Quotes About Nature

i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.

Whether I retire to bed early or late, I rise with the sun.

Dost thou love hawking? Thou hast hawks will soar Above the morning lark.

In a still hot morning, the tide went out and didn't come back in. This was not a spectacular event. The sea did not roll up like a scroll, like the sky in Revelations. It quietly withdrew.

I thought my mountain was coming this morning. It was near to speaking when suddenly it shifted, sulked, and returned to smallness. It has eluded me again and sits there, puny and dull. Why?

I never knew of a morning in Africa when I woke that I was not happy.

There is something to be said for waking up every morning and seeing the sun.

I awoke in the Midsummer not-to-call night, in the white and the walk of the morning

I slumbered spring's morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind and rain came. Who knows how many petals had fallen?

It is true, I never assisted the sun materially in his rising, but doubt not, it was of the last importance only to be present at it.

Nor is a day lived if the dawn is left out of it, with the prospects it opens. Who speaks charmingly of nature or of mankind, like him who comes bibulous of sunrise and the fountains of waters?

This early piece of the morning is mine.

By mid-morning a rain as fine as silk spills was weaving over the lake.

And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.

Kino heard the little splash of morning waves on the beach. It was very good -- Kino closed his eyes again to listen to his music.

The morning pouring everywhere, its golden glory on the air.

The summer has ended. The garden withers. The mornings become chill. I am thirty, I am thirty-four -the years turn dry as leaves.

My studio is right on the ocean, and the sun rises right in my eyes every morning, and the energy of the sea is right there.

There are some mornings when the sky looks like a road.

In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.

Awake thee, my Lady-Love! Wake thee, and rise! The sun through the bower peeps Into thine eyes.

Gardeners in regions with very long summer days have a great opportunity, and should use more of the cool colors that literally glow in the low light of morning and evening.

This morning came on to me, silver wings silhouetted against the child's sunrise.

He was exhaled; his great Creator drew His spirit, as the sun the morning dew.