Edmund Spenser Quotes

Nature moves towards balance.

Chaos is the first condition. Order is the first law. Continuity is the first reflection. Quietude is the first happiness.

But change must always be balanced with some degree of consistency.

If a tree dies, plant another in its place.

What is without periods of rest will not endure.

Even if one tree falls down it wouldn't affect the entire forest.

If we want everything to remain as it is, it will be necessary for everything to change.

Reform that you may preserve.

There is a tendency for things to right themselves.

Nature has a way of giving back. And we can never go against it.

I am drawn to the wild not because it is wild but because it is sensible, logical, ordered, stable, resilient. Wild nature is everything we're struggling to regain.

You can't chop down a symmetry

The earth doesn't have a housekeeper to do the dusting. And the dust that falls on it every day remains there. Everything that's come down to us from the past has been conserved by dust.

Unbalance so as to re-balance.

Nature does require her times of preservation.

Nature is a rag-merchant, who works up every shred and ort and end into new creations; like a good chemist, whom I found, the other day, in his laboratory, converting his old shirts into pure white sugar.

It's never a good idea to ask a man on a tight-rope how he keeps his balance: a) he would probably fall off and b) he probably doesn't know what the muscles are called in any case.

Nature is a tenacious recycler, every dung heap and fallen redwood tree a bustling community of saprophytes wresting life from the dead and discarded, as though intuitively aware that there is nothing new under the sun. Throughout the physical world, from the cosmic to the subatomic, the same refrain resounds. Conservation: it's not just a good idea, it's the law.

I don't want to fall. All I want to do is stand on solid ground.

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

The rain is falling all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. - Rain

There is something in us, as storytellers and as listeners to stories, that demands the redemptive act, that demands that what falls at least be offered the chance to be restored.

Rains driven by storms fall not perpetually on the land already sodden, neither do varying gales for ever disturb the Caspian sea.

My balance is really bad. I just hope my clumsiness doesn't show through.

I think everything in life is a balance.