Quotes About World

Christianity as a belief system requires nothing but acquiescence. Christianity as a way of life, as a path to follow, requires a second birth, the conquest of ego, and new eyes with which to see the world. It is no wonder that we have preferred to be saved.

If all the world is a commodity, how poor we grow. When all the world is a gift in motion, how wealthy become.

Isn't this the purpose of education, to learn the nature of your own gifts and how to use them for good in the world?

caring is not abstract. The circle of ecological compassion we feel is enlarged by direct experience of the living world, and shrunken by its lack.

But the world is still unpredictable and still we survive by the grace of chance and the strength of our choices.

I love my country too, and its hopes for freedom and justice. But the boundaries of what I honor are bigger than the republic. Let us pledge reciprocity with the living world.

Same species, same earth, different stories. Like Creation stories everywhere, cosmologies are a source of identity and orientation to the world. They tell us who we are. We are inevitably shaped by them no matter how distant they may be from our consciousness.

Language is the dwelling place of ideas that do not exist anywhere else. It is a prism through which to see the world.

This is our work, to discover what we can give. Isn't this the purpose of education, to learn the nature of your own gifts and how to use them for good in the world?

How, in our modern world, can we find our way to understand the earth as a gift again, to make our relations with the world sacred again?

Listening, standing witness, creates an openness to the world in which the boundaries between us can dissolve in a raindrop.

I suppose that's the way we humans are, thinking too much and listening too little. Paying attention acknowledges that we have something to learn from intelligences other than our own. Listening, standing witness, creates an openness to the world in which the boundaries between us can dissolve in a raindrop. The drop swells on the tip of a cedar and I catch it on my tongue like a blessing.

all the knowledge he needed in order to live was present in the land. His role was not to control or change the world as a human, but to learn from the world how to be human.

If grief can be a door way to love, then let us all weep for the world we are breaking apart so we can love it back to wholeness again

But isn't play the way we get limbered up for the work of the world?

people of the modern world suffer a great sadness, a "species loneliness"—estrangement from the rest of Creation.

So I offer, in its place, a braid of stories meant to heal our relationship with the world.

Ceremonies large and small have the power to focus attention to a way of living awake in the world. The visible became invisible, merging with the soil.

Their success is measured not by consumption and growth, but by graceful longevity and simplicity, by persistence while the world changed around them. It is changing now.

Being a good mother means teaching your children to care for the world

How, in our modern world, can we find our way to understand the earth as a gift again, to make our relations with the world sacred again? I know we cannot all become hunter-gatherers—the living world could not bear our weight—but even in a market economy, can we behave "as if " the living world were a gift?

beings we think of and therefore speak of as persons worthy of our respect, of inclusion in a peopled world.

One story leads to the generous embrace of the living world, the other to banishment. One woman is our ancestral gardener, a cocreator of the good green world that would be the home of her descendants. The other was an exile, just passing through an alien world on a rough road to her real home in heaven.

G. Evelyn Hutchinson, a pioneering ecologist, spoke eloquently of the living world as "the ecological theater and the evolutionary play." This decaying log is a stage, and the scenes take place in the gaps, where the colonists act out their drama.