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Nature Quotes
"Get out of doors, Strange. Breathe air, see things. A man should have squint lines from looking at the horizon, not just from reading in dim light."
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"In most gardens they make the beds too soft " so that the flowers are always asleep."
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"Consciousness of the world itself is nature. And when you destroy nature you block off consciousness from the world."
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"The soil, it appears, is suited to the seed, for it has sent its radicle downward, and it may now send its shoot upward also with confidence. Why has man rooted himself thus firmly in the earth, but that he may rise in the same proportion into the heavens above?"
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"Tess was awake before dawn - at the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day, the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken."
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"It's been a long time since humans were prey animals. A hundred thousand years or so. But buried deep in our genes the memory remains: the awareness of the gazelle, the instinct of the antelope. The wind whispers through the grass. A shadow flits between the trees. And up speaks the little voice that goes. Shhhh, it's close now. Close."
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"Every leaf before it falls must think itself immortal."
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"There is an instinctive withdrawal for the sake of preservation, a closure that assumes the order of completion. Winter is a season unto itself."
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"Night never needs a shade but it requires to fade into the grin of twinkling stars where light is just a glint of scars."
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"Life is always more beautiful and worth living when you are capable of enjoying the beauty of nature."
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"Dawn and dusk are mutual friends of the sun, one opens the door for him to a brand new day and the other one has to shut it to embrace the darkness of night."
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"Seek and see beauty in the watery world."
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"The unwelcome November rain had perversely stolen the day's last hour and pawned it with that ancient fence, the night."
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"The light was as intense as a love affair. I was blinded, delighted, not just because it was warm and wonderful, but because nature measures nothing. Nobody needs this much sunlight. Nobody needs droughts, volcanoes, monsoons, tornadoes either, but we get them, because our world is as extravagant as a world can be. We are the ones obsessed by measurement. The world just pours it out."
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"When its errands are noble and adequate, a steamboat bridging the Atlantic between Old and New England, and arriving at its ports with the punctuality of a planet, is a step of man into harmony with nature. The boat at St. Petersburgh, which plies along the Lena by magnetism, needs little to make it sublime. When science is learned in love, and its powers are wielded by love, they will appear the supplements and continuations of the material creation."
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"Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky."
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"When rain comes finally, washing away a low sky of muddy ocher, we who could not control the phenomenon are pressed into relief. The near-occult feeling: The face of being witness to the end of the world gives way to tangible things. Even if the succeeding sensations are not common, they are at least not mysterious."
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"Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter."
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"Our ideas must be as broad as Nature if they are to interpret Nature."
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"If we could establish a deep abiding relationship with nature, we would never kill an animal for our appetite; we would never harm, vivisect, a monkey, a dog, a guinea pig for our benefit. We would find other ways to heal our wounds, heal our bodies."
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"Dark night knows what full moon requires When all your love my heart acquiresCelestial bodies no more faded Life makes sound, silence invaded."
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"Not gray, exactly. Right before the sun rises there's a moment when the whole sky goes this pale nothing color-not really gray but sort of, or sort of white, and I've always really liked it because it reminds me of waiting for something good to happen."
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"The trees and shrubs rear white arms to the sky on every side; and where were walls and fences, we see forms stretching in frolic gambols across the dusky landscape, as if Nature had strewn her fresh designs over the fields by night as models for man's art."
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"Watch an Ant, Watch the bees, feel wind move the leaves. Touch your smile above your chin from the glorious world we all live in."
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"Here I came to the very edge where nothing at all needs saying, everything is absorbed through weather and the sea, and the moon swam back, its rays all silvered, and time and again the darkness would be broken by the crash of a wave, and every day on the balcony of the sea, wings open, fire is born, and everything is blue again like morning."
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"In lands I never saw, they say, Immortal Alps look down,Whose bonnets touch the firmament,Whose sandals touch the town, -Meek at whose everlasting feetA myriad daisies play.Which, sir, are you, and which am I.Upon an August day?"
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"Allow the light to fall across you. Shadow or sunlight. Allow it to define your shape. In its way. Another day it may be different. It surely will be. Are we ever the same? Is the light? And the way a form presses into the grass?"
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"Reversing the historical trajectory of human eating, for this meal the forest would be feeding us again."
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Meltwater (from the book Blue Bridge)
Up here,
a face
loses its lines.
I look to see
the colour of your eyes—
they have turned
to water.
I lean forward
to catch
the scent of your hair.
"All I smell is heather."
I touch your hand
and all I feel is earth and stones.
There is nothing left
but the hillside’s breast.
Your flesh and bones
have vanished.
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"Moonlight disappears down the hillsmountains vanish into fogand i vanish into poetry."
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"In the summer heat the reapers say, "We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair."
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"No one thinks of Winter when the grass is green."
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"Religion. A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable."
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"That competition and the struggle for existence is the mechanism behind this state of perpetual change."
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"He was following the Earth through its days, drifting with the rhythms of its myriad pulses, seeping through the webs of its life, swelling with its tides, turning with its weight."
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