Quotes About Nature

punto de partida es la duda metódica. La duda cartesiana no es escepticismo, sino un procedimiento dialéctico de investigación, encaminado a desprender y aislar la primera verdad evidente, la primera idea clara y distinta, la primera naturaleza simple.

Il faut être l'homme de la pluie et l'enfant du beau temps.

A time when an exhausted sky sinks deep into the earth and man in his death agony is scorned on both sides.

Ihminen vailla puutteita on vuori vailla rotkoja.

Nous sommes pareils à ces crapauds qui dans l'austère nuit des marais s'appellent et ne se voient pas, ployant à leur cri d'amour toute la fatalité de l'univers. ( We are like those frogs in the austere night of marshes who call without seeing one another, bending the whole fatality of the universe to their love-cry. )

Friends, snow is awaiting snow, for a task to perform, simple and pure, at the boundary of earth and air.

Nous sommes pareils à ces crapauds qui dans l'austère nuit des marais s'appellent et ne se voient pas, ployant à leur cri d'amour toute la fatalité de l'univers.

Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught, And spent my little life without a thought, And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim, Should think of me, who never thought of him.

When men no longer live in harmony with one another, the sun still shines and the rain falls, but the fields are less well tended, the harvests less abundant.

I am convinced that we have entered an era when anthropology will become a more relevant tool than political science. We will have to radically change our interpretation of events, stop thinking as products of the Enlightenment, and finally envisage the radical nature of violence; this will produce a quite different kind of rationality as required by events.

I maintain that passion and desire are never authentic in the Heideggerean sense. They do not emerge from the depths of our being; we always borrow them from others. Far from seeing conflict as a sign of mastery, as Heidegger does, we must see it as exactly the opposite, a confirmation of the mimetic nature of our desires.

We feel that we are at the point of attaining autonomy as we imitate our models of power and prestige. This autonomy, however, is really nothing but a reflection of the illusions projected by our admiration for them. The more this admiration mimetically intensifies, the less aware it is of its own mimetic nature. The more "proud" and "egotistic" we are, the more enslaved we become to our mimetic models.

Let us add that nature is given its full significance only if it is looked at as offering us a means of rising up to the knowledge of divine truths, which is precisely the essential function which we have recognized in symbolism.

This 'specialization', arising from an analytical attitude of mind, has been pushed to such a point that those who have undergone its influence are incapable of conceiving of a science that deals with nature in its entirety.

ou l'on admet, comme Descartes, que la nature de l'esprit et celle du corps n'ont pas le moindre point de contact, et alors il n'est pas possible qu'il y ait entre eux un intermédiaire ou un moyen terme ; ou l'on admet au contraire, comme les anciens, qu'ils ont une certaine affinité de nature, et alors l'intermédiaire devient inutile, car cette affinité suffit à expliquer que l'un puisse agir sur l'autre.

Lorsque nous trouvons la figure de la croix dans les phénomènes astronomiques ou autres, elle a exactement la même valeur symbolique que celle que nous pouvons tracer nous-mêmes [3] ; cela prouve seulement que le véritable symbolisme, loin d'être inventé artificiellement par l'homme, se trouve dans la nature même, ou, pour mieux dire, que la nature tout entière n'est qu'un symbole des réalités transcendantes.

The roof of the front porch of the house is covered, for some reason, with moss, and also, on one side, with wisteria, which gives the house a sort of raffish Veronica Lake look, a disheveled charm.

But in my opinion, all things in nature occur mathematically.

The lady hasn't lost it yet—the sound of freedom. When she laughs, you can hear the wind in the trees and the splash of water hitting pavement. You can sense the gentle caress of rain on your face and how laughter sounds in the open air, all the things those of us in this dungeon can never feel.

she winds her way through gorgeous blue conifer forests, past glistening rivers and curves that give glimpses of heaven.

She stopped by an empty field, the soil abandoned, gone to mustard weed and grass. Lush bundles of crimson clover lined the fence. At the far end was a cluster of trees. As always, her eyes sought movement at the edge of the woods.

The land beyond rose into dizzying mountains. Far across the way a frozen waterfall resembled a charging lion. The trees were shrouded in white, a vision of the heavens.

Naomi felt very small, hiking through this endless dark forest. Fresh snow dusted the ground.

A farm without stock, a home without children. The world here was dying.