Nature Quotes

Our task must be to free ourselves... by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and it's beauty.

No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal

We are immensed in beauty, but our eyes have no clear vision.

Never miss an opportunity of noticing anything of beauty ...

ART: None. The function of art is to hold the mirror up to nature, and there simply isn’t a mirror big enough—see point one.

Rationality attracts conscientious humans, whereas mysticism attracts fools.

Many people genuinely do not wish to be saints, and it is possible that some who achieve or aspire to sainthood have never had much temptation to be human beings.

I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want.

I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun.And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it’s never done.

Nature does nothing uselessly.

To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.

Wildness is the preservation of the World.

I love nature, I just don't want to get any of it on me.

Nature is my manifestation of God. I go to nature every day for inspiration in the day's work.

One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees...

Nature has made all her truths independent of one another. Our art makes one dependent on the other.

Water is the driving force in nature.

Those honor nature well, who teach that she can speak on everything.

Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer

How small we feel with our petty ambitions and strivings in the presence of the great elemental forces of Nature!

[H]e is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature.

She shows us only surfaces but Nature is a million fathoms deep.

Landscapes we must owe something to the eye of the beholder.

Life has always poppies in her hands.

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same

Nature cannot be commanded except by being obeyed.

What are these pines & these birds about? What is this pond a-doing? I must know a little more.

I love the forest.

I stood like Adam in his lonely gardenOn that first morning, shaken out of sleep, Rubbing his eyes, listening, parting the leaves, Like tissue on some vast, incredible gift.

I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers

Language is fossil poetry

...the desert is so huge, and the horizons so distant, that they make a person feel small, and as if he should remain silent.

None can reply - all seems eternal now. The wilderness has a mysterious tongue, which teaches awful doubt.

I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple.

Over the inter glaciers, I see the summer glow, And, through the wild-piled snowdrift, The warm rosebuds below.

...is not Nature, rightly read, that of which she is commonly taken to be the symbol merely?

I firmly believe that nature can bring comfort to all who suffer.

You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

The troubles of modern life come from being divorced from nature.

There is a property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet.

We are like travelers using the cinders of a volcano to roast their eggs.

It was a morning like other mornings and yet perfect among mornings.

This is the very ecstasy of love, Whose violent property fordoes itselfAnd leads the will to desperate undertakingsAs oft as any passion under heavenThat does afflict our natures.

We like to be out in nature so much because it has no opinion on us.

the world is better withoutthem.only the plants and the animals aretrue comrades.I drink to them and withthem.

I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion. Let us see who is the strongest.

Then the liars and swearers are fools, for there are liars and swearers enough to beat the honest men and hang up them.

Mrs. Bulstrode's naïve way of conciliating piety and worldliness, the nothingness of this life and desirability of cut glass, the consciousness at once of filthy rags and the best damask...

Learn to enjoy the way as much as you would enjoy when you reach the destination.

In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows. Nature says, -- he is my creature, and maugre all his impertinent griefs, he shall be glad with me