Quotes About Nature

Human nature is such that people are born with a love of profit If they follow these inclinations, they will struggle and snatch from each other, and inclinations to defer or yield will die.

Mencius said that human nature is good. I disagree with that.

Thus, anybody who follows this nature and gives way its states will be led into quarrels and conflicts, and go against the conventions and rules of society, and will end up a criminal.

Now it is human nature to want to eat to ones fill when hungry, to want to warm up when cold, to want to rest when tired. These all are a part of people's emotional nature.

If spring never comes, does that mean summer won't either? How will the crops grow when the fields are covered with snow?

Smudges of darkness were beginning to collect around the roots of the trees, but they were still faint, as if the night had agreed to hold off for a bit longer.

It's peaceful eating outside by myself

It's peaceful eating outside by myself, looking up at the night sky. The evenings are warmer now that spring is almost here, and the air feels soft. My hands and feet pressed against the mat are dull and numb, but everything else—the crepe myrtle, the bricks lining the flower beds

Out in the open air, he seemed somehow older.

Eternal truths are ultimately invisible, and you won't find them in material things or natural phenomena, or even in human emotions.

The rays of the setting sun stretched far into the room. Root traced the circles around the twin primes as the steam from the rice cooker floated in from the kitchen. The Professor stared through the window as if he were looking out at the desert, though all he could really see was his tiny, neglected garden.

The gentle patter of the rain was punctuated by the scratching of pencil on paper.

In years past, I had carefully studied the stems, leaves, and branches and had read the tags that identified the different varieties, but I realized now that I was already unable to remember what this thing called a rose had looked like.

I wiped my palms together, brushing the petals that had stuck to them back into the stream. Petals with frilled edges, pale ones, vivid ones, petals with the calyx still attached. They all clung for a moment to the bricks of the wash landing, but in no time at all they were caught up in the stream again and melted into the mass.

and I found myself unable to resist turning around to see whether my footsteps were following me as I made my way across the field of white.

Time is a great healer. It just flows on all of its own accord.

If we listen, the air is heavy with poems, ripe for plucking.

The ancient tea mountains bathed in the setting sunshine. The old tea trees stretching out their ancient branches As if turning their nose to the human world and recalling antiquity.

The Earth is Art, The Photographer is only a Witness

All living things contain a measure of madness that moves them in strange, sometimes inexplicable ways. This madness can be saving; it is part and parcel of the ability to adapt. Without it, no species would survive.

A simple life is good with me. I don't need a whole lot. For me, a T-shirt, a pair of shorts, barefoot on the beach and I'm happy.

Si la ville était une illusion, la campagne serait une émotion sans cesse grandissante ; chaque jour qui s'y lève rappelle l'aube de l'humanité, chaque soir s'y amène comme une paix définitive.

Sunset, springtime, the blue of the sea, the stars in the sky, all the things that entrance us exert their magic only in the orbit if woman.

Quando um mosquito se deixa apanhar numa teia, não pode querer mal à aranha.