Quotes About Nature

Shadows are in reality, when the sun is shining, the most conspicuous thing in a landscape, next to the highest lights.

The boy and girl going hand in hand through a meadow; the mother washing her baby; the sweet simple things in life. We have almost lost track of them. On the one side, we overintel-lectualize everything; on the other hand, we are over-mechanized. We can understand the danger of the atomic bomb, but the danger of our misunderstanding the meaning of life is much more serious.

At times almost all of us envy the animals. They suffer and die, but do not seem to make a "problem" of it.

All animals except man know that the ultimate of life is to enjoy it.

Don't let go of the vine.

Sometimes gentle, sometimes capricious, sometimes awful, never the same for two moments together; almost human in its passions, almost spiritual in its tenderness, almost Divine in its infinity.

Sleep that knits up the ravelled sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast.

Sleep, rest of nature, O sleep, most gentle of the divinities, peace of the soul, thou at whose presence care disappears, who soothest hearts wearied with daily employments, and makest them strong again for labour!

Year of snow Fruit will grow.

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.

Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife.

Sorrows are like thunderclouds - in the distance they look black, over our heads scarcely gray.

I loafe and invite my soul, I lean and loafe at my ease, observing a spear of summer grass.

All my life I have risen regularly at four o'clock and have gone into the woods and talked to God. There He gives me my orders for the day.

There is not a flower that opens, not a seed that falls into the ground, and not an ear of wheat that nods on the end of its stalk in the wind that does not preach and proclaim the greatness and the mercy of God to the whole world.

A sportsman is a man who, every now and then, simply has to get out and kill something. Not that he's cruel. He wouldn't hurt a fly. It's not big enough.

When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport: wlien the tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.

If there comes a little thaw, Still the air is chill and raw, Here and there a patch of snow, Dirtier than the ground below, Dribbles down a marshy flood; Ankle-deep you stick in mud In the meadows while you sing, "This is Spring."

Came the Spring with all its splendor All its birds and all its blossoms, All its flowers, and leaves, and grasses.

Stars are the daisies that begem The blue fields of the sky.

States are as the men are; they grow out of human characters.

For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snowstorms and rain-storms and did my duty faithfully.

There are more men ennobled by study than by nature.

Different people have different duties assigned to them by Nature; Nature has given one the power or the desire to do this, the other that. Each bird must sing with his own throat.