Quotes About Nature

When a traveler asked Wordsworth's servant to show him her master's study, she answered, "Here is his library, but his study is out of doors."

Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.

The mountain teaches stability and grandeur; the ocean immensity and change. Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes, — every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man. Even the bee and the ant have brought their little lessons of industry and economy.

The mountains and the stones and the birds and the animals are my family too —

Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons, It is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

May your search through Nature lead you to yourself.

Every man who departs from nature is courting trouble.

leaves — lovers of the gentle breeze trees — brothers of roots that weave soil — giver of life through earth sun — mother of golden light's birth

I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers, Of April, May, of June, and July-flowers...

There are times in life when trouble brings us in such communion with nature that the rocks appear to be in sympathy with us, and the waving branches of the trees seem like angel hands fanning away our sorrows.

Truly it may be said that the outside of a mountain is good for the inside of a man.

I have never seen a wildflower in all its beauty be ashamed of where it grows.

Nature's beautiful dancers — flowers, water, leaves Dancing to the music of a sweet gentle breeze...

I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars, And the pismire is equally perfect, and a grain of sand, and the egg of the wren, And the tree-toad is a chef-d'Å"uvre for the highest, And the running blackberry would adorn the parlors of heaven, And the narrowest hinge in my hand puts to scorn all machinery, And the cow crunching with depress'd head surpasses any statue, And a mouse is miracle enough to stagger sextillions of infidels.

We are a part of everything real and natural, and therefore they are a part of us. If we don't fight them, but let them flow through us, they will never bother us, only enrich us. It is such a simple principle that most of us miss it. But by missing it, we miss most of what life is all about.

I found a quantity of sewing waiting with open arms to embrace me, or rather for me to embrace it, and I could hardly give myself up to "Nature's sweet restorer," for the ghosts of out-of-order garments crying for vengeance upon my defenceless head.

A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence.

Sometimes on lonely nights the man in the moon is my best friend.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it...

There's May amid the meadows There's May amid the trees... Above the rippling river May swallows skim and dart; November and December Keep watch within my heart.

Trees bend down with plum and pear, Rosy apples scent the air, Nuts are ripening everywhere.

For anyone who lives in the oak-and-maple area of New England there is a perennial temptation to plunge into a purple sea of adjectives about October.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.

October is fresh-faced April beautifully aged to wisdom.