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
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
The future is neither ahead nor behind, on one side or another. Nor is it dark or light. It is contained within… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Our brains dream lost ancient dreams as well as throw ropes in the air as though to catch what is uncatchable –… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
[On common water.] Its substance reaches everywhere; it touches the past and prepares the future; it moves under the poles and wanders… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
The need is not really for more brains, the need is now for a gentler, a more tolerant people than those who… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time, there was a wise man who used to go to the ocean to do his writing. He had… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Modern man lives increasingly in the future and neglects the present. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
It was the failures who had always won, but by the time they won they had come to be called successes. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“The truth is, however, that there is nothing very “normal” about nature. Once upon a time there were no flowers at all.” — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
After chiding the theologian for his reliance on myth and miracle, science found itself in the unenviable position of having to create… — 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
Every time we walk along a beach some ancient urge disturbs us so that we find ourselves shedding shoes and garments or… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
The creature called man has a strange history. He is not of one piece, nor was he born of a single moment… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“And there was no longer a single race who bred blindly and without question. Time and its agonizing nostalgia would touch the… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
A man who has once looked with the archaeological eye will never see quite normally. He will be wounded by what other… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Animals are molded by natural forces they do not comprehend. To their minds there is no past and no future. There is… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Man is dragged hither and thither, at one moment by the blind instincts of the forest, at the next by the strange… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“If one could run the story of that first human group like a speeded-up motion picture through a million years of time,… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
Primitives of our own species, even today are historically shallow in their knowledge of the past. Only the poet who writes speaks… — 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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
To have dragons one must have change; that is the first principle of dragon lore. — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
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 Image
“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 Image
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 Image