Quotes About Nature

Toda sociedad que excluya, relativamente, el desarrollo del amor, a la larga perece a causa de su propia contradicción con las necesidades básicas de la naturaleza del hombre.

The necessity to find ever-new solutions for the contradictions in his existence, to find ever-higher forms of unity with nature, his fellowmen and himself, is the source of all psychic forces which motivate man, of all his passions, affects and anxieties.

Just as man transforms the world around him, so he transforms himself in the process of history. He is his own creation, as it were. But just as he can only transform and modify the natural materials around him according to their nature, so he can only transform and modify himself according to his own nature. What man does in the process of history is to develop this potential, and to transform it according to its own possibilities.

This need for self-preservation is that part of human nature which needs satisfaction under all circumstances and therefore forms the primary motive of human behaviour.

once torn away from nature, he cannot return to it; once thrown out of paradise—a state of original oneness with nature—cherubim with flaming swords block his way, if he should try to return. Man can only go forward by developing his reason, by finding a new harmony, a human one

Stellen Sie sich das vor. Die Menschen sind verzweifelt, weil der Boden zu viel trägt! Zu viel Getreide, und andere haben nichts zu fressen! Wenn in so eine Welt kein Blitz fährt, dann können sich die historischen Witterungsverhältnisse begraben lassen.

I've not much interest in the important things of life. Only in the beautiful things. Just this lilac here makes me happy.

Human beings are a much worse poison than schnapps or tobacco.

Night is nature's protest against the leprosy of civilization, Gottfried. No decent man can withstand it for long. He begins to notice that he has been turned out of the silent company of the trees, the animals, the stars, and unconscious life.

She was very beautiful and he felt he loved her. She was not beautiful as a state or a picture is beautiful; she was beautiful as a meadow across which the wind blows. It was life that pulsed in her and that had formed her into what she was.

I love him, his shoulders, his angular, stooping figure – and at the same time I see behind him woods and stars, and a clear voice utters words that bring me peace, to me, a soldier in big boots, belt, and a knapsack, taking the road that lies before him under the high heaven, quickly forgetting and seldom sorrowful, for ever pressing on under the wide night sky.

He's afraid, Graber said. Yes, naturally. But he's a good dog. And a man-eater. We're all that. Why? We are. And we think, just like that dog, that we are still good. And just like him we are looking for a bit of warmth and light and friendship.

if you train a dog so that it only eats potatoes, and then after a while you offer it a chunk of meat, it'll still grab it because it's in its nature. And if you offer a man a bit of power, the same thing happens; he'll grab it. It's instinctive, because when it comes down to it, a man is basically a beast, and it's only later that a bit of decency gets smeared on top, the way you can spread dripping on your bread.

he begins to notice that he has been turned out of the silent company of the trees, the animals, the stars, and the unconscious life.

We live in rooms too much, I say. We think too much in rooms. We make love too much in rooms. We despair too much in rooms. Can you despair in the open?

In himself man is essentially a beast, only he butters it over like a slice of bread with a little decorum.

Look, if you train a dog so that it only eats potatoes, and then after a while you offer it a chunk of meat, it'll still grab it because it's in its nature. And if you offer a man a bit of power, the same thing happens; he'll grab it. It's instinctive, because when it comes down to it, a man is basically a beast, and it's only later that a bit of decency gets smeared on top, the way you spread dripping on your bread.

His misfortune was that he saw a cherry tree in a garden.

I felt today when the night melted away into a flowering bush and the wind smelled of strawberries and without love one is only a dead man on furlough, nothing but a scrap of paper with a few dates and a chance name on it and one might as well die

The car ran almost noiselessly. It ran as if gravity had no power over it. Houses glided past, churches, villages, the golden spots of the estaminets and bistros, a gleaming river, a mill, and then again the even contour of the plain, the sky arching above it like the inside of a huge shell in whose milky nacre shimmered the pearl of the moon.

The pillars of human society are covetousness, fear, and corruption," retorted Grau. "Man is evil, but loves the good—when others do it.

Pred platnima impresionista ?ovek nije mogao verovati da jedna životinjska vrsta koja je tako nešto stvorila može istovremeno spremati ubila?ki rat

Der junge Tag hauchte von weit her seinen reinen Atem über die dreckigen Höfe und die rauchigen Dächer in das Fenster, und es war immer noch Wald und Leben darin.

Where do flies go in winter?