Quotes About Nature

We live by waters breaking out of the heart.

XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

26. Plants do not actually sleep. Nor do they lie or even bluff. They do, however, expose their genitalia.

The instant of nature forming between them drained every drop from the walls of his life leaving behind just ghosts rustling like an old map.

And for a moment the frailest leaves of life contained him in a widening happiness.

My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight before going to bed at night. I open mine as wide as possible. I like to see everything, I say. What's there to see? Moon. Air. Sunrise. All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up. I like to wake up.

Whenever I visit my mother I feel I am turning into Emily Brontë, my lonely life around me like a moor, my ungainly body stumping over the mud flats with a look of transformation that dies when I come into the kitchen door. What meat is it, Emily, we need?

As tree shapes from mist / Her young death / Loose / In you.

no interaction with another person ever brought her a bolt of pure aliveness like entering the water on a still morning with the world empty in every direction to the sky.

On the Rules of Perspective A bad trick. Mistake. Dishonesty. These are the views of Braque. Why? Braque rejected perspective. Why? Someone who spends his life drawing profiles will end up believing that man has one eye, Braque felt. Braque wanted to take full possession of objects. He said as much in published interviews. Watching the small shiny planes of the landscape recede out of his grasp filled Braque with loss so he smashed them. Nature morte, said Braque.

WHEN HE IS there they list the stones together. The stones are her lungs.

Outside the dark pink air was already hot and alive with cries.

New Ending. All over the world the beautiful red breezes went on blowing hand in hand.

You will see me, like a mountain animal, bitter little animal

Watching the small shiny planes of the landscape recede out of his grasp filled Braque with loss so he smashed them. Nature morte, said Braque.

The cure for everything is salt water—sweat, tears, or the sea.

Aye subtle hen

If you think about it, the youngest part of the tree is in the very middle. It is the little dot that will widen into a ring, next year. The youngest part of any tree is the heart.

Has the rain a father... What womb brings forth the ice? - Job: 38

I do not believe in evil- I believe that we are human and fallible, that we things and spoil them in an ordinary way.

Far below were the limestone flats they called the Flaggy Shore; grey rocks under a grey sky, and there were days when the sea was a glittering grey and your eyes could not tell if it was dusk or dawn, your eyes were always adjusting. It was like the rocks took the light and hid it away. And that was the thing about Boolavaun, it was a place that made itself hard to see.

Of course I am bland, she thought. You too would be bland if you grew up with one gas pump in front of the house and nothing else except a view that stretched over half the world. Landscape made me bland, bears poking in the garbage can stunted my individuality, as did plagues of horseflies, permafrost, wild-fire, and the sun setting like a bomb. So much sky makes one bewildered - which is the proper way to be.

I continue to be interested in the fact that children come out of your body, that giving birth is like pulling the sleeve of death inside out.

Scientists do not simply read nature to find truths to apply in the social world. Instead, they use truths taken from our social relationships to structure, read, and interpret the natural