Quotes About Savanna

#1. I'm convinced that the catastrophes of the next two decades will be so vast as to bring about a world where life, if it survives, will be far simpler - and the technologies, too. Then we will have come full circle to something like life on the savanna.

Kirkpatrick Sale

#2. In 1990, my wife and I were married in her village in southwestern Uganda. The festivities went on for three days, and all the while a couple of dozen gray-crowned cranes, with regal bonnets of sun-shot yellow feathers, were pecking and padding around in the adjacent savanna.

Alex Shoumatoff

#3. The eastern savanna shifted from charcoal to deep purple; to the west a feverish orange moon sank into the Kiambu Hills.

Mike Bond

#4. Since Serengeti-scale savanna scenes are only one or two million years old, our earliest after-the-apes ancestors didn't move into this scene so much as they evolved with it, as the slower climate changes and uplift produced more grass and less forest.

William H. Calvin

#5. We see evidence that lakes and forests and wetlands can have different equilibria - so you have a savanna system that may be stable and thriving, but it can also tip over and become an arid steppe if pushed too far by warming, land degradation, and biodiversity loss.

Johan Rockstrom

#6. I do think that procrastination evolved in humans for good reasons. If you're trying to stay alive as a human being on the savanna 20,000 years ago, worrying about what's right behind that bush is a lot more important than worrying about what might happen three weeks from now.

James Surowiecki

#7. I had never planned to become a savanna baboon when I grew up; instead, I had always assumed I would become a mountain gorilla.

Robert M. Sapolsky

#8. The Internet is part of this ongoing, species-long project we've been working on since we climbed down out of the trees in the savanna. We've been working on it without really knowing it.

William Gibson

#9. I think that were beginning to remember that the first poets didn't come out of a classroom, that poetry began when somebody walked off of a savanna or out of a cave and looked up at the sky with wonder and said, "Ahhh." That was the first poem.

Lucille Clifton

#10. But there are thoughts we think in the forward part of our brains, and then there are those whose origins are much deeper, in the animal part, the part that remembers the terrors of the open savanna at night, the oldest part that was there before the primordial voice that spoke the words I AM.

Rick Yancey

#11. Dawn raced like fire across the savanna.

Mike Bond

#12. I have spent hours and hours watching elephants, and to come to understand what emotional creatures they are...it's not just a species facing extinction, it's massive individual suffering.

Mike Bond

#13. For most of my adult life, I dreaded the day I woke up and saw my mother in the mirror. It never happened. But, I had grown into my father. I shouldn't have been surprised. Everyone always said I was the son he never had.

Jane Leavy

#14. Inside her head or out in the desert was the same, and the air inside her throat was very dry to keep from crying and her neck sore from forcing herself not to look down, not to look back.

Mike Bond

#15. Water was how the desert would bring everyone together. The antelope's daily prayer, weighing the mortal need of water with the mortal danger of obtaining it.

Mike Bond

#16. A camel brayed columns from the rondavels; new sunlight struck the savage earth.

Mike Bond

#17. But wasn't that progress too, that the elephants were killed off like the mastodon and giant rhino before them, like all other wildlife and wild places? 'We can't stop time,' MacAdam said. 'But you can change the way it goes,' Nehemiah insisted.

Mike Bond

#18. Grace can neither be bought, earned, or won by the creature. If it could be, it would cease to be grace.

Arthur W. Pink

#19. Faraway a leopard barked that high, dissatisfied deep roar it cuts off so sharply, as if its annoyance is too great to express, can only be appeased.

Mike Bond

#20. ...He sat back on his heels and watched the stars one by one cut their way through onrushing darkness, till all was reversed, day was night, and the blackness glittered with all the desert's sands, each a tiny flame beyond the bounds of time.

Mike Bond

#21. There is good and mediocre writing within every genre.

Margaret Atwood

#22. Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of warblers and thrushes.

Mike Bond

#23. You. Are. Not. Leaving. Me.

Stephenie Meyer

#24. Thirteen years after Basic Instinct, Catherine Tramell (Sharon Stone) is now in London, and is going out with a footballer played by Stan Collymore, of all people. On the rebound from John Motson, perhaps. It is difficult to convey just how uproariously awful this movie is, all of the time.

Peter Bradshaw

#25. You can't express inspiration without skill.

Stephen Nachmanovitch

#26. The breeze across the desert as the light died was so sweet she could almost drink it.

Mike Bond

#27. The law has no compassion. And justice is administered without compassion.

Christopher Darden

#28. Pick your enemies carefully or you'll never make it in Los Angeles.

Rona Barrett

#29. It wasn't that her dress was revealing, not by current standards, but the fitted bodice and flaring skirt played with a man's imagination in a maddening way. It would be easy access to put her over his knee, flip up the skirt and warm her luscious ass with the palm of his hand.

Sweden Reese

#30. And of the fact that every vision of the past is a vision of the blind

Jacques Roubaud

#31. The immense desert, empty as a bird's wing, inspired him with promise.

Mike Bond

#32. Already this sun was pouring its wrath into the blue Indian ocean where swordfish and marlin cruised like silver-blue attenuated warheads in their green-gold depths...

Mike Bond

#33. Enlightenment means rising above thought, not falling back to a level below thought, the level of an animal or a plant.

Eckhart Tolle

#34. ...the track of the three camels and three pairs of sandals was like an arrow diminishing into infinity across the wavering sand.

Mike Bond

#35. The lion-as proud as the diamond bright, Though the spell may be clouding that radiant light-in the death of the sun what's amiss will then mend, while the raven is dying discloses the end.

Kerstin Gier