Quotes About Nature

Ahí va la pobre, a romperse en él. Lo mismo que se rompe una ola en las rocas. Un poco de espuma y adiós.

Man shouldn't be able to see his own face – there's nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes. Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself. The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.

Without madness what is man But a wholesome beast, Postponed corpse that begets?

Life is full of paradoxes, as roses are of thorns.

I have no philosophy, I have senses . . . If I speak of Nature it's not because I know what it is But because I love it, and for that very reason, Because those who love never know what they love Or why they love, or what love is. To love is eternal innocence, And the only innocence is not to think . .

As vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de ouvir o vento passar, vale a pena ter nascido

I believe in the World as in a daisy. Because I see it. But I don't think about it Because thinking is not understanding…

What matters is to be natural and calm In happiness and in unhappiness, To feel as if feeling were seeing, To think as if thinking were walking, And to remember, when death comes, that each day dies, And the sunset is beautiful, and so is the night that remains . . . That's how it is and how I want it to be . . .

Everything that surrounds us becomes part of us, it seeps into us with every experience of the flesh and of life and, like the web of a great Spider, binds us subtly to what is near, ensnares us in a fragile cradle of slow death, where we lie rocking in the wind.

One needs a certain intellectual courage to recognize unflinchingly that one is no more than a scrap of humanity, a living abortion, a madman not yet crazy enough to be locked up; but, having recognized that, one needs even more spiritual courage to adapt oneself perfectly to one's destiny, to accept without rebellion, without resignation, without a single gesture or attempt at a gesture of protest, the elemental curse nature has laid upon one.

Pensar uma flor é vê-la e cheirá-la E comer um fruto é saber-lhe o sentido.

What does a river know about this and what does a tree know? And I, who am no more than those, what do I know? Every time I look at things and think about what men think about them, I laugh like how a brook sounds cool on a stone.

Heine said that every great tragedy was followed by a general blowing of noses. As a Jew, he saw all too clearly the universal nature of humanity.

Mankind is a postponed corpse that breeds.

We feel the weather even when we are unaware that we do.

Passa uma borboleta por diante de mim E pela primeira vez no Universo eu reparo Que as borboletas não têm cor nem movimento, Assim como as flores não têm perfume nem cor. A cor é que tem cor nas asas da borboleta, No movimento da borboleta o movimento é que se move, O perfume é que tem perfume no perfume da flor. A borboleta é apenas borboleta E a flor é apenas flor.

A Natureza é partes sem um todo. Isto é talvez o tal mistério de que falam.

A sexualidade é uma ética animal, a primeira e a mais instintiva das éticas.

Creo en el mundo como en una margarita porque lo veo. Pero no pienso en él, porque pensar es no comprender... El mundo no se hizo para pensar en él (pensar es estar enfermo de los ojos) sino para mirar hacia él y estar de acuerdo... Yo no tengo filosofía: tengo sentidos... Si hablo de la Naturaleza no es porque sepa lo que es sino porque la amo, y la amo por eso, porque quien ama nunca sabe lo que ama ni sabe por qué ama, ni lo que es amar...

Each drop of rain is my failed life weeping in nature.

Io mi siedo sulla soglia e immergo il mio sguardo e il mio udito nei colori e nei suoni del paesaggio e canto piano piano, per me soltanto, dei vaghi canti che compongo nell'attesa.

Four times in the false year the false season Changed, in the immutable course Of times's progression. Dryness follows greenness, and greenness dryness, And no one knows which is first, which Is last, and they end.

Sappiamo bene che ogni opera è necessariamente imperfetta, e che la meno sicura delle nostre contemplazioni estetiche sarà quella di cui scriviamo. Ma tutto è imperfetto, non c'è tramonto così bello da non poterlo essere di più, o brezza lieve che invita al sonno che non possa favorire un sonno ancor più sereno.

Hayattan çok az ÅŸey istedim - ama o, o kadar?n? bile esirgedi benden Az?c?k güneÅŸ, k?rlar, bir lokma ekmek bir lokma huzur, can?m? fazla yakmayacak bir yaÅŸama bilincim olsun ve bir de ne kimseye muhtaç olay?m ne el alem bana muhtaç olsun.