Quotes About Nature

I don't bother with rhyme. Rarely Are two trees the same, one beside the other. I think and write like flowers have color But with less perfection in my way of expressing myself Because I lack the divine simplicity Of wholly being only my exterior. I see and I'm moved, Moved the way water runs when the ground is sloping And what I write is as natural as the rising wind...

Rather the flight of the bird passing and leaving no trace Than creatures passing, leaving tracks on the ground. The bird goes by and forgets, which is as it should be. The creature, no longer there, and so, perfectly useless, Shows it was there -- also perfectly useless. Remembering betrays Nature, Because yesterday's Nature is not Nature. What's past is nothing and remembering is not seeing. Fly, bird fly away; teach me to disappear.

Sou um guardador de rebanhos O rebanho é os meus pensamentos E os meus pensamentos são todos sensações.

But if God is the flowers and the trees And the hills and the sun and the moonlight, Then I believe in him, Then I believe in him all the time, And my whole life is an oration and a mass, And a communion with my eyes and through my ears.

The Tejo runs down from Spain And the Tejo goes into the sea in Portugal. Everybody knows that. But not many people know the river of my village And where it comes from And where it's going. And so, because it belongs to less people, The river of my village is freer and greater.

He's taught me everything. He taught me how to look at things. He shows me everything there is in flowers. He shows me how stones are pleasing When you hold them in your hand And look at them for a while.

Las guerras ocurren por culpa del deseo. Porque no nos separamos del animal, porque no lo mantenemos a raya, porque dejamos que nos ocupe todo el cuerpo y que nos vuelva animales...

Giuro davanti a Dio che non toccherò mai più né i fiori, né le piante, né le lucertole.

Traté de imaginar que había hombres que dejaban transcurrir su vida —su única vida— encerrados entre los muros de una casa y las estrechas calles de una ciudad sin ver jamás ponerse el Sol sobre la raya azul del mar y me dije que debía existir un infierno especial para los que, incapaces de ver lo que Dios creó, permanecen ciegos y sordos ante la inmensa maravilla de la naturaleza

Cuenta una vieja tradición que «las palmeras suelen tener la cabeza en el fuego y los pies en el agua»,...

After morning yoga a luminous being appeared to me in broad daylight. She walked out of the river, and I saw her

As I grew older, I realized that it was much better to insist on the genuine forms of nature, for simplicity is the greatest adornment of art.

The richest values of wilderness lie not in the days of Daniel Boone, nor even in the present, but rather in the future.

The art of land doctoring is being practiced with vigor, but the science of land health is yet to be born.

We face the question whether a still higher "standard of living" is worth its cost in things natural, wild, and free.

In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.

A thing is right if it tends to preserve the stability, integrity, and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong if it tends otherwise.

Like winds and sunsets, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them. Now we face the question whether a still higher 'standard of living' is worth its cost in things natural, wild and free. For us of the minority, the opportunity to see geese is more important that television.

We face the question whether a still higher standard of living is worth its costs in things natural, wild, and free.

One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of a March thaw, is the spring.

No matter how intently one studies the hundred little dramas of the woods and meadows, one can never learn all the salient facts about any one of them.

That land is a community is the basic concept of ecology, but that land is to be loved and respected is an extension of ethics.

We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect. ~Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac

The good life of any river may depend on the perception of its music; and the preservation of some music to perceive.