#nature

Here and there one sees the blush of wild rose haws or the warmth of orange fruit on the bittersweet, and back in the woods is the occasional twinkle of partridgeberries. But they are the gem stones, the rare decorations which make the grays, the browns and the greens seem even more quiet, more completely at rest. ↗

— Hal Borland

#nature

Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world, space is by far the less mysterious. . . . Space is, after all, solid, monolithic. . . . Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would say even against human nature. ↗

— Stanisław Lem

#time #nature

These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar. ↗

— John Muir

#greed #nature #nature

In peace, children inter their parents; war violates the order of nature and causes parents to inter their children. ↗

— Herodotus

#parents #peace #war #nature

He’s a pagan! I’m an artist! We’re naturally sympathetic! ↗

— Sidney Howard

#creativity #pagan #nature

Nihil humanum a me alienum puto, said the Roman poet Terence: 'Nothing human is alien to me.' The slogan of the old Immigration and Naturalization Service could have been the reverse: To us, no aliens are human. ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#naturalisation #united-states #nature

Unfortunately for the good sense of mankind, the fact of their fallibility is far from carrying the weight in their practical judgement, which is always allowed to it in theory; for while every one well knows himself to be fallible, few think it necessary to take any precautions against their own fallibility. ↗

— John Stuart Mill

#philosophy #nature

Reclaiming the sacred in our lives naturally brings us close once more to the wellsprings of poetry. ↗

— Robert Bly

#sacred #nature

The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature. ↗

— H.G. Wells

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Sophia and Grandmother sat down by the shore to discuss the matter further. It was a pretty day, and the sea was running a long, windless swell. It was on days just like this--dog days--that boats went sailing off all by themselves. Large, alien objects made their way in from sea, certain things sank and others rose, milk soured, and dragonflies danced in desperation. Lizards were not afraid. When the moon came up, red spiders mated on uninhabited skerries, where the rock became an unbroken carpet of tiny, ecstatic spiders. ↗

— Tove Jansson

#nature #summer #nature