“Perhaps he knew, there in the grass by the waters, that he had before him an immense journey.” — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Modern man lives increasingly in the future and neglects the present. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Life, unlike the inanimate, will take the long way round to circumvent barrenness. A kind of desperate will resides even in a… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Each one of us is a statistical impossibility around which hover a million other lives that were never destined to be born. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no perfect… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
I am older now, and sleep less, and have seen most of what there is to see and am not very much… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
For the first time in four billion years a living creature had contemplated himself and heard with a sudden, unaccountable loneliness, the… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
This is the most enormous extension of vision of which life is capable: the projection of itself into other lives. This is… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“I am sure now that life is not what it is purported to be and that nature, in the canny words of… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“This is the root of magic and science, life’s response to uncertainties. Magic runs to the beginnings of life because life is… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“I once saw, on a flower pot in my own living room, the efforts of a field mouse to build a remembered… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“If 'dead' matter has reared up this curious landscape of fiddling crickets, song sparrows, and wondering men, it must be plain even… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Since the first human eye saw a leaf in Devonian sandstone and a puzzled finger reached to touch it, sadness has lain… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“The evolutionists, piercing beneath the show of momentary stability, discovered, hidden in rudimentary organs, the discarded rubbish of the past. They detected… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Black magic, the magic of the primeval chaos, blots out or transmogrifies the true form of things. At the stroke of twelve… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Taking a final pleasure in what the wind can neither proclaim nor destroy, I am a student of nightfall, I claim no other profession.” — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
We are one of many appearances of the thing called Life; we are not its perfect image, for it has no perfect image except… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
Perhaps a creature of so much ingenuity and deep memory is almost bound to grow alienated from his world, his fellows, and the objects… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
It is frequently the tragedy of the great artist, as it is of the great scientist, that he frightens the ordinary man. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or scavenging among… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within ourselves; its… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
Out of the choked Devonian waters emerged sight and sound and the music that rolls invisible through the composer's brain. They are there still… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
“I once saw, on a flower pot in my own living room, the efforts of a field mouse to build a remembered field. I… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
Lights come and go in the night sky. Men, troubled at last by the things they build, may toss in their sleep and dream… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
The secret, if one may paraphrase a savage vocabulary, lies in the egg of night. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
Without the gift of flowers and the infinite diversity of their fruits, man and bird, if they had continued to exist at all, would… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
“Black magic, the magic of the primeval chaos, blots out or transmogrifies the true form of things. At the stroke of twelve the princess… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share
