#nature

I know whom we must fight...it is the Church. For all its history, it's tried to suppress and control every natural impulse.That is what the Church does, and every church is the same: control, destroy, obliterate every good feeling. ↗

— Philip Pullman

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I'm fine with Nature's way, as long as Nature keeps it out of *my* way. ↗

— Rachel Caine

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It is natural for the immature to harm others. Getting angry with them is like resenting a fire for burning. ↗

— Shantideva

#emotional #nature

Truly amazing, what people can get used to, as long as there are a few compensations. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

#human-nature #psychology #social-commentary #nature

He'd surely been spawned by some cataclysmic event of nature, not born. ↗

— Karen Marie Moning

#mac #nature

But I don’t think I’ve ever known such a natural at Potions!” said Slughorn. “Instinctive, you know — like his mother! I’ve only ever taught a few with this kind of ability, I can tell you that, Sybill — why even Severus —” And to Harry’s horror, Slughorn threw out an arm and seemed to scoop Snape out of thin air toward them. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#potions #severus-snape #slughorn #nature

Bjarne Møller, my former boss, says people like me always choose the line of most resistance. It's in what he calls our 'accursed nature'. That's why we always end up on our own. I don't know. I like being alone. Perhaps I have grown to like my self-image of being a loner, too....I think you have to find something about yourself that you like in order to survive. Some people say being alone is unsociable and selfish. But you're independent and you don't drag others down with you, if that's the way you're heading. Many people are afraid of being alone. But it made me feel strong, free and invulnerable. ↗

— Jo Nesbø

#loner #self-image #nature

Nature is to zoos as God is to churches. ↗

— Margaret Atwood

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Man's nature, so to speak, is a perpetual factory of idols. ↗

— John Calvin

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On the blue summer evenings, I will go along the paths, And walk over the short grass, as I am pricked by the wheat: Daydreaming I will feel the coolness on my feet. I will let the wind bathe my bare head. I will not speak, I will have no thoughts: But infinite love will mount in my soul; And I will go far, far off, like a gypsy, through the countryside - as happy as if I were a woman. "Sensation ↗

— Arthur Rimbaud

#nature #love