Quotes About Nature

Je weniger qualvoll die Todesart, desto weniger attraktiv die Tiere. Wenn du friedlich an Altersschwäche stirbst, siehst du nur ein Huhn. Das letzte Huhn. Es gackert, und du bist hinüber.

On horseback you feel as if you're moving in time to classical music; a camel seems to progress to the beat of a drum played by a drunk.

Hexen stehen immer zwischen Birken

Freedom is a state of mind, I said wondering where I'd heard it before, not a state of being. We are all slaves to gravity and morality and the vicissitudes of nature. Our genes govern us much more than we'd like to think. Our bodies can not know absolute freedom but our minds can, can at least try.

That sense of a life in natural objects, which in most poetry is but a rhetorical artifice, was, then, in Wordsworth the assertion of what was for him almost literal fact.

Tal como nos enseña la naturaleza, cuando una persona se comporta sumisamente, realmente está intentando apaciguar a alguien que se percibe como amenazante (depredador) o reconociendo su superioridad.

Hay cosas que no están hechas para pensar, sino para vibrar con ellas

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;Nature I loved; and next to Nature, Art.I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

The damps of autumn sink into the leaves and prepare them for the necessity of their fall; and thus insensibly are we, as years close around us, detached from our tenacity of life by the gentle pressure of recorded sorrow.

I strove with none for none were worth my strife. Nature I loved and next to nature, Art. I warmed both hands before the fire of life; it sinks, and I am ready to depart. - Walter Savage Landor 1776-1864

Gather those broad leaves, and all the rest, growing under the brushwood; unbrace his armour. Loose the helmet first

In listening mood she seemed to stand,The guardian Naiad of the strand.

The way was long, the wind was cold,The Minstrel was infirm and old;His withered cheek, and tresses gray,Seem'd to have known a better day.

Nothing is more completely the child of Art than a Garden.

November's sky is chill and drear,November's leaf is red and sear.

Unless a tree has borne blossoms in spring, you will vainly look for fruit on it in autumn.

Recollect that the Almighty, who gave the dog to be companion of our pleasures and our toils, hath invested him with a nature noble and incapable of deceit.

When dark December glooms the day, And takes our autumn joys away...

Oh, Brignal banks are wild and fair,And Greta woods are green,And you may gather garlands thereWould grace a summer queen.

We often praise the evening clouds, And tints so gay and bold, But seldom think upon our God, Who tinged these clouds with gold.

Now the summer came to passAnd flowers through the grassJoyously sprang,While all the tribes of birds sang.

She walks to a table She walk to table She is walking to a table She walk to table now What difference does it make What difference it make In Nature, no completeness No sentence really complete thought Language, like woman, Look best when free, undressed.

Empty hills, no one in sight,only the sound of someone talking;late sunlight enters the deep wood,shining over the green moss again.