Quotes About Nature

What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.

My favorite color… the seam of a desert horizon.

My dear friend: Three or four months on the edge of the desert, all alone — how I envy you; and again, how I thank Heaven I am not in a similar position.

But let not our thoughts be only of happiness. For does not the old Arab proverb — "all sunshine makes a desert" — faithfully remind us that the cloud and the storm are likewise needed for the most complete and satisfactory results?

Pure water is the world's first and foremost medicine.

I believe that water is the only drink for a wise man...

I am glad to have drunk water so long, for the same reason that I prefer the natural sky to an opium-eater's heaven. I would fain keep sober always; and there are infinite degrees of drunkenness.

Man, bitterly examined, is merely a vehicle for units of nourishing combustion...

My mind is a seed packet of assorted wildflowers — I get happiness and sadness and whatever else pops up.

Exaggeration is in the course of things. Nature sends no creature, no man into the world, without adding a small excess of his proper quality. Given the planet, it is still necessary to add the impulse; so, to every creature nature added a little violence of direction in its proper path, a shove to put it on its way; in every instance, a slight generosity, a drop too much.

The truth is, that the craving for exercise is a part of healthy human nature.

Reflect first upon that great law of our nature, that exercise is the chief source of improvement in all our faculties.

The desire of activity is designed by nature to promote our physical well-being. Physical activity is the law of physical health.

For there are mystically in our faces certain characteristics which carry in them the motto of our souls, wherein he that cannot read A B C may read our natures.

The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn...

A lady, with whom I was riding in the forest, said to me, that the woods always seemed to her to wait, as if the genii who inhabit them suspended their deeds until the wayfarer has passed onward: a thought which poetry has celebrated in the dance of the fairies, which breaks off on the approach of human feet.

A rustle in the wind reminds us a fairy is near.

Any man can lose his hat in a fairy-wind.

There is, indeed, much in nature that we do not yet half enjoy, because we shut our avenues of sensation and feeling. We are satisfied with the matter of fact, and look not for the spirit of fact which is above it. If we opened our minds to enjoyment, we might find tranquil pleasures spread about us on every side. We might live with the angels that visit us on every sunbeam, and sit with the fairies who wait on every flower.

Spring blossoms are fairy tales, autumn leaves are tragic dramas.

Spring itself is Faith. In all its glory and color the true nature of our being is being reborn. Faith roots in our souls and grows in our hearts. Faith is the very beat of our hearts. Faith is the air we breathe. Faith is the lump in our throats and the tears we shed. Faith is the first rose that blooms.

When the Sun sets, shadows, that shew'd at Noon But small, appear most long and terrible; So, when we think Fate hovers o'er our Heads, Our apprehensions shoot beyond all bounds, Owls, Ravens, Crickets seem the watch of death, Nature's worst Vermine scare her God-like Sons. Ecchoes the very leavings of a Voice, Grow babling Ghosts, and call us to our Graves: Each Mole-hill thought swells to a huge Olympus, While we fantastick Dreamers heave and puff, And sweat with an Imagination's weight...

With the lengthening days which distinguish the third month of winter from its predecessor, come ardent desires for spring, and longings for the time of birds and flowers. An adventurous swallow too early flying from the south, a vision of snowdrops in the snow, a day of April warmth lit by a slant February sun, are all hailed with pleasure as harbingers of a more gracious season on its northland way.

February makes a bridge and March breaks it.