Quotes About Nature

Mama, what kept you moving forward through droughts, wild animals, loneliness? We had no choice. Sadness was as dangerous as panthers and bears. The wilderness needs your whole attention.

This valley I thought was dead taught me why the origin of the world is in the wind. I can not only hear this cosmic whirlwind, I can see it...I think I'm seeing the moment when the world began with a storm.

Man is fully responsible for his nature and his choices.

I was escaping from Nature and at last becoming myself, that Other whom I was aspiring to be in the eyes of others.

It disturbs me no more to find men base, unjust, or selfish than to see apes mischievous, wolves savage, or the vulture ravenous.

I am going to outlive myself. Eat, sleep, sleep, eat. Exist slowly, softly, like these trees, like a puddle of water, like the red bench in the streetcar.

Machin, le chien qui n'a pas de nom, ne l'entend pas de cette oreille. Ce qu'il aime à la plage, c'est : Premièrement : courir après les crabes et les crevettes. Deuxièmement : déguster des chichis au sucre tout collants. Troisièmement : faire la crêpe le reste de la journée. Bref, des jeux de chien.

Even nature is concerned, for it leads us to choose the third as the sole consonance which may makeup for the harshness of the dissonance. The third despite its imperfection becomes the sole object of our desire after a dissonance and gives new charm to the perfect chord. It is for this reason that the rule for resolving

Marie se sentait bien, nue sous les draps a l'abri de l'orage, les sens exacerbes dans le noir, les yeux brillants dans les eclairs, savourant avec volupte la dimension erotique du plaisir qu'il y a de jouir de l'orage dans la chaleur d'un lit, la fenetre ouverte dans la nuit, quand le ciel se dechire et les elements se dechainent. La main et le regard, il n'est jamais question que de cela dans la vie, en amour, en art.

There is no greater solitude than that of the samurai unless it is that of the tiger in the jungle... Perhaps...

There is no solitude greater than the samurai's, unless perhaps it be that of a tiger in the jungle.

There is a certain age at which human nature is desirous of procreation—procreation which must be in beauty and not in deformity; and this procreation is the union of man and woman, and is a divine thing.29

The sky, a perfect empty canvas, offers clouds nonetheless. They shift and drift and beg interpretation... such is the nature of art.

The trees are whispering to me, reminding me of my roots, and my reach... shhhhhh... can you hear them? Selflessly sharing their subtle song.

My feet have several thousand meetings scheduled with the dirt on a trail not far from here. Who am I to keep them waiting? Time to run.

I can see the orange haze on the horizon as the morning exhales a yawn, and seems to be ready to rise.

A bud can be beautiful, a work of art even. But I'm finding it simply can't compare to the openness of the blossom. Looking for my sun.

First time I've picked weeds in almost a year. Definitely missed it. I love the smell of dirt and plant revealing their hidden nature.

In an age of rampant chronic disease, reconnecting with the Earth's energy beneath our very feet may provide a way back to better health and keeping our bodies in top condition throughout our lives.

Jane Roberts said that miracles are nature unimpeded, which is a good way of saying that if you take your hand off the tiller, the boat will steer itself and do a vastly better job of it than you ever could.

Jane Roberts said that miracles are nature unimpeded, which is a good way of saying that if you take your hand off the tiller, the boat will steer itself and do a vastly better job of it than you ever could. Julie seems to have that ability to relax into the moment and let the universe do the driving. If there was a secret to happiness in life, I'd say that was it.

A poem by Ryokan comes to mind: Too lazy to be ambitious, I let the world take care of itself. Ten days worth of rice in my bag; a bundle of twigs by the fireplace. Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment? Listening to the night rain on my roof, I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out. One of my favorites.

aesthetics is for the artists as ornithology is for the birds.

The ways of happiness and meaning are not the same. To find happiness, a man need only live in the moment; he need only live for the moment. But if he wants meaning—the meaning of his dreams, his secrets, his life—a man must reinhabit his past, however dark, and live for the future, however uncertain. Thus nature dangles happiness and meaning before us all, insisting only that we choose between them.