So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
Clarice LispectorRead
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers.
Interpretation
This quote reflects the duality of beauty and destruction in nature and life.
Clarice Lispector's quote captures the contrast between the delicate beauty of nature, symbolized by the 'little bird' and 'butterflies', and the destructive actions we sometimes take. The 'mad song' of the bird indicates a chaotic or overwhelming beauty, while the act of 'crushing butterflies' represents a disregard for that beauty, highlighting the complexity of human emotion and experience towards nature.
In practice
This quote can be used in a nature appreciation speech to illustrate the fragility of beauty.
So long as I have questions to which there are no answers, I shall go on writing.
A horse is freedom so indominable that it becomes useless to imprison it to serve man: it lets itself be domesticated, but with a simple, rebellious toss of the head-shaking its mane like an abundance of free-flowing hair-it shows that its inner nature is always wild, translucent and free.
The mystery of human destiny is that we are fated, but that we have the freedom to fulfill or not fulfill our fate: realization of our fated destiny depends on us. While inhuman beings like the cockroach realize the entire cycle without going astray because they make no choices.
Love is now, is always. All that is missing is the coup de grΓ’ce- which is called passion.
I work only with lost and founds.
Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam" | "She believed in angels, and, because she believed, they existed
Our planetary system is affected by a magnitude of force as powerful as any naturally occurring global catastrophe, but one caused solely by a single species: us.
From the grasses in the field to the stars in the sky, each one is doing just that; and there is such profound peace and surpassing beauty in nature because none of these tries forcibly to transgress its limitations.
Anyone who has chanced like me to roam through desolate mountains and studied at length their fantastic shapes and drunk the invigorating air of their valleys can understand why I wish to describe and depict these magic scenes for others.
Look at the stars! Look, look up at the skies! Oh look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air! The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Climate change respects no borders.
The simple fact is that the world is not paying for the services the forests provide. At the moment, they are worth more dead than alive-for soya, for beef, for palm oil and for logging, feeding the demand from other countries. ... I think we need to be clear that the drivers of rainforest destruction do not originate in the rainforest nations, but in the more developed countries which, unwittingly or not, have caused climate change.
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