#nature

...dark furrow lines grid the snow, punctuated by orange abacus beads of pumpkins - now the crows own the field... ↗

— John Geddes

#field #furrow-lines #grid #nature #orange-abacus

What if our better nature wasn't better after all? But was instead, well, just nature? ↗

— Kevin Dutton

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...at dawn, the grains of sleep turn to floating black spots, then out of focus the world tilts, and the cat scratches at the door... ↗

— John Geddes

#dawn #nature #poetry #sleep #the-world

...across the snowy field the barn light gleams - it's the loneliness of November twilight... ↗

— John Geddes

#field #loneliness #nature #poetry-quotes #twilight

Shall we see the world as we sit, look around relax, look, look, look, disengage our intellects, perceive nature our common sense. ↗

— R.J.Askew

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If you walk five blocks north from the wholefoods in Berkeley along Telegraph Avenue and then turn right at Dwight way, you'll soon come to a trash-strewn patch of grass and trees dotted with the tattered camps of a few homeless people. ↗

— Michael Pollan

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Surely, then, mere style, or language, never was, as it never could, naturally, it never could, possibly be praised, by well-informed readers; by them, the poet's manner of expressing his ideas is admired, only as the vigorous, and splendid nature of those ideas give it a dignity, and lustre. A style deserves no commendation which is not impregnated with the spirit of genius; if it is not actuated, and burnished with that spirit, it must always be feeble, and lifeless, like its weak, and presumptuous authour. Infinitely various are the powers, and display of the human mind: sometimes a nervous, nay, a great writer, in his ardent intellectual progress, will be negligent of the style, or manner in which he expresses his thoughts; but still, aided by that ardour, even his negligent strokes will hit you; even in his roughness you will feel an interest. This is another proof, if another proof was wanting, that it is thought which gives a commanding character, and authority to style; and that style will attract, and fix, and gratify our attention; even when it is thrown out by a careless vigour. ↗

— Percival Stockdale

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We are beasts, you know, beasts risen from the savannas and jungles and forests. We have come down from the trees and up out of the water, but you can never, ever fully remove the feral nature from our psyches. ↗

— Yasmine Galenorn

#consciousness #human-nature #interconnection #nature

But in the divine nature Persons three, And in one person the divine and human. ↗

— Dante Alighieri

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Social hierarchy doesn’t hold a candle to the power of feeling isolated in your own skin. ↗

— Elyse Draper

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