Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
George SandRead
Butterflies are but flowers that blew away one sunny day when Nature was feeling at her most inventive and fertile.
Interpretation
The quote suggests that butterflies are the natural evolution of flowers, created by nature's creativity.
In this poetic analogy, George Sand expresses the idea that butterflies, with their vivid colors and delicate forms, can be seen as transformed flowers that have taken to the sky. This connection highlights the beauty of nature's creativity, where one form of life gracefully evolves into another, showcasing the interplay and continuation of life in different manifestations.
In practice
This quote could be used in a speech about the beauty of nature's transformations.
Guard well within yourself that treasure, kindness. Know how to give without hesitation, how to lose without regret, how to acquire without meanness.
Humanity is outraged in me and with me. We must not dissimulate nor try to forget this indignation, which is one of the most passionate forms of love.
Young love needs dangers and barriers to nourish it.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
Some say that cats are devils, but they behave badly only when they are alone. When they are among us cats are angels.
One is happy as a result of one's own efforts, once one knows of the necessary ingredients of happiness-simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self-denial to a point, love of work, and, above all, a clear conscience. Happiness is no vague dream, of that I now feel certain.
We need to save the Arctic not because of the polar bears, and not because it is the most beautiful place in the world, but because our very survival depends upon it.
Trees are poems the earth writes upon the sky, We fell them down and turn them into paper, That we may record our emptiness.
Are we to regard the world of nature simply as a storehouse to be robbed for the immediate benefit of man? ... Does man have any responsibility for the preservation of a decent balance in nature, for the preservation of rare species, or even for the indefinite continuance of his race?
We have an economy that tells us it is cheaper to destroy earth in real time rather than renew, restore, and sustain it. You can print money to bail out a bank but you can't print life to bail out a planet.
A flower's fragrance declares to all the world that it is fertile, available, and desirable, its sex organs oozing with nectar. Its smell reminds us in vestigial ways of fertility, vigor, life-force, all the optimism, expectancy, and passionate bloom of youth. We inhale its ardent aroma and, no matter what our ages, we feel young and nubile in a world aflame with desire.
There is no closed figure in nature. Every shape participates with another. No one thing is independent of another, and one thing rhymes with another, and light gives them shape.
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