For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
Geoffrey ChaucerRead
For in their hearts doth Nature stir them so Then people long on pilgrimage to go And palmers to be seeking foreign strands To distant shrines renowned in sundry lands.
Interpretation
Nature inspires a deep longing in people to seek out new experiences and journeys.
This quote by Geoffrey Chaucer suggests that there is an inherent drive within humans, ignited by nature, that compels them to embark on journeys, particularly to seek out sacred or revered places far and wide. It reflects the universal human desire to explore, travel, and connect with different cultures and landscapes, driven by an inner quest for meaning or spiritual fulfillment.
In practice
Use this quote in a travel blog to emphasize the importance of nature in inspiring journeys.
For tyme ylost may nought recovered be.
If gold rusts, what then can iron do?
Thus with hir fader for a certeyn space_x000D_ _x000D_ Dwelleth this flour of wyfly pacience,_x000D_ _x000D_ That neither by hir wordes ne hir face_x000D_ _x000D_ Biforn the folk, ne eek in her absence,_x000D_ _x000D_ Ne shewed she that hir was doon offence.
Ther nis no werkman, whatsoevere he be, That may bothe werke wel and hastily.
For oute of olde feldys, as men sey,_x000D_ _x000D_ Comyth al this newe corn from yer to yere;_x000D_ _x000D_ And out of olde bokis, in good fey,_x000D_ _x000D_ Comyth al this newe science that men lere.
But Christ's lore and his apostles twelve,_x000D_ He taught and first he followed it himself.
I came to love my rows, my beans, though so many more than I wanted. They attached me to the earth, and so I got strength like Antaeus.
I just think that gardening is about the future, a slow thing, that is deep and spiritual as well as spiritually rewarding.
Four hundred year old trees, who draw aliveness from the earth like smoke from the heart of God, we come, not knowing you will hush our little want to be big; we come, not knowing that all the work is so much busyness of mind; all the worry, so much busyness of heart. As the sun warms anything near, being warms everything still and the great still things that outlast us make us crack like leaves of laurel releasing a fragrance that has always been.
I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.
Peering down into the water where the morning sun fashioned wheels of light, coronets fanwise in which lay trapped each twig, each grain of sediment, long flakes and blades of light in the dusty water sliding away like optic strobes where motes sifted and spun.
Nature's not our enemy, it's our sustenance; and we need it - and we need nature healthy for us to be healthy and to survive long term
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