Earth
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Sooner or later, we will have to recognise that the Earth has rights, too, to live without pollution. What mankind must know is that human beings cannot live without Mother Earth, but the planet can live without humans.
Thank God men cannot fly, and lay waste the sky as well as the earth.
The Earth does not belong to us: we belong to the Earth.
All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.
Even with all our technology and the inventions that make modern life so much easier than it once was, it takes just one big natural disaster to wipe all that away and remind us that, here on Earth, we're still at the mercy of nature.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
My soul can find no staircase to Heaven unless it be through Earth's loveliness.
A mountain is composed of tiny grains of earth. The ocean is made up of tiny drops of water. Even so, life is but an endless series of little details, actions, speeches, and thoughts. And the consequences whether good or bad of even the least of them are far-reaching.
There will be days when you feel defeated, exhausted, and plain old beat-up by life's whiplash. People you love will disappoint you — and you will disappoint them. You'll probably struggle with some kind of mortal appetite. Some days it will feel as though the veil between Heaven and Earth is made of reinforced concrete.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.
It's easy for people in an air-conditioned room to continue with the policies of destruction of Mother Earth. We need instead to put ourselves in the shoes of families in Bolivia and worldwide that lack water and food and suffer misery and hunger.
We people of the Earth exist because our potential was there in the Big Bang, 13.7 billion years ago, as the universe exploded into being.
The easiest thing to find on God's green earth is someone to tell you all the things you cannot do.
Travel in all the four quarters of the earth, yet you will find nothing anywhere. Whatever there is, is only here.
To me, I think people who don't think it's a big deal to toss a plastic bottle in the garbage are not only being irresponsible, but I think they're being disrespectful of all the other humans on earth.
Our time on Earth is so random.
Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
Every time a meteor comes close to the earth, we all think about the end of the world — but our internal soundtrack doesn't turn off. We're also thinking about pizza or passing a slow tractor or making a turn, and for a magical instant, our lives seem to be in conversation with the stars.