7,238 Quotes About Nature

I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail leading into the unknown to any paved highway, and the deep peace of the wild to the discontent bread by cities... it is enough that I am surrounded by beauty.

Nature we have always with us, an in exhaustible store-house of that which moves the heart, appeals to the mind and fires the imagination -- health to the body, a stimulus to the intellect, and joy to the soul.

I knew that on that island one was driven back into the past. There was so much space, so much silence, so few meetings that one too easily saw out of the present, and then the past seemed ten times closer than it was.

Idet hun forsigtigt havde banet sig vej gennem græsset, da hun med ét kommet til en lysning midt inde i det, en ganske lille åben plads, som en alkove med gyldengrønne omhæng. Hun havde pludselig følt, at hun her var lige i hjertet af sit kongerige, hun var blevet så lykkelig bevæget derved. Ak, mon hun kunne finde det hellige hemmelighedsfulde sted igen? Hvis hun fandt det, ville hun stå ganske stille derinde, skjult for hele verden.

That day I behaved like a good artist, one whose job is to build rather than break.

Looking at nature gives you a sense of how beautiful life is, as it is. Such beauty cleanses the mind of all distractions.

little passerine hitching upwardspiraling around tree trunk of morning newsin the morning we gather rain boots, jackets, petitions,astrological charts, field guides to the birds and starsthe language of the Loon is the memory of our ancestorsblack on white, white on black, tremolo callfrom PLUTO CROSSES THE ECLIPTIC

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;Conspiring with him how to load and blessWith fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees,And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shellsWith a sweet kernel; to set budding more,And still more, later flowers for the bees,Until they think warm days will never cease,For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.

Kestrel comes from anotherdirection, a diagonal line.landing on a Douglas Fir limbwhich slopes to the earthas an incantation.Wing your way throughsorrow,lift your wings in gratitude.from DIURNAL RAPTORS