Rachel Carson Quotes

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

In nature, nothing exists alone.

Conservation is a cause that has no end. There is no point at which we will say our work is finished.

The ‘control of nature’ is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and the convenience of not being able to comprehend that we have changed.

We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road — the one ‘less traveled by’ – offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of our earth.

It is not half so important to know as to feel when introducing a young child to the natural world.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, ‘What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?’

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know the sense of wonder and humility.

Man’s attitude toward nature is today critically important simply because we have now acquired a fateful power to alter and destroy nature.

We kill the birds, we destroy the sweetness of life.

The ‘control of nature’ is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and the convenience of not being able to comprehend that we have changed.

We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road — the one ‘less traveled by’ – offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of our earth.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

I can only think that we are now deliberately trying to destroy diversity, as if we were afraid that it was a threat to our own existence.

It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose, should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

The ‘control of nature’ is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and the convenience of not being able to comprehend that we have changed.

We stand now where two roads diverge. But unlike the roads in Robert Frost’s familiar poem, they are not equally fair. The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster. The other fork of the road — the one ‘less traveled by’ – offers our last, our only chance to reach a destination that assures the preservation of our earth.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.

I can only think that we are now deliberately trying to destroy diversity, as if we were afraid that it was a threat to our own existence.

It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose, should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life.

We take the first step toward solving our environmental problems when we understand the extent and gravity of the situation.

The real wealth of the Nation lies in the resources of the earth — soil, water, forests, minerals, and wildlife.

The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed but at its end lies disaster.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.

In the end, it is our defining characteristics as a culture, the ways in which we have chosen to live on Earth, that will define our fate.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life.

It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose, should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life.

The ‘control of nature’ is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and the convenience of not being able to comprehend that we have changed.

One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, ‘What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew I would never see it again?’

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.

If future generations are to remember us with gratitude rather than contempt, we must leave them more than the miracles of technology. We must leave them a glimpse of the world as it was in the beginning.

In nature, nothing exists alone.

Conservation is a cause that has no end. There is no point at which we will say our work is finished.

The real wealth of the Nation lies in the resources of the earth — soil, water, forests, minerals, and wildlife.

The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed but at its end lies disaster.

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.