Nature Quotes

Our summer made her light escape
Into the beautiful.

November always seemed to be the Norway of the year.

These are the days when birds come back—
A very few—a bird or two—
To take a backward look.
These are the days when the skies resume
The old—old sophistries of June—
A blue and gold mistake.

The dandelion's pallid tube
Astonishes the grass,
And winter instantly becomes
An infinite alas.

Split the lark—and you'll find the music—
Bulb after bulb, in silver rolled—
Scantily dealt to the summer morning
Saved for your ear when lutes be old.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.

A gentleman's park—is my aversion. It is not beauty because it is not nature.

A free people [claim] their rights as derived from the laws of nature, and not as the gift of their chief magistrate.

I am satisifed with the mystery of the eternity of life and with the awareness and a glimpse of the marvelous structure of the existing world, together with the devoted striving to comprehend a portion, be it ever so tiny, of the Reason that manifests itself in nature.

I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.

Nature knows no indecencies; man invents them.

What sunshine is to flowers, smiles are to humanity. These are but trifles, to be sure; but, scattered along life's pathway, the good they do is inconceivable.

To fair Fidele's grassy tomb
Soft maids and village hinds shall bring
Each opening sweet of earliest bloom,
And rifle all the breathing spring.

O fickle Fortune, why this cruel sporting?
Why thus torment us poor sons of day?
Nae mair your smiles can cheer me, nae mair your frowns can fear me,
For the flowers of the forest are a' wade away.

Did you ever notice before, that it’s only when the sun goes down that the moon shines?

Life is a bunch of wants. Actually, life is wanting!

Life isn’t a list of things you do. It’s a constant struggle… ooh, like those waves on that beach. In and out. Each day we try to grab what we need. Some days we get it, some days we don’t, some we lose what we have. But it’s always that give and take, back and forth. Nobody wins forever.