Quotes About Nature

The line of Nature is crooked ... though we dig the canal beds as straight as we can, the rivers run hither and thither in their wildness.

I call to the mysterious one who yet Shall walk the wet sand by the water's edge, And look most like me, being indeed my double, And prove of all imaginable things The most unlike, being my anti-self, And, standing by these characters, disclose All that I seek; and whisper it as though He were afraid the birds, who cry aloud Their momentary cries before it is dawn, Would carry it away to blasphemous men.

It is well known to researchers of nature that one cannot perform even the slightest movement without motivation, meaning without somehow benefiting oneself. When, for example, one moves ones hand from the chair to the table it is because one thinks that by putting ones hand on the table one will thus receive greater pleasure. If one would not think so, one would leave one's hand on the chair for the rest of one's life without moving it an inch, all the more so concerning greater efforts.

To seize control over the laws of Mother Nature one must attain self-mastery.

vence a tu propia naturaleza reactiva y los cielos te ayudarán a vencer a las leyes de la Madre Naturaleza, pues ambas están íntimamente relacionadas.

But, alas! in this world nothing lasts forever. Even the moon is not always perfect in shape, but loses its roundness with time, and flowers bloom and then fade.

So the jelly fish slowly walked towards the pine-tree. In those ancient days the jelly fish had four legs and a hard shell like a tortoise.

Then they all surrounded the poop little animal and pulled out all his fur.

I sing and drink, giving no thought to death; with arms outspread I fall upon the grass, and if, in this wide world, I come to die, then it's certain to be from sheer joy that I live.

They say there are flowers that bloom only once every hundred years. Why shouldn't there be some that bloom only once every thousand, every ten thousand years? Maybe we just haven't heard about them up to now because this very day is that once-in-a-thousand-years.

Dicen que hay unas flores que sólo se abren y florecen cada cien años. Y ¿por qué no han de haber otras que florezcan una vez cada mil e incluso cada diez mil años? Quizá no lo hayamos sabido por la simple razón de que este «una vez cada mil años» acontece precisamente hoy.

Imagine yourself standing on a shore: waves rhythmically rising, rising, and then suddenly they stay there, they set, they freeze.

Rüzgarla yerinden kopan bir yaprak sükunetle aÅŸa?? düÅŸer ama düÅŸerken döner, k?vr?l?r ve tan?d??? her dalla, her filizle, gövdeyle göz göze gelir... Yanlar?ndan geçtiÄŸim her kafaya, duvarlar?n saydam buzuna, bulutlara uzanan Ak?mtoplar Kulesi'yle iÅŸte öyle göz göze geldim.

Dicen que hay flores que sólo despuntan una vez cada cien años. ¿Y por qué no hay otras que florezcan cada mil o cada diez mil años? Tal vez hasta ahora no lo hayamos sabido por la sencilla razón de que esa vez-cada-mil-años toca precisamente hoy.

?i tu ai în tine, pesemne, câteva pic?turi de sânge solar, de p?dure. Poate c? tocmai de aceea eu te --

Argi neskauda, kai sprogsta pumpuras?

DüÅŸünen, görüÅŸ sahibi bir yarat???n düzensizlikler, bilinmezler, X'ler aras?nda yaÅŸamas? doÄŸaya ayk?r?d?r: Gözlerinizi baÄŸlad?klar?n? ve yürümeye, hem de hemen birkaç ad?m ötede uçurumun kenar?n?n bulunduÄŸunu bildiÄŸiniz halde el yordam?yla yürümeye zorlad?klar?n? farz edin.

They say there are flowers that bloom only once in a hundred years. Why not suppose the existence of flowers that bloom only once a thousand years? We may have known nothing about them until now only because today is the "once in a thousand years"?

Do enamorado sussuro das ondas, nós extraímos eletricidade; dessa fera brava que se desfaz em espuma fizemos um animal doméstico e, pelo mesmo método, domesticamos e submetemos o elemento bárbaro da poesia. Doravante, a poesia não é já o imperdoável trinado do rouxinol; a poesia é um serviço estatal, a poesia é utilidade.

What if he, this yellow-eyed creature, in his disorderly, filthy mound of leaves, in his uncomputed life, is happier than we are?

But how explain all of myself, all of my sickness, recorded in these pages? And I subsided and walked obediently. ... A leaf torn off a tree by a sudden blast of wind obediently falls downward, but on the way it whirls, catches at every familiar branch, fork, knot And I, too, was catching at every silent spherical head, at the transparent ice of the walls, at the blue spire of the Accumulator Tower piercing a cloud.

Then a momentary curtain of cotton-wadding clouds-through it- and the sun was shining in a blue sky. Seconds, minutes, miles—and the blue was quickly becoming firm and suffused with darkness, the stars were emerging like drops of cold silver sweat.

The lilac branches are bowed under the weight of the flowers: blooming is hard, and the most important thing is - to bloom. ("A Story About The Most Important Thing")

Whoever needs milk, bows to the animal.