#natur

Where got she her sullen mouth And where her swaying form? Would she live on eggs and apples When the blood of men is warm? (“The Young Witch”) ↗

— George Sterling

#horror #supernatural #witch #men

Disaster is a natural part of my evolution toward tragedy and dissolution. ↗

— Chuck Palahniuk

#dissolution #evolution #tragedy #nature

There are no uninteresting things, only uninterested people. ↗

— G.K. Chesterton

#human-nature #ignorance #nature

The fancies that take their monstrous birth from the spinelessness and boredom of usurped wealth bring in their wake every defect ... and though rich men's crimes escape the law, protected as they are by the cowardice of governments and people, Nature, more real than society, sets her anarchic example by abandoning the wretched time servers of Capital to the shame and madness of the worst aberrations. ↗

— Jean Lorrain

#cowardice #decadence #government #law #nature

there is no shortage of fault to be found amid our stars ↗

— John Green

#human-nature #john-green #stars #the-fault-in-our-stars #nature

It is in our nature to destroy what we create. (Dr. Paul Kramer) ↗

— Alex Scarrow

#destruction #nature

Directly overhead the Milky Way was as distinct as a highway across the sky. The constellations shown brilliantly, except the north, where they were blurred by the white sheets of the Aurora. Now shimmering like translucent curtains drawn over the windows of heaven, the northern lights suddenly streaked across a million miles of space to burst in silent explosions. Fountains of light, pale greens, reds, and yellows, showered the stars and geysered up to the center of the sky, where they pooled to form a multicolored sphere, a kind of mock sun that gave light but no heat, pulsing, flaring, and casting beams in all directions, horizon to horizon. Below, the wolves howled with midnight madness and the two young men stood in speechless awe. Even after the spectacle ended, the Aurora fading again to faint shimmer, they stood as silent and transfixed as the first human beings ever to behold the wonder of creation. Starkmann felt the diminishment that is not self-depreciation but humility; for what was he and what was Bonnie George? Flickers of consciousness imprisoned in lumps of dust; above them a sky ablaze with the Aurora, around them a wilderness where wolves sang savage arias to a frozen moon. ↗

— Philip Caputo

#nature #sacred #men

Nature seemed to me benign and good; I thought she loved me, outcast as I was; and I, who from man could anticipate only mistrust, rejection, insult, clung to her with filial fondness. To-night at least, I would be her guest-as I was her child; my mother would lodge me without money and without price. ↗

— Charlotte Brontë

#love

We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison. ↗

— J.B. Priestley

#psychology #sociology #nature

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. ↗

— Robert Frost

#nature #poem #nature