Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Interpretation
We cannot see the wind itself, but we can observe its effects on nature.
This quote by Christina Rossetti captures the idea that some things in life are invisible yet profoundly impactful. Just as we cannot see the wind, we may not always be able to perceive emotions, thoughts, or forces at work, but their presence is often evident through the effects they produce, such as the trees bending in response to the wind.
In practice
This quote could be shared in a nature documentary to emphasize the unseen forces at work in the environment.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet: And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply I may forget.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
To her whose heart is my heart's quiet home,_x000D_ _x000D_ To my first Love, my Mother, on whose knee_x000D_ _x000D_ I learnt love-lore that is not troublesome.
Yet come to me in dreams, that I may live My very life again though cold in death; Come back to me in dreams, that I may give Pulse for pulse, breath for breath: Speak low, lean low, As long ago, my love, how long ago
Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.
I lock my door upon myself, And bar them out; but who shall wall Self from myself, most loathed of all?
I think part of the appeal of Antarctica is experiencing some sort of power, the forces of the natural world.
Gardening is not a rational act.
The whole secret of the study of nature lies in learning how to use one's eyes.
We have not the reverent feeling for the rainbow that the savage has, because we know how it is made. We have lost as much as we gained by prying into that matter.
Is the minor convenience of allowing the present generation the luxury of doubling its energy consumption every 10 years worth the major hazard of exposing the next 20,000 generations to this lethal waste?
We develop our beautiful planet in such a way that we brush aside the species... we risk creating a wasteland, where our aspirations will ultimately wither and die
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