Quotes About Nature

?nsan yaln?z oldu mu tabiat? incelemeye, sevmeye ba?l?yor.

Für die Bäume ist es Frühjahr, sonst nichts. Alles andere geht sie nichts an.

Žmon?s daug piktesni nuodai nei degtin? ir tabakas.

?udno je - re?e Lenc posle izvesnog vremena. - ?udno je da se spomenici podižu svim mogu?im ljudima, a nikad mesecu ili rascvetalom drvetu.

Látod, ha egy kutyát krumplievésre kapatsz, aztán egy darab húst adsz oda neki, mégiscsak utánakap, mert ilyen a természete. Ha az embernek adsz egy darabka hatalmat, ugyanez történik: utánakap. Magától megy ez, mert az ember magábanvéve elsÅ'sorban vadállat, s tán csak azután kenÅ'dik rá valami tisztesség, mint a zsír a csomagolópapírra.

It is when one is alone that one begins to observe Nature and to love her.

For instance, if you train a dog to eat potatoes and then afterwards put a piece of meat in front of him, he'll snap at it, it's his nature. And if you give a man a little bit of authority he behaves just the same way, he snaps at it too.

Das Licht war Gold und das Blau eine letzte, seidene Fahne des Sommers.

Dišite duboko, gledajte u bregove, zahvalite bogu što živite, i mislite na to da su i bolji od vas morali da umru.

Keista,- tar? Lencas po valand?l?s,- kod?l visokiems žmon?ms paminklai statomi, o kod?l nepasta?ius paminklo m?nuliui arba žydin?iam medžiui.

Ainult lilled. Need katavad kõike. Isegi haudu.

Lenz sat in the Stutz and we drove slowly off. I held my handkerchief to my nose and looked out over the evening fields and into the sinking sun. There was an immense, unshakeable peace in it, and one felt how utterly indifferent nature was to anything that this evil-tempered ant-heap called humanity might choose to do in the world.

Vis gal?jai tik?tis, kad tav?s nepasteb?s arba palaikys mirusiu - papras?iausias gamtos d?snis, žinomas kiekvienam vabalui.

How can all the small insects simultaneously know, without a brain, without knowing anything, that today they should visit this meadow, tomorrow that one? It's a question of knowing without knowing, and wanting without wanting. If you want something too intensely, things fall apart in your hands. You start to doubt everything. As soon as you let go, everything comes to you. Then you know, without knowing.

Je sais, j'ai l'air d'un cinglé. Je parle aux arbres. Je souris aux fleurs. Je caresse les pierres. Mais la folie est avant tout affaire de perspective. Personnellement, je trouve bien plus fou de croire que les arbres n'entendent pas. Que les fleurs n'aiment pas qu'on leur sourie. Que les pierres sont insensibles.

I find it all infinitely sad, but at the same time so entrancing, that I often feel as if it would be the part of wisdom to fly at once to the woods or mountains where one can always find peace. - Dora Root in a letter to Daniel Burnham

An artist, he paints with lakes and wooded slopes, with lawns and banks and forest-covered hills. — Daniel Burnham talking about Frederick Law Olmstead

This is the story of Isaac and his time in America, the last turning of the centuries, when the hubris of men led them to believe they could disregard even nature itself.

Never was there such a contrast of natural splendor and human vileness.

No one ever remembered a nice day. But no one ever forget the feel of paralyzed fish, the thud of walnut-sized hail against a horse's flank, or the way a superheated wind could turn your eyes to burlap.

Leaves hung in the stillness like hands of the newly dead.

a butterfly in a West African rain forest, by flitting to the left of a tree rather than to the right, possibly set into motion a chain of events that escalates into a hurricane striking coastal South Carolina a few weeks later?

Stand with your back to the wind," he said, "and the barometer will be lower on your left than on your right.

Seagulls dove among corpses and survivors alike. Turner later told his son, Norman, that he found himself fending off attacks by the birds, which swooped from the sky and pecked at the eyes of floating corpses. Rescuers later reported that wherever they saw spirals of gulls, they knew they would find bodies. Turner's experience left him with such a deep hatred of seagulls, according to Norman, "that until his retirement he used to carry a .22 rifle and shoot every seagull he could.