Quotes About Simplicity

That lady has a piano. It's nice, but it's not the running of rivers Or the murmuring trees make .. Who needs a piano? It's better to have ears And love Nature.

I don't bother with rhyme. Rarely Are two trees the same, one beside the other. I think and write like flowers have color But with less perfection in my way of expressing myself Because I lack the divine simplicity Of wholly being only my exterior. I see and I'm moved, Moved the way water runs when the ground is sloping And what I write is as natural as the rising wind...

He's taught me everything. He taught me how to look at things. He shows me everything there is in flowers. He shows me how stones are pleasing When you hold them in your hand And look at them for a while.

As I grew older, I realized that it was much better to insist on the genuine forms of nature, for simplicity is the greatest adornment of art.

When I call to mind my earliest impressions, I wonder whether the process ordinarily referred to as growing up is not actually a process of growing down; whether experience, so much touted among adults as the thing children lack, is not actually a progressive dilution of the essentials by the trivialities of living.

At first blush I am tempted to conclude that a satisfactory hobby must be in large degree useless, inefficient, laborious, or irrelevant.

In our attempt to make conservation easy, we have made it trivial.

L'atto di creare è generalmente riservato agli dei e ai poeti, ma anche la gente più umile può superare questa restrizione se sa come farlo. Per piantare un pino, per esempio, non è necessario essere un dio né un poeta, basta possedere una pala.

There are some who can live without wild things, and some who cannot. For us of the minority, the opportunity to see geese is more important than television, and the chance to find a pasque-flower is a right as inalienable as free speech.

Draba plucks no heartstrings. Its perfume, if there is any, is lost in the gusty winds. Its color is plain white. Its leaves wear a sensible woolly coat. Nothing eats it; it is too small. No poets sing of it. Some botanist once gave it a Latin name, and then forgot it. Altogether, it is of no importance – just a small creature that does a small job quickly and well.

Civilization has so cluttered this elemental man-earth relationship with gadgets and middlemen that awareness of it is growing dim. We fancy that industry supports us, forgetting what supports industry.

Vendrás a mí con tu voz apenas coloreada por un acento que me hará evocar una puerta abierta, con la sombra de un pájaro de bello nombre, con lo que esa sombra deja en la memoria, con los trazos que duran en la hoja después de haber borrado un dibujo que representaba una casa, el sol y un animal.

Es la tierra que nos está llamando desde dentro. La civilización nos va cegando los sentidos a estas cosas. Pero cuando la savia estalla blanca en los almendros, cuando los brezos se calientan, cuando respiramos el olor de la tierra mojada… ¡Cómo sentimos entonces que estamos hechos de ese mismo barro! ¿Se sonríe usted?

PASTOR- Mi nombre verdadero es Juan. Poca cosa, ¿verdad? ¡Pero humano, señor, humano! Millares de Juanes han escrito libros y han plantado árboles. Millones de mujeres han dicho alguna vez en cualquier rincón del mundo <>. En cambio, ¿quién ha querido nunca al <>? Juan sabe a pueblo y a eternidad: es el hierro, la madera de roble, el pan de trigo. <> es el nylon.

I want to show the world that it is possible. It's possible to remember your self. To open your mind. To open your heart. To open your creativity. To live with less, but to live well.

Everything you add to the truth subtracts from the truth.

One of my favorite beauty products is Vincent Longo Water Canvas creamy blush. I have it in every color and I've been using it for 5 years and that's all I put on when I leave the house. It looks so natural I just put a little bit on my cheeks to give them some color.

If stupid people didn't insist on thinking they were smart, the world would be a lot simpler.

You fish, swim, eat, laze around, and everyone's so friendly. It's such simple stuff, but... If i could stop the world and restart life, put the clock back, i think I'd restart it like this. For everyone.

What children are unconsciously, that Jesus requires His disciples to be voluntarily and deliberately. They are not to be pretentious and ambitious, like the grown children of the world, but meek and lowly of heart; disregarding rank and distinctions, thinking not of their place in the kingdom, but giving themselves up in simplicity of spirit to the service of the King.

It is sometimes easier to be happy if you don't know everything.

She was made for untidy rooms and rumpled beds.

So the small things came into their own: small acts of helping others, if one could; small ways of making one's own life better: acts of love, acts of tea, acts of laughter. Clever people might laugh at such simplicity, but, she asked herself, what was their own solution?

There is a certain majesty in simplicity which is far above all the quaintness of wit.