so, I'm somebody. I'm the Discoverer of Nature. I'm the Argonaut of true sensations. I bring a new Universe to the Universe Because I bring the Universe to itself.

Nature never remembers, that's why she's beautiful.

I think about this, not like someone thinking, but like someone breathing, And I look at flowers and I smile... I don't know if they understand me Or if I understand them, But I know the truth is in them and in me And in our common divinity Of letting ourselves go and live on the Earth And carrying us in our arms through the contented Seasons And letting the wind sing us to sleep And not have dreams in our sleep.

Other times when I hear the wind blow I feel that just hearing the wind blow makes it worth being born.

Pensar incomoda como andar à chuva Quando o vento cresce e parece que chove mais.

A stagecoach passed by on the road and went on; And the road didn't become more beautiful or even more ugly. That's human action on the outside world. We take nothing away and we put nothing back, we pass by and we forget; And the sun is always punctual every day. (5/7/14)

I love flowers for being flowers, directly. And I love trees for being trees without my thought.