Quotes About Earth

Tomorrow we will only give them a leaf of the tree of our love, a leaf which will fall on the earth like if it had been made by our lips like a kiss which falls from our invincible heights to show the fire and the tenderness of a true love.

I love the piece of earth you are, because in all the planetary prairies I do not have another star. You repeat the multiplication of the universe.

Fear envelops bones like new skin, envelops blood with night's skin, the earth moves beneath the soles of the feet - it is not your hair but the terror in your head, like long hair made of vertical nails, and what you see are not shattered streets, but rather, within you, your own crushed walls, your frustrated infinity, again the city comes crashing down: in your silence, only water's threat is heard, and in the water drowned horses gallop through your death.

beyond the earth and the shadow the brightness of our love will stay alive

You, in bloom, heart, beloved, you are like the foliage of the sky over my eyes and I look at you lying on the earth

I can scarcely measure the sky's most spacious eyes and I lean down to your mouth to kiss the earth.

I am not a gentle shepherd like the ones in fairy tales, but a good woodsman who shares with you earth, wind, and moutain thorns.

The sun is touching every door and making wonder of the wheat. The first wine is pink in colour, is sweet with the sweetness of a child, the second wine is able-bodied, strong like the voice of a sailor, the third wine is a topaz, is a poppy and a fire in one. My house has both the sea and the earth, my woman has great eyes the colour of wild hazelnut, when night comes down, the sea puts on a dress of white and green...

I love the handful of the earth you are. Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, I have no other star. You are my replica of the multiplying universe.

I shall speak, not of self, but of geography.

My struggle is harsh and I come back with eyes tired at times from having seen the unchanging earth, but when your laughter enters it rises to the sky seeking me and it opens for me all the doors of life.

Does the earth sing like a cricket in the music of the heavens? Canta la tierra como un grillo entre la musica celeste?

And that's how it was, that night, shadow and space, earth and time, something that runs and falls and passes. And that's how all the nights go over the earth, leaving only a vague black odor. A leaf falls, a drop on the earth muffles its sound, the forest sleeps, the waters, the meadows, the bells, the eyes. I hear you and you breathe, my love, we sleep.

Mas se amo os teus pés É só porque andaram Sobre a terra e sobre O vento e sobre a água, Até me encontrarem.

From Odes and Burgeonings: Oh love, your body rises like the pure line of a goblet from the earth that knows me and when my senses found you you throbbed as though within you rain and seeds were falling...

Nació un hombre entre muchos que nacieron, viví entre muchos hombres que vivieron, y esto no tiene historia sino tierra.

mido apenas los ojos más extensos del cielo y me inclino a tu boca para besar la tierra

Perdón si cuando quiero contar mi vida es tierra lo que cuento. Esta es la tierra. Crece en tu sangre y creces. Si se apaga en tu sangre tú te apagas.

Nunca solo, contigo, tierra Contigo el mar, la vida, cuanto soy, cuanto doy y cuanto canto, esta materia amor, la tierra, el mar, el pan, la vida

Ahora me parece que no está solo el hombre. En sus manos ha elaborado como si fuera un duro pan, la esperanza, la terrestre esperanza.

Oh love, your body rises like the pure line of a goblet from the earth that knows me and when my senses found you you throbbed as though within you rain and seeds were falling...

Nothing may truly be said to be a "miracle" except in the profound sense that everything is a miracle. That each of us is encased in an intricately organized body, and is set upon an earth whirling through space among the stars — is anything more commonplace? or more miraculous? Great

When He withdraws His will, all earth atoms will be transformed into energy. Atomic energy will return to its source: consciousness. The earth idea will disappear from objectivity.

Those who are too good for this world are adorning some other," Sri Yukteswar remarked. "So long as you breathe the free air of earth, you are under obligation to render grateful service. He alone who has fully mastered the breathless state is free from cosmic imperatives. I will not fail to let you know when you have attained the final perfection.