#nature

All those who love Nature she loves in return, and will richly reward, not perhaps with the good things, as they are commonly called, but with the best things of this world-not with money and titles, horses and carriages, but with bright and happy thoughts, contentment and peace of mind. ↗

— John Lubbock

#nature #reward #love

It is only natural, of course, that each man should think his own opinions best: the crow loves his fledgling, and the ape his cub. ↗

— Thomas More

#human-nature #opinions #love

Let us give Nature a chance; she knows her business better than we do. ↗

— Michel de Montaigne

#business

So there you have it: Nature is a rotten mess. But that's only the beginning. If you take your eyes off it for one second, it will kill you. Thorns, insects, fungus, worms, birds, reptiles, wild animals, raging rivers, bottomless ravines, dry deserts, snow, quicksand, tumbleweeds, sap, and mud. Rot, poison and death. That's Nature." "It's a wonder you even step outside of your cabin," I said. "My bravery exceeds my good sense," he said. ↗

— Lee Goldberg

#nature #phobia #death

Our Mother feedeth thus our little life, That we may in turn feed her with our death ↗

— James Thomson

#mother-nature #poetry #death

He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars. ↗

— Jack London

#life #nature #death

We are candles, I remember thinking, and the wind is rising. ↗

— Lynn Schooler

#nature-of-things #wind #home

Freedom - that word that the human spirit feeds: that no one can explain, and anyone who does not understand. ↗

— Cecília Meireles

#human-nature #spirit #freedom

Y todavía los que no murieron bajo las chozas ni se rajaron los huesos bajo los árboles ni se desangraron bajo las cuevas, ciegos de miedo y de ira acabaron despedazándose entre sí. Los pocos que no sufrieron quebranto, como recuerdo de la simpleza de sus corazones, se transformaron en monos. ↗

— Popol Vuh

#death #dioses #fear #humanidad #humanity

Though his health and family had been broken in the process, he'd found his purpose in life — to share the ancient key discovered anew in the garden: if we feed the earth, it will feed us. I see that is the secret, too, to living. Though the earth demands its sacrifices, spring will always return ↗

— Melissa Coleman

#nature-of-things #seasons #death