Quotes About Nature

Master Dongguo asked Zhuangzi, "This thing called the Way - where does it exist?" Zhuangzi said, "There's no place it doesn't exist." "Come," said Master Dongguo, "you must be more specific!" "It is in the ant." "As low a thing as that?" "It is in the panic grass." "But that's lower still!" "It is in the tiles and shards." "How can it be so low?" "It is in the piss and shit!

Now you, Sir, have a large tree, and you don't know how to use it, so why not plant it in the middle of nowhere, where you can go to wander or fall asleep under its shade? No axe under Heaven will attack it, nor shorten its days, for something which is useless will never be disturbed.

Those who seek to satisfy the mind of man by hampering it with ceremonies and music and affecting charity and devotion have lost their original nature

I obtained life because the time was right. I will lose life because it is time. Those who go quietly with the flow of nature are not worried by either joy or sorrow. People like these were considered in the past as having achieved freedom from bondage. Those who cannot free themselves are constrained by things.

Olet kuullut ihmisten musiikkia, mutta et maan; tai ehkä olet kuullut maan musiikkia, mutta et taivaan.

You will always find an answer in the sound of water.

Thus, the Radiance of Drift and Doubt is the sage's only map. He makes no definition of what is right but instead entrusts it to the everyday function of each thing. This is what I call the Illumination of the Obvious.

I know the joy of fishes In the river Through my own joy, as I go walking Along the same river.

Ja sinulla on iso puu, etkä tiedä, mitä sillä tekisit! Mikset siirrä sitä tyhjälle kentälle tai asumattomaan metsään? Siellä voisit rauhassa kuljeskella sen ympärillä tai levätä sen siimeksessä. Se olisi turvassa kirveeltä, eikä kukaan vahingoittaisi sitä, sillä ellei siitä olisi hyötyä muille, mikä sitä silloin vahingoittaisi?

Täydellinen Ihminen on jumalan kaltainen. Vaikka suuret suot palaisivat, ne eivät pystyisi polttamaan häntä; vaikka nopeat salamat iskisivät vuoria halki ja tuuli kuohuttaisi merta, ne eivät säikäyttäisi häntä. Koska hän on sellainen, hän ratsastaa pilvillä ja usvalla, satuloi auuringon ja kuun ja vaeltaa Neljän Meren rajojen ulkopuolelle. Kuolema ja elämä eivät pysty häntä muuttamaan, saati sitten hyödyn ja vahingon ajatukset.

le monde] n'a pas besoin d'être gouverné ; en fait, il ne devrait pas être gouverné

Maan musiikin synnyttävät siis erilaiset onkalot; ihmisten musiikki syntyy bambupillistä, mutta rohkenenko kysyä, mitä on taivaan musiikki? Tuuli puhaltaa kymmenellätuhannella eri tavalla ja jokainen ääni syntyy omalla tavallaan. Tämä tapahtuu luonnostaan, mutta kenen käskystä ne syntyvät?

Pushing through the stalks of Queen Anne's lace that grew almost to his waist, skirting the border of her mother's flower bed, he looked so beautiful to Kate that she caught her breath.

We all dream of stories with happy endings. We know that, by their nature, "ending" and "happy" never make good roommates. But we force ourselves to believe it anyway. That hope, that naïveté, that is our greatest strength as humans. Stories don't end happy. The best we can do is hope that they leave a good taste in our mouth... licking our lips one last time before leaving the table wouldn't be that bad, right?

To all the fish, big or small. May a wave carry you to the top of a tree some day. And from that summit, may you contemplate the immensity of the ocean.

Even in the most difficult times in our lives, faith is built by stopping and looking at the wonder of God's power and grace in the expanse and intricacies of nature.

You can complain because roses have have thorns, or you can rejoice because thorns have roses.

I used to have this little mouse. I buy birds from the pet store and I let them go.

I would look at a dog and when our eyes met, I realized that the dog and all creatures are my family. They're like you and me.

If religion had a good purpose, then man would have created something great. But we're man: we mess up everything. We mess up nature. We mess up God. We take what is given to us and make it into what we think it should be.

Forest is and was and will be. Root and roof and all between. Pan-fruit feed me, nid-bough hold me, Peace and Joy be ever green.

A wee child toddling in a wonder world.... I prefer to their dogma my excursions into the natural gardens where the voice of the Great Spirit is heard in the twittering of birds, the rippling of mighty waters, and the sweet breathing of flowers. If this is Paganism, then at present, at least, I am a Pagan.

I kept motionless and tried to think like a tree.

Like picnics—only when you're sure of a good roof over your head would you even think of eating out of doors, of making a song and dance about eating under a tree.