Rachel Carson Quotes

The sediments are a sort of epic poem of the earth.

¿Quién ha tomado la decisión que pone en movimiento esa cadena de envenenamientos, esa ola creciente de muerte que se va extendiendo como las ondas que se forman cuando se lanza una piedra sobre un estanque tranquilo? ¿Quién ha puesto en un platillo de la balanza las hojas que podrían haberse comido los escarabajos y en el otro los lastimosos montones de plumas de diversos colores que forman los restos sin vida de las aves que cayeron bajo el golpe generalizado de los venenos insecticidas? ¿Quién ha decidido (quién tiene derecho a decidir) en nombre de legiones sin cuento de personas que no fueron consultadas, que el valor supremo corresponde a un mundo sin insectos, aunque tenga que ser también un mundo estéril, privado de la gracia de una bandada de aves en vuelo? Esa decisión es la del autoritario revestido temporalmente de poder; ha sido tomada durante un momento de distracción de millones de personas para las que la belleza y el mundo ordenado de la naturaleza tienen todavía un significado que es profundo y perentorio.

The chemical war is never won, and all life is caught in its crossfire.

The "control of nature" is a phrase conceived in arrogance, born of the Neanderthal age of biology and philosophy, when it was supposed that nature exists for the convenience of man. The concepts and practices of applied entomology for the most part date from that Stone Age of science. It is our alarming misfortune that so primitive a science has armed itself with the most modern and terrible weapons, and that in turning them against the insects it has also turned them against the earth.

Los peces, los anfibios y los reptiles por un lado y las aves y los mamíferos de sangre caliente por otro, y cada uno de nosotros, llevamos en nuestras venas la corriente salina de nuestra sangre, en la cual el sodio, el potasio y el calcio se hallan en proporciones muy semejantes a las que existen en el agua del mar. Ésta es nuestra herencia desde el día, hace un número incalculable de millones de años, en que un remoto antecesor pasó de la etapa unicelular a la pluricelular y adquirió por vez primera un sistema circulatorio, en el interior del cual corría un fluido casi idéntico al agua del mar.

The problem I dealt with in Silent Spring is not an isolated one. The excessive and ill-advised use of chemical pesticides is merely one part of a sorry whole-the reckless pollution of our living world with harmful and dangerous substances. Until very recently, the average citizen assumed that "someone" was looking after these matters and that some little understood but confidently relied upon safeguards stood like shields between his person and any harm. Now he has experienced, from several different directions, a rather rude shattering of these beliefs.

The way is not made easy for those who would defend the public interest

Scholarships allowed her to study at Woods Hole Biological Laboratory, where she fell in love with the sea, and at Johns Hopkins University, where she was isolated, one of a handful of women in marine biology. She had no mentors and no money to continue in graduate school after completing an M.A. in zoology in 1932. Along the way she worked as a laboratory assistant in the school of public health, where she was lucky enough to receive some training in experimental genetics. As employment opportunities in science dwindled, she began writing articles about the natural history of Chesapeake Bay for the Baltimore Sun. Although these were years of financial and emotional struggle, Carson realized that she did not have to choose between science and writing, that she had the talent to do both. From childhood on, Carson was interested in

To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of a mist moving over a great salt marsh, to watch the flight of shore birds that have swept up and down the surf lines of the continents for untold thousands of years, to see the running of the old eels and the young shad to the sea, is to have knowledge of things that are as nearly eternal as any earthly life can be.

The pleasures, the values of contact with the natural world, are not reserved for the scientists. They are available to anyone who will place himself under the influence of a lonely mountain top-or the sea-or the stillness of a forest; or who will stop to think about so small a thing as the mystery of a growing seed.

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 the earth.

Our streams are fouled with an incredible assortment of wastes-domestic, chemical, radioactive, so that our planet, though dominated by seas that envelop three-fourths of its surface, is rapidly becoming a thirsty world.

We know how to split the atom, and how to use its energy in peace and war, and so we proceed with preparations to do so, as if acting under some blind compulsion;

This is an era of specialists, each of whom sees his own problem and is unaware of or intolerant of the larger frame into which it fits.

...natural beauty has a necessary place in the spiritual development of any individual or any society.