Quotes About Earth

Whenever I use to think of others, I had to sacrifice myself...., Its called life in earth where you had to think a lot to do or not to do, the things you like or dislike.....

We believe the ice sheet was not around all the time. It was only around during cool snaps of the climate.

Grace and gratitude belong together like heaven and earth. Gratitude evokes grace like the voice and echo. Gratitude follows grace as thunder follows lightning.

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain.

Justice, sir, is the great interest of man on earth. It is the ligament which holds civilized beings and civilized nations together.

If I were the rain. . . that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle. . . Would I be able to bind two hearts together?

We are all together in this, we are all together in this single living ecosystem called planet earth.

I am convinced that music really is the universal language of beauty which can bring together all people of good will on earth

Together, we can bring our planet's heartbeat back.

What space brings to you is that global perspective, that planetary perspective, that we're all in this together, and no matter where you're living on Earth, we're all part of this amazing journey.

Si pudiéramos mantener siempre el vínculo con la tierra — dijo—, nos evitaríamos muchos problemas. ¿No te parece? —A veces nos dejamos embriagar tanto por la extraña idea de que somos los amos de todo lo que vemos que se nos olvida nuestra condición de simples criaturas de la naturaleza — contestó él.

From the complications of loving you I think there is no end or return. No answer, no coming out of it. Which is the only way to love, isn't it? This isn't a play ground, this is earth, our heaven, for a while. Therefore I have given precedence to all my sudden, sullen, dark moods that hold you in the center of my world. And I say to my body: grow thinner still. And I say to my fingers, type me a pretty song. And I say to my heart: rave on.

LONELINESS I too have known loneliness. I too have known what it is to feel misunderstood, rejected, and suddenly not at all beautiful. Oh, mother earth, your comfort is great, your arms never withhold. It has saved my life to know this. Your rivers flowing, your roses opening in the morning. Oh, motions of tenderness!

that your spirit grow in curiosity, that your life be richer than it is, that you bow to the earth as you feel how it actually is, that we—so clever, and ambitious, and selfish, and unrestrained— are only one design of the moving, the vivacious many.

Whatever power of the earth rampages, we turn to it dazed but anonymous eyes; whatever the name of the catastrophe, it is never          the opposite of love.

On the windless days, when the maples have put forth their deep canopies, and the sky is wearing its new blue immensities, and the wind has dusted itself not an hour ago in some spicy field and hardly touches us as it passes by, what is it we do? We lie down and rest upon the generous earth. Very likely we fall asleep.

each body a lion of courage, and something precious to the earth.

Impossible to believe we need so much as the world wants us to buy. I have more clothes, lamps, dishes, paper clips than I could possibly use before I die. Oh, I would like to live in an empty house, with vines for walls, and a carpet of grass. No planks, no plastic, no fiberglass. And I suppose sometime I will. Old and cold I will lie apart from all this buying and selling, with only the beautiful earth in my heart.

From the time of snow-melt, when the creek roared and the mud slid and the seeds cracked, I listened to the earth-talk, the root-wrangle, the arguments of energy, the dreams lying just under the surface, then rising, becoming at the last moment flaring and luminous -- (excerpt from the poem, Wild Trilliums)

All important ideas must include the trees,the mountains, and the rivers.

how wonderful to be who I am, made out of earth and water, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints—

Oh, mother earth, your comfort is great, your arms never withhold. It has saved my life to know this. Your rivers flowing, your roses opening in the morning.

I too have known loneliness. I too have known what it is to feel misunderstood, rejected, and suddenly not at all beautiful. Oh, mother earth, your comfort is great, your arms never withhold. It has saved my life to know this. Your rivers flowing, your roses opening in the morning. Oh, motions of tenderness!

There is still somewhere deep within you a beast shouting that the earth is exactly what it wanted --