In the front yard lives the oldest thing around, a white oak
That I used to say is my love for the world,
That I now would just call love as it is.
Belonging to nobody, no metaphor, the very.
Mots clés love poetry nature spirituality
Nature is the ultimate technology; a technology we are still too immature, arrogant, possessive and careless to care for responsibly.
Bryant McGillMots clés nature technology irresponsible
Nature is the line; those who are under it, we call them as man; above it, we call them as God!
Mehmet Murat ildanMots clés nature
Nature is the supreme cradle of life, and must be protected and treated with the highest respect and care.
Bryant McGillMots clés nature creation philosophy-of-life
To submit isn’t to be forced. It’s to yield to a force greater than your own, in order to become part of the whole.
Dianna HardyMots clés power nature fate force submission wholeness yield submitting yielding submit
Tomorrow always has the potential for sunshine.
Kehinde SonolaMots clés life inspirational nature joy hope spirituality
As I looked about me I felt that the grass was the country, as the water is the sea. The red of the grass made all the great prairie the colour of winestains, or of certain seaweeds when they are first washed up. And there was so much motion in it; the whole country seemed, somehow, to be running.
Willa CatherMots clés nature grass prairie similies
After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.
Willa CatherMots clés nature metaphor spring wind prairie nature-s-beauty similies
By noon, in a gray February world, we had come down through snow flurries to land at Albany, and had taken off again. When the snow ended the sky was a luminous gray. I looked down at the winter calligraphy of upstate New York, white fields marked off by the black woodlots, an etching without color, superbly restful in contrast to the smoky, guttering, grinding stink of the airplane clattering across the sky like an old commuter bus.
John D. MacDonaldMots clés nature observational
To man has been given the grief, often, of seeing his gods overthrown and his altars crumbling; but to the wolf and the wild dog that have come in to crouch at man's feet, this grief has never come. Unlike man, whose gods are of the unseen and overguessed, vapors and mists of fancy eluding the garmenture of reality, wandering wraiths of desired goodness and power, intangible outcroppings of self into the realm of spirit - unlike man, the wolf and the wild dog that have come into their fire find the gods in the living flesh, solid to the touch, occupying earth-space and requiring time for the accomplishment of their ends and their existence. No effort of faith is necessary to believe in such a god; no effort of will can possibly induce disbelief in such a god. There is no getting away from it. There it stands, on its two hindlegs, club in hand, immensely potential, passionate and wrathful and loving, god and mystery and power all wrapped up and around by flesh that bleeds when it is torn and that is good to eat like any flesh.
Jack LondonMots clés power man nature god religion evidence
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