Quotes About Nature

The song of thrush and blackbird, joy that falls so gently on the ears to celebrate another day of life and living, flying free.

A stone is frozen music

Exquisite nature, daydreams, and music say one thing, real life another.

Music induces nightingales to sing, pug dogs to yelp.

Solitude is a silent storm that breaks down all our dead branches; yet it sends our living roots deeper into the living heart of the living earth.

There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.

We were made to enjoy music, to enjoy beautiful sunsets, to enjoy looking at the billows of the sea and to be thrilled with a rose that is bedecked with dew.

What a pity flowers can utter no sound!-A singing rose, a whispering violet, a murmuring honeysuckle ... oh, what a rare and exquisite miracle would these be!

The music of all creatures has to do with their loves, even of toads and frogs. Is it not the same with man?

The bare earth, plantless, waterless, is an immense puzzle. In the forests or beside rivers everything speaks to humans. The desert does not speak. I could not comprehend its tongue; its silence...

all that I know is that I believe in the sound of music and the running of a horse. all else is squabble.

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.

The hooves of the horse! Oh! witching and sweet is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet; no whisper of love, no trilling of bird, can stir me as hooves on the horse have stirred.

I hear music Mighty fine music, The murmur of a morning breeze up there The rattle of the milkman on the stair Sure that's music.

Enough of clouds, waves, aquariums, water-sprites and nocturnal scents; what we need is music of the earth, everyday music..music one can live in like a house.

The fish in the water is silent, the animals on the earth is noisy, the bird in the air is singing. But man has in him the silence of the sea, the noise of the earth and the music of the air.

Heaven help the roses if the bombs begin to fall

Music is natural law as related to the sense of hearing.

The good life of any river may depend on the perception of its music; and the preservation of some music to perceive.

Perhaps many of the perplexing problems of the new music could be put into a new light if we were to reintroduce the ancient idea of music being a reflection of nature.

Given the chance, i'll die like a baby, on some faraway beach, when the season's over.

Music is in all growing things; And underneath the silky wings Of smallest insects there is stirred A pulse of air that must be heard; Earth's silence lives, and throbs, and sings.

Flowers and plants are silent presences. They nourish every sense except the ear.

The Hills are alive with the sound of CRAP!