Quotes About Nature

See, many people can recognize an enchanting world within every raindrop rested atop the petals of a blossoming pink dahlia, but fail to notice how captivating they can still be when sat upon faded glass.

If you haven't had at least a slight poetic crack in the heart, you have been cheated by nature.

Magic works on its own timetable; because it's organic energy, like a plant, you're not going to make it grow, or manifest, faster by tugging on it.

using billion dollar satellites to find Tupperware in the woods,

Božanskost je navzo?a v vsakem ?loveku, in ?e so razmere ugodne, se bo sama od sebe manifestirala prav tako, kakor skali seme, v katerem se skriva življenje, in zaradi svoje narave zraste v drevo, ?e ima omogo?ene razmere za razvijanje svojih zmožnosti.

Feminism is doomed to failure because it is based on an attempt to repeal and restructure human nature.

I think this is what hooks one to gardening: it is the closest one can come to being present at creation.

Falling silent should be cultivated, the way the woods fall silent in the snow. Messages you can't send any other way can be heard.

Il susino è sfiorito. Chioma verde di foglioline giovani. Nessuno adesso potrebbe sospettare la bellezza mozzafiato di prima. Così per tante donne vecchie che per pochi giorni soltanto sono state belle.

man's place in the universe is somewhere between the beasts and the angels, but, because of the divine image planted in him, there are no limits to what man can accomplish....

Everyone is a Wordsworth in certain moods, and every traveler seeks out places that every traveler has missed.

Autumn is the season of subtractions, the Japanese art of taking more and more away to charge the few things that remain. At least four times as many classical poems are set in autumn and spring, the seasons of transition, than in summer and winter. But what that means, I realize as the years pass, is that nothing can be taken for granted; people are on alert, wide awake, ready to seize each day as a blessing because the next one can't be counted on.

You learned about autumn early.

Autumn poses the question we all have to live with: How to hold on to the things we love even though we know that we and they are dying.

This road No one on it As autumn ends —BASHO, near Kyoto, weeks before his death

This road No one on it As autumn ends

Sopra i tetti delle case si vedevano striscioni di nubi, sfregati e pestati dal vento, che, lassù, doveva soffiare libero come aveva soffiato al principio del mondo.

The birds sang in the dust in an elaborate weave, ambiguous, deafening, prey to existence poor passions lost between the modest summits of groves of mulberry and elder; and I, like them, in secluded places reserved for the lost and pure, would wait for evening to fall, for the silent smells of fire and joyous misery to fill the air, for the Angelus bell to toll, veiled in the new peasant mystery fulfilled in the ancient mystery.

When it's harder to live, is life more absolute? On my mute senses evening shores, also mute is the old reason defining my selfhood: it is an inner path a silent underwood where all is nature. Toilsome labor of obscure existence, you alone are necessary... And gently you drive me beyond human boundaries

Ogni anno l'autunno gli porta di questi sentimenti. Bisogno di silenzi, di solitudine, di ricordi. Bisogno di dormire. Di ricapitolarsi. Bisogno d'interiorità. La terra lo chiama a sé e lo invita a raccogliersi.

Deceit is the game of petty spirits, and that is by nature a woman's quality.

Is it right to probe so deeply into Nature's secrets? The question must here be raised whether it will benefit mankind, or whether the knowledge will be harmful.

Sweetheart, come see if the roseWhich at morning began to uncloseIts damask gown to the sunHas not lost, now the day is done,The folds of its damasked gownAnd its colors so like your own.

Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avait declose Sa robe de pourpre au soleil, A point perdu cetter verpree, Les plis de sa robe pourpree, Et son teint au votre pareil