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ABOUT ENVIRONMENTAL QUOTESAll is connected... no one thing can change by itself.
Unfortunately, there are people who still believe that the environmental issues are a hoax. Fortunately, there are some other people whose consciousness makes them act for better future. Some of them have said very inspirational Environmental Quotes, providing a wind at the back for anyone who wants to help the EARTH.
Quotes About Environment
“Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's needs, but not every man's greed.”
“What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.”
“What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.”
―
Mahatma Gandhi
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
― John Keats
“Oh Beautiful for smoggy skies, insecticided grain, For strip-mined mountain's majesty above the asphalt plain.
America, America, man sheds his waste on thee,
And hides the pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea.”
America, America, man sheds his waste on thee,
And hides the pines with billboard signs, from sea to oily sea.”
“The poetry of the earth is never dead.”
― John Keats
“Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You
could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of
their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your
hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were
vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps
and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right
again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man
and they hummed of mystery.”
“We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are
earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be
mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild,
unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have
enough of nature.”
“Landscapes of great wonder and beauty lie under our feet and all
around us. They are discovered in tunnels in the ground, the heart of
flowers, the hollows of trees, fresh-water ponds, seaweed jungles
between tides, and even drops of water. Life in these hidden worlds is
more startling in reality than anything we can imagine. How could this
earth of ours, which is only a speck in the heavens, have so much
variety of life, so many curious and exciting creatures?”
“You think man can destroy the planet? What intoxicating vanity.
Let me tell you about our planet. Earth is
four-and-a-half-billion-years-old. There's been life on it for nearly
that long, 3.8 billion years. Bacteria first; later the first
multicellular life, then the first complex creatures in the sea, on the
land. Then finally the great sweeping ages of animals, the amphibians,
the dinosaurs, at last the mammals, each one enduring millions on
millions of years, great dynasties of creatures rising, flourishing,
dying away -- all this against a background of continuous and violent
upheaval. Mountain ranges thrust up, eroded away, cometary impacts,
volcano eruptions, oceans rising and falling, whole continents moving,
an endless, constant, violent change, colliding, buckling to make
mountains over millions of years. Earth has survived everything in its
time. It will certainly survive us. If all the nuclear weapons in the
world went off at once and all the plants, all the animals died and the
earth was sizzling hot for a hundred thousand years, life would survive,
somewhere: under the soil, frozen in Arctic ice. Sooner or later, when
the planet was no longer inhospitable, life would spread again. The
evolutionary process would begin again. It might take a few billion
years for life to regain its present variety. Of course, it would be
very different from what it is now, but the earth would survive our
folly, only we would not. If the ozone layer gets thinner, ultraviolet
radiation sears the earth, so what? Ultraviolet radiation is good for
life. It's powerful energy. It promotes mutation, change. Many forms of
life will thrive with more UV radiation. Many others will die out. Do
you think this is the first time that's happened? Think about oxygen.
Necessary for life now, but oxygen is actually a metabolic poison, a
corrosive glass, like fluorine. When oxygen was first produced as a
waste product by certain plant cells some three billion years ago, it
created a crisis for all other life on earth. Those plants were
polluting the environment, exhaling a lethal gas. Earth eventually had
an atmosphere incompatible with life. Nevertheless, life on earth took
care of itself. In the thinking of the human being a hundred years is a
long time. A hundred years ago we didn't have cars, airplanes, computers
or vaccines. It was a whole different world, but to the earth, a
hundred years is nothing. A million years is nothing. This planet lives
and breathes on a much vaster scale. We can't imagine its slow and
powerful rhythms, and we haven't got the humility to try. We've been
residents here for the blink of an eye. If we're gone tomorrow, the
earth will not miss us.”
“All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics,
coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my
hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.”
“If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees. ”
“Here is your country. Cherish these natural wonders, cherish the
natural resources, cherish the history and romance as a sacred heritage,
for your children and your children's children. Do not let selfish men
or greedy interests skin your country of its beauty, its riches or its
romance.”
“Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the
remaining wilderness be destroyed ... We simply need that wild country
available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and
look in.”
“What's the use of a fine house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?”
“To waste, to destroy our natural resources, to skin and exhaust
the land instead of using it so as to increase its usefulness, will
result in undermining in the days of our children the very prosperity
which we ought by right to hand down to them amplified and developed.”
“Why worry about minor little details like clean air, clean water,
safe ports and the safety net when Jesus is going to give the world an
"Extreme Makeover: Planet Edition" right after he finishes putting Satan
in his place once and for all?”
“To me, a witch is a woman that is capable of letting her
intuition take hold of her actions, that communes with her environment,
that isn't afraid of facing challenges.”
“The earth will not continue to offer its harvest, except with
faithful stewardship. We cannot say we love the land and then take steps
to destroy it for use by future generations.”
“A nation that destroys its soils destroys itself. Forests are the
lungs of our land, purifying the air and giving fresh strength to our
people. ”
“We are such spendthrifts with our lives, the trick of living is
to slip on and off the planet with the least fuss you can muster. I’m
not running for sainthood. I just happen to think that in life we need
to be a little like the farmer, who puts back into the soil what he
takes out.”
“Were we to confront our creaturehood squarely, how would we
propose to educate? The answer, I think is implied in the root of the
word education, educe, which means "to draw out." What needs to be drawn
out is our affinity for life. That affinity needs opportunities to grow
and flourish, it needs to be validated, it needs to be instructed and
disciplined, and it needs to be harnessed to the goal of building humane
and sustainable societies. Education that builds on our affinity for
life would lead to a kind of awakening of possibilities and potentials
that lie dormant and unused in the industrial-utilitarian mind.
Therefore the task of education, as Dave Forman stated, is to help us
'open our souls to love this glorious, luxuriant, animated, planet.' The
good news is that our own nature will help us in the process if we let
it.”
“[Jellyfish] are 97% water or something, so how much are they
doing? Just give them another 3% and make them water. It's more useful.”
“Nature shrinks as capital grows. The growth of the market cannot solve the very crisis it creates.”
“We're in a giant car heading towards a brick wall and everyones arguing over where they're going to sit”
“If the bee disappeared off the face of the earth, man would only have four years left to live.”
“My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human
species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing
left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we
did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world
first.”
“No settled family or community has ever called its home place an
“environment.” None has ever called its feeling for its home place
“biocentric” or “anthropocentric.” None has ever thought of its
connection to its home place as “ecological,” deep or shallow. The
concepts and insights of the ecologists are of great usefulness in our
predicament, and we can hardly escape the need to speak of “ecology” and
“ecosystems.” But the terms themselves are culturally sterile. They
come from the juiceless, abstract intellectuality of the universities
which was invented to disconnect, displace, and disembody the mind. The
real names of the environment are the names of rivers and river valleys;
creeks, ridges, and mountains; towns and cities; lakes, woodlands,
lanes roads, creatures, and people.
And the real name of our connection to this everywhere different and differently named earth is “work.” We are connected by work even to the places where we don’t work, for all places are connected; it is clear by now that we cannot exempt one place from our ruin of another. The name of our proper connection to the earth is “good work,” for good work involves much giving of honor. It honors the source of its materials; it honors the place where it is done; it honors the art by which it is done; it honors the thing that it makes and the user of the made thing. Good work is always modestly scaled, for it cannot ignore either the nature of individual places or the differences between places, and it always involves a sort of religious humility, for not everything is known. Good work can be defined only in particularity, for it must be defined a little differently for every one of the places and every one of the workers on the earth.
The name of our present society’s connection to the earth is “bad work” – work that is only generally and crudely defined, that enacts a dependence that is ill understood, that enacts no affection and gives no honor. Every one of us is to some extent guilty of this bad work. This guilt does not mean that we must indulge in a lot of breast-beating and confession; it means only that there is much good work to be done by every one of us and that we must begin to do it.”
And the real name of our connection to this everywhere different and differently named earth is “work.” We are connected by work even to the places where we don’t work, for all places are connected; it is clear by now that we cannot exempt one place from our ruin of another. The name of our proper connection to the earth is “good work,” for good work involves much giving of honor. It honors the source of its materials; it honors the place where it is done; it honors the art by which it is done; it honors the thing that it makes and the user of the made thing. Good work is always modestly scaled, for it cannot ignore either the nature of individual places or the differences between places, and it always involves a sort of religious humility, for not everything is known. Good work can be defined only in particularity, for it must be defined a little differently for every one of the places and every one of the workers on the earth.
The name of our present society’s connection to the earth is “bad work” – work that is only generally and crudely defined, that enacts a dependence that is ill understood, that enacts no affection and gives no honor. Every one of us is to some extent guilty of this bad work. This guilt does not mean that we must indulge in a lot of breast-beating and confession; it means only that there is much good work to be done by every one of us and that we must begin to do it.”
