Quotes About Nature

Each organism raises its head over a field of corpses, smiles into the sun, and declares life good.

Allora non sapevo ancora cosa è la vastità, eppure lo intuivo: il poter contenere in sé moltissime cose, anche tra loro contraddittorie, sapere che tutto ciò che sembra inconciliabile sussiste tuttavia in un suo ambito, e questo sentirlo senza perdersi nella paura, e anzi sapendo che bisogna chiamarlo col suo nome e meditarci sopra: ecco la cosa che proprio da mia madre ho imparato, ed è la vera gloria della natura umana

Did I write it so as not to go mad or, on the contrary, to go mad in order to understand the nature of madness?

The sky is so close to the sea that it is difficult to tell which is reflected in the other, which one needs the other, which one is dominating the other.

All this under a magnificent blue sky.

Plant spirit medicine is the shaman's way with plants. It recognizes that plants have spirit and that spirit is the strongest medicine. Spirit can heal the deepest reaches of the heart and soul.

The dream of nature is a complex web of mutuality in which each part supports the other.

All things enjoy ecstatic union with nature. Life without ecstasy is not true life and not worth living. Without ecstasy, the soul becomes shriveled and perverted, the mind becomes corrupt, and the body suffers pain. Ecstatic union with nature is necessary for normal health; it is necessary for survival. And to think that plants are mere dumb creatures that do not know ecstasy is ignorance or tragic, arrogant folly.

Somewhere along the way, we lost the experience of unity. We live our lives propping up the pathetic lie that we are different from everything else. This is a lie because the same awareness shines in the heart of all things. The lie is pathetic because it dooms us to a dry life of alienation.

Plenty of organisms live for a season, in order for those who come next to have a chance, Mayflies, daffodils, the octopus. We can accept that?' 'Well, we're hardwired not to accept our own demise. Daffodils are a lot more chill about it.' 'Okay, but we can be like daffodils together.

Humans are animals, too, you know.

Concrete can rot. It turns green and black before crumbling away. Maybe only people from Congo know that.

Indeed nature is more suggestive of a mother juggling resources to ensure each family member's welfare as she works out differences of interest to make the whole family a cooperative venture, than of a rational engineer designing perfect machinery that obeys unchangeable laws.

We jumped into water so clear and warm that it was like jumping from air to air. The sand rose up under us and we floated to where it met the sea and walked out of the water like creatures in an act of evolution.

It was the inverse of an island in the sea.

How much of who I am is defined by the world around me, and how much is something more innate?

Our vision is so limited we can hardly imagine a love that does not show itself in protection from suffering. The love of God is of a different nature altogether. It does not hate tragedy. It never denies reality. It stands in the very teeth of suffering.

Cómo saben estos gansos cuándo es el momento de volar hacia el sol? ¿Quién les anuncia las estaciones? ¿Cómo sabemos los seres humanos cuándo es el momento de hacer otra cosa? ¿Cómo sabemos cuándo ponernos en marcha? Seguro que a nosotros nos ocurre igual que a las aves migratorias; hay una voz interior, si estamos dispuestos a escucharla, que nos dice con toda certeza cuándo adentrarnos en lo desconocido.

The reality is people have always died in large numbers in natural disasters such as avalanches, earthquakes, and tornadoes.

Somos culpables de haber destruido muchos dones de la naturaleza y de haber perdido toda espiritualidad.

The evening was cold and tempestuous, the rain poured in torrents, and the distant thunders rolled with tremendous noise round the adjacent mountains, whilst the pale lightning added horrors to the scene.

My mother-in-law's last night on earth, a fox crossed our path in Branford, Connecticut, as we left the hospice. We knew somehow that it was her, as I now know the ravenous hawk came to take Ficre. Do I believe that? Yes, I do. Poetic logic is my logic. I do not believe she was a fox. But I believe the fox was a harbinger. I believe that it was a strange enough occurrence that it should be heeded. Zememesh Berhe, the quick, red fox, soon passed from this life to the next.

Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God, But only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.

With stammering lips and insufficient sound I strive and struggle to deliver right the music of my nature.