Quotes About Nature

The most beautiful roses grow on graves.

If the rose comes, we eat and drink near it; if it departs, we do not regret it.

Man is harder than iron, stronger than stone, and more fragile than a rose.

plum blossoms in the moonlit glow of a late February calm cool night — magical soul-stirring springtime sight

I am glad it is your birthday. It is this little bouquet's birthday too. Its Father is a very old man by the name of Nature...

Hydrangea — watercolor'd confetti-bursting flowery garden art

a flower in a scrapbook dried as dry can be but beautiful in its colors a bookmark to eternity

If you've never been thrilled to the very edges of your soul by a flower in spring bloom, perhaps your soul has never been in bloom.

Surely no child, and few adults, have ever watched a bird in flight without envy.

To make a pledge of any kind is to declare war against nature; for a pledge is a chain that is always clanking and reminding the wearer of it that he is not a free man.

The strawberry... It is born of the copious dews, the fragrant nights, the tender skies, the plentiful rains of the early season. The singing of birds is in it, and the health and frolic of lusty Nature. It is the product of liquid May touched by the June sun. It has the tartness, the briskness, the unruliness of spring, and the aroma and intensity of summer.

In every orchard Autumn stands, With apples in his golden hands.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard...

Nature is a Haunted House – but Art – a House that tries to be haunted.

The ocean has its ebbings — so has grief.

The butterfly upon the sky, who doesn't know its name, And hasn't any tax to pay, and hasn't any home, Is just as high as you and I, and higher, I believe – So soar away and never sigh, for that's the way to grieve.

There was nothing to do for that kind of loss — no solution to it, no medicine for it. You just coped as best you could. The ache was dull but profound, like the unanswered call of a lonely coyote.

The security, stability, and firmness of the earth inspire those parts of my life that call for grounding. I give thanks to the earth for being the source of food, beauty, and my bones. I feel oneness with the rocks, the mountains, and Mother Earth...

Our souls are dying — our flesh needs to feel the world on our knees with our naked feet face first in the dirt — wade and splash and submerge ourselves in water that is alive not sterilized, not sanitized not dead of being nothing...

Experience is a comb which nature gives us when we are bald.

What is joy? A sunbeam between two clouds.

Hate is a scarecrow That frightens all singing birds From the fields of life.

The sun heals. Laughter heals. Love, breathing, touch, beauty, Nature, warmth, kinship Heal, if you will let them Be part of your medicine.

The deviation of Man from the state in which he was originally placed by Nature seems to have proved to him a prolific source of Disease.