Quotes About Nature

Generations passe while some trees stand, and old Families last not three Oaks.

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

It is the heaviest stone that melancholy can throw at a man, to tell him he is at the end of his nature; or that there is no further state to come, unto which this seemes progressionall, and otherwise made in vaine…

But age became him as it did the oaks and the cedars.

Rain falls on the just and the unjust alike.

God the Son, by being truly human without ceasing to be truly God, is both equal to the Father and less than the Father—equal by nature and less by volition to service. By this paradox, the usual logic of equality is turned upside down.

Just as God stepped out of his nature to become a partaker of our humanity, so we are called to step out of our nature to become partakers of his divinity" (Hilary of Arles, Intro. Comm. on 2 Pet. 1.4).

I see a sweet country. I could rest my weapon there.

On the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah was nigh,No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;No harp like my own could so cheerily play,And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Oh leave this barren spot to me!Spare, woodman, spare the beechen tree!

My love-lies-bleeding.

And muse on nature with a poet's eye.

There is a garden in her faceWhere roses and white lilies grow;A heavenly paradise is that placeWherein all pleasant fruits do flow.There cherries grow which none may buy,Till "cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.

Ask me no more where Jove bestows,When June is past, the fading rose;For in your beauty's orient deepThese flowers, as in their causes, sleep.

Democracy is, by the nature of it, a self-canceling business; and it gives in the long run a net result of zero.

No lie you can speak or act but it will come, after longer or shorter circulation, like a bill drawn on Nature's Reality, and be presented there for payment—with the answer, No effects.

Little dew-drops of celestial melody.

Is man's civilization only a wrappage, through which the savage nature of him can still burst, infernal as ever?

Democracy is, by the nature of it, a self-canceling business; and gives in the long run a net result of zero.

To us also, through every star, through every blade of grass, is not God made visible if we will open our minds and our eyes.

The illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean-tide, on which we and all the universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not....

Long stormy spring-time, wet contentious April, winter chilling the lap of very May but at length the season of summer does come.

When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.

If you look deep enough you will see music; the heart of nature being everywhere music.