Quotes About Nature

El hecho de que Shinji no experimentara ningún tipo de carencias musicales en en su vida cotidiana se debía sin duda a que el mar satisfacía su necesidad.

Quello ch'io avrei voluto era morire in mezzo a estranei, sotto un cielo sgombro di nuvole. E nondimeno il mio desiderio differiva dai sentimenti dell'antico greco che ambiva morire nel Sole brillante. Quello ch'io avrei voluto era un suicidio natural, spontaneo; una morte simile a quella del volpacchiotto, non ancora ben pratico di astuzie, che va errando sbadatamente su un viottolo montano ed è colpito dal cacciatore a causa della sua stupidità.

Great cloud masses boiled up, immense in their quiet majesty. They seemed to drink up all the noise below, even the sound of the sea. It was the height of summer and there was anger in the rays of the sun.

How cursed a thing it was! Yes, in the cries of the cicadas that echoed from the surrounding hills, I could hear this eternity, which was like a curse on my head, which had shut me up in the golden plaster.

El amor sólo puede nacer de la desesperación. El espiritu contra la naturaleza...el movimiento del espiritu hacia esa imposibilidad de comunicación es el amor.

It was a bright, quiet garden, without striking features. Like a rosary rubbed between the hands, the shrilling of cicadas held sway. There was no other sound. The garden was empty. He had come, thought Honda, to a place that had no memories, nothing. The noontide sun of summer flowed over the still garden.

They were simply looking at the sky. In their eyes there was no vision: only the reflection of the blue and the absolute skies of early autumn. Those blue skies though, were unusual skies that I might never see again in my life.

When the Golden Temple reflected the evening sun or shone in the moon, it was the light of the water (in the pond before it) that made the entire structure look as if it were mysteriously floating along and flapping its wings. The strong bonds of the temple's form were loosened by the reflection of the quivering water, and at such moments the Golden Temple seemed to be constructed of materials like wind and water and flame that are commonly in motion.

Venne un giorno, agli sgoccioli della primavera, che sembrava lo scampolo che un sarto avesse staccato da una pezza d'estate, oppure una prova in costume della stagione ventura.

When I think how in the past couple of years your confidence in your knowledge of people has been shattered, how you have obtained in place of peace of mind only uncertainty, and in place of happiness a new, painful knowledge, how you ended at the place where you thought you would begin, and began at the place you had ended ... how you have been able to secure your present, peaceful uncertainty by sacrificing everything, my nature is such that I feel less sympathy than respect.

Tu sei come un torrente chiaro che scorre sulle rocce, io sono come il suo letto levigato, eroso dalla corrente. Solo se il torrente si asciuga il letto viene risparmiato ma, nonostante tutto, quest'ultimo non vuole inaridirsi e desidera ardentemente che le acque non cessino di scorrere e di consumarlo...

Quando tentano di esprimere la verità, le parole balbettano sempre in questo modo. Mi pare quasi di vederle annaspare. Non per vergogna, né per paura, ma perché è inevitabile che la nuda verità provochi un simile balbettare, espressione di una sua certa rozza natura.

A passagem do tempo, nunca deixa de fazer suas vítimas, sempre transforma o que era sublime em matéria para comédia. O que afinal fica corroído? Se o exterior é corroído, será verdade, então, que o sublime pertence por natureza apenas a um exterior que esconde um cerne cômico? Ou será que o sublime pertence de fato ao todo, mas acaba coberto por uma poeira ridícula?

Just as evil never dies, neither does the sentimental.

Many processes that seem to occur in nature randomly and without any order are, in fact, being governed by some visible or not-so-visible physical laws. Whether we notice them or not, these laws are there, governing consistently and predictably what seem to be ordinary events.

Just as in nature good weather can't last indefinitely, so too must there always be times of trial in human lives.

Putting my hands on. What April couldn't fix Wasn't worth the time: Egg shell & dried placenta Light as memory. Patches of fur, feathers, & bits of skin. A nest Of small deaths among anemone. A canopy edged over, shadowplaying The struggle underneath As if it never happened

A goddess of dawn scooted under a zing of barbed wire to witness your birth.

I'm turning you into a girl chasing a butterfly, a she-wolf on a hilltop, & then back into a woman.

See how forgiving - how brave nature is.

Now, what I know makes me look down at the ground. I can almost feel how the owl's beauty scared the mice to death, how the shadow of her wings was a god passing over the grass. from 'Tree Ghost

I stared at a tree against dusk Till it was a girl Standing beside a country road Shucking cane with her teeth. She looked up & smiled & waved. Lost in what hurts, In what tasted good, could she Ever learn there's no love In sugar?

as human beings, no matter how many tears we have to shed in order to learn a lesson, the moment the tears are dry, we forget. That's the type of beings we are.

The dog which remembers only to bark and not to bite, and is led through the streets as a lady's pet, is only a degenerate wolf.