Quotes About Nature

I wish I had a horse; then I could run for miles in this splendid air, and not lose my breath.

every tree stood ready to send down its shower of red or yellow apples at the first shake. Everybody was there. Everybody laughed and sang, climbed up and tumbled down. Everybody declared that there never had been such a perfect day or such a jolly set to enjoy it, and everyone gave themselves up to the simple pleasures of the hour as freely as if there were no such things as care or sorrow in the world.

Like a confiding child, she asked no questions, but left everything to God and nature, Father and Mother of us all, feeling sure that they, and they only, could teach and strengthen heart and spirit for this life and the life to come.

At four o'clock a lull took place, and baskets remained empty, while the apple pickers rested and compared rents and bruises. Then Jo and Meg, with a detachment of the bigger boys, set forth the supper on the grass, for an out-of-door tea was always the crowning joy of the day.

They seemed to get clearer views of life and duty up there among the everlasting hills; the fresh winds blew away desponding doubts, delusive fancies, and moody mists; the warm spring sunshine brought out all sorts of aspiring ideas, tender hopes, and happy thoughts; the lake seemed to wash away the troubles of the past, and the grand old mountains to look benignly down upon them, saying, 'Little children, love one another.

What a strange yet pleasant day that was. So brilliant and gay without, for all the world

Some people seemed to get all sunshine, and some all shadow.

money cannot buy refinement of nature, that rank does not always confer nobility, and that true breeding makes itself felt in spite of external drawbacks. "I

El viento silbaba por encima de las abatidas colinas, el agua caía en forma de lúgubre llovizna, y el ocaso se cernió sobre el paisaje. Pero los ojos del hombre tranquilo penetraban la niebla con la misma calma que si tuviera ante sí un radiante arco de promesas extendiéndose por la grisura del cielo.

8 de octubre - Cuando me he despertado, el primer pensamiento que me ha venido ha sido: Es el cumpleaños de Madre, tengo que ser muy buena. He ido corriendo a desearle un feliz cumpleaños y le he dado un beso. Después del desayuno, cada uno le ha dado su regalo. Yo le he hecho una cruz de musgo y una poesía. No teníamos que ir a la escuela y he estado jugando en el bosque y he recogido hojas rojas.

That engagement was such a farce, that she never had much faith in it, so she put her love way in a corner of her heart, and tried to forget it, hoping it would either die, or have a right to live...Polly had a pang, and thought she couldn't possibly bear it. But she always found she could, and so came to the conclusion that it was a merciful provision of nature that girls' hearts could stand so much, and their appetites continue good, when unrequited love was starving.

I was glad to see the Irish coast, and found it very lovely, so green and sunny, with brown cabins here and there, ruins on some of the hills, and gentlemen's country-seats in the valleys, with deer feeding in the parks. It was early in the morning, but I didn't regret getting up to see it, for the bay was full of little boats, the shore so picturesque, and a rosy sky over head; I never shall forget it.

Innocent and ignorant as she was, the books she had read gave her some hints of the existence of sin and her woman's nature warned her when no other voice was near to save.

to the great delight of two ducks, four cats, five hens and half a dozen Irish children; for they were out of the city for now.

Let us not tire of a good work, hard though it may be and wearisome; think of the many little hearts that in their sorrow look to us for help. What would the green Earth be without its lovely flowers!

few are the mortals to whom we give this lovely gift; what to you is now so full of music and of light, to others is but a pleasant summer world; they never know the language of butterfly or bird or flower, and they are blind to all that I have given you the power to see.

Hearing, like a sad refrain- 'Be worthy, love, and love will come,' In the falling summer rain.

Chide me not, laborious band, For the idle flowers I brought: Every aster in my hand Goes home laden with a thought.

When we're young, we think we are the only species worth knowing. But the more I come to know people, the better I like ravens.

Our songs travel the earth. We sing to one another. Not a single note is ever lost and no song is original. They all come from the same place and go back to a time when only the stones howled.

I was in love with the whole world and all that lived in its rainy arms.

Grandpa's mind had left us, gone wild and wary. When I walked with him I could feel how strange it was. His thoughts swam between us, hidden under rocks, disappearing in weeds, and I was fishing for them, dangling my own words like baits and lures.

Sometimes owls came near to warn of death. Sometimes they just asked people to be careful. Sometimes they were just owls.

We are so brief. A one-day dandelion. A seedpod skittering across the ice. We are a feather falling from the wing of a bird. I don't know why it is given to us to be so mortal and to feel so much. It is a cruel trick, and glorious.