#nature

Why was I holding on to something that would never be mine? But isn't that what people do? ↗

— Bret Easton Ellis

#holding-on #human-nature #nature

I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia ↗

— Ptolemy

#mortality #night-sky #sky #stars #nature

I have a nervous lips tick, so naturally I try to cover it up with lipstick.
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— Jarod Kintz

#lips #lipstick #nervous #tick #nature

To know a thing well, know it's limits; Only when pushed beyond it's tolerance will it's true nature be seen. -The Amtal Rule ↗

— Frank Herbert

#nature

To see ten thousand animals untamed and not branded with the symbols of human commerce is like scaling an unconquered mountain for the first time, or like finding a forest without roads or footpaths, or the blemish of an axe. You know then what you had always been told -- that the world once lived and grew without adding machines and newsprint and brick-walled streets and the tyranny of clocks. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#civilization #nature #wild-herds #nature

Thoughts will lead you in circles. Silence will bring you back to your centre. ↗

— Rasheed Ogunlaru

#centre #contentment #nature #peace #peace-of-mind

Why did you look at the sunset?' Philip answered with his mouth full: Because I was happy. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

#nature #nature

Procrastination is opportunity's natural assassin. ↗

— Victor Kiam

#writing #nature

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man! ↗

— William Shakespeare

#storm-scene #nature

A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east. ↗

— John Steinbeck

#sunset #nature