Animal life, sombre mystery. All nature protests against the barbarity of man, who misapprehends, who humiliates, who tortures his inferior brethren.
Jules MicheletRead
How beautifully everything is arranged by Nature; as soon as a child enters the world, it finds a mother ready to take care of it.
Interpretation
Nature provides everything necessary for a child's survival, including a caring mother.
This quote by Jules Michelet highlights the inherent beauty and order found in nature, emphasizing how it has arranged for a child's needs to be met from the moment of birth. The immediate presence of a nurturing mother symbolizes the instinctive compassion and support that surrounds new life, showcasing the connection between humanity and the natural world.
In practice
In a speech about maternal health, one might use this quote to emphasize the importance of support systems for new mothers.
Animal life, sombre mystery. All nature protests against the barbarity of man, who misapprehends, who humiliates, who tortures his inferior brethren.
Coffee, the sober drink, the mighty nourishment of the brain, which unlike other spirits, heightens purity and lucidity; coffee, which clears the clouds of the imagination and their gloomy weight; which illuminates the reality of things suddenly with the flush of truth.
The historian's first duties are sacrilege and the mocking of false gods. They are his indispensable instruments for establishing the truth.
The hole in the ozone layer is a kind of skywriting. At first it seemed to spell out our continuing complacency before a witch's brew of deadly perils. But perhaps it really tells of a newfound talent to work together to protect the global environment.
But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again.
There is another sort of day which needs celebrating in song -- the day of days when spring at last holds up her face to be kissed, deliberate and unabashed. On that day no wind blows either in the hills or in the mind.
Our destruction of nature is not just bad stewardship, or stupid economics, or a betrayal of family responsibility; it is the most horrid blasphemy. It is flinging God's gifts into His face, as if they were of no worth beyond that assigned to them by our destruction of them.
I don't know what you could say about a day in which you have seen four beautiful sunsets.
And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters
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