Å·±¦ÓéÀÖ

“Other people teach us who we are. Their attitudes to us are the mirror in which we learn to see ourselves, but the mirror is distorted. We are, perhaps, rather dimly aware of the immense power of our social enviornment.”
― Alan Wilson Watts, The Book: On the Taboo Against Knowing Who You Are

“The earth is hiring and the pay is your legacy.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, inciting at once to work and rest! Days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. Nevermore, however weary, should one faint by the way who gains the blessings of one mountain day; whatever his fate, long life, short life, stormy or calm, he is rich forever.”
― John Muir, My First Summer in the Sierra

“The most important legacy you will ever leave is your vision planted in the minds of your disciples and a passion as strong as a storm in their hearts.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“During its nearly one hundred years of existence, [the Forest Service] has consistently demonstrated a preference for exploitation over recreation.”
― Don Scheese

“In the beginning God made the seas, the mountains, the heavens, and buffalo knees. He made lilies, and dew drops, and snail shells, and roses, and dippers, and yappers, and snappers, and noses.”
― Lois Greiman, Buffalo Knees

“It is a fact that a fountain erupts from a rock, but a favorable environment is essential for the rock to erupts.”
― Imran Anjum

“We destroyed their habitat. And now, we must rebuild it. We can".”
― Arjun Anand, Hamir: The Fallen Prince of Ranthambore

“It's stunning how, under the weight of ecological collapse, a hundred years of culture can be gutted overnight. The metronome of our music and poetry isn't the ocean, it's fish. With cod gone meaning was swept away, dignity soon replaced with anger.”
― Bren Smith, Eat Like a Fish: My Adventures as a Fisherman Turned Restorative Ocean Farmer

“Mother's latitude loosens,
she shakes out her hair,
gets down to the business
of repair�

of tidying up the mess
we've left in her living room.”
― Jenny Noble Anderson, But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings