Quotes About Nature

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it," and then the speaker shifted to another tree farther off and reiterated his assertions, and his mate at a distance confirmed them; and now I heard a suppressed chuckle from a red squirrel that heard the last remark, but had kept silent and invisible all the while.

Birdsong: a branch of music.

Enamoured pigeons coo upon the roof...

The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees.

Pink-footed, sleekly white or delicate fawn, Or darlier plumed, with glossy throat where clings One soft perpetual ripple of rainbow rings, How often to your beauty our sight is drawn When back from roamings wide you suddenly dawn, A dainty turbulence of fluttering wings, And light on some brown slanted roof, like Spring's Pale showers of blossoms on an orchard lawn!...

Birdsong is a symphony of the skies.

Breastfeeding is nature's health plan.

That was all; but all their intercourse had been made up of just such inarticulate flashes, when they seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods…

Love is like a butterfly: It goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.

O wingèd brother on the harebell, stay— Was God's hand very pitiful, the hand That wrought thy beauty at a dream's demand? Yea, knowing I love so well the flowery way, He did not fling me to the world astray— He did not drop me to the weary sand, But bore me gently to a leafy land: Tinting my wings, He gave me to the day.

The green grass and happy skies court the fluttering butterflies.

Butterflies, bees our wingèd, happy friends Oh, to dance in the air and float on the breeze...

The fire is the main comfort of the camp, whether in summer or winter... It is as well for cheerfulness as for warmth and dryness.

But the place which you have selected for your camp, though never so rough and grim, begins at once to have its attractions, and becomes a very centre of civilization to you: "Home is home, be it never so homely."

Camping: The art of getting closer to nature while getting farther away from the nearest cold beverage, hot shower, and flush toilet.

We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven.

A cat is an example of sophistication minus civilization.

To err is human To purr feline.

After all, cats are the only untamed pets that we have. You cannot tame a cat.

A cat is a tiger that is fed by hand.

Paws carry heart and fur, Whiskers and vibrato purr.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, — if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass...

Child... curly, dimpled lunatic.

High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...