Quotes About Nature

Lush juices of ripe fruits, splashed color flung From Frost's first palette, purple, gold, and red; The last sweet song the meadow lark has sung,— Dirge of the summer dead.

September comes, and... Summer thins away.

September... dearest month of all to pensive minds!

Mustering flocks of blackbirds call; Here and there a few leaves fall; In the meadows larks sing sweet, Chirps the cricket at our feet,— In September.

The act of coitus and the members employed therein are of such ugliness that were it not for the beauty of the faces and the adornments of the lovers, for the pent-up impulse and the frenetic state of mind, nature would lose the human species.

She could feel the echo of lovemaking in her body in the same way she could feel the rock and shift of waves after a day of swimming, long after she left the water.

No matter how much cats fight, there always seem to be plenty of kittens.

My father told me all about the birds and bees. The liar — I went steady with a woodpecker till I was twenty-one.

The Arctic expresses the sum total of all wisdom. Silence. Nothing but silence...

In proportion as he simplifies his life, the laws of the universe will appear less complex, and solitude will not be solitude, nor poverty poverty, nor weakness weakness.

In the country sometimes I go about looking at horses and cattle. They eat grass, make love, work when they have to, bear their young. I am sick with envy of them.

Skipping by the flowers, Skipping around for hours, Skipping in rain showers — Skipping has magical powers!

Skipping is one of nature's best antidepressants.

Fairies, skip hence...

...here are the fairies skipping and dancing around to the music of the blue-bells.

The Autumn Leaves they skip; When blasts the trees are stripping; Bounding, whirling, Sweeping, twirling, And in wanton Mazes curling...

Snowflakes are kisses from heaven.

The snow is sparkling like a million little suns.

Are ye the ghosts of fallen leaves, O flakes of snow, For which, through naked trees, the winds A-mourning go? Or are ye angels, bearing home The host unseen Of truant spirits, to be clad Again in green?

Sex is. There is nothing more to be done about it. Sex builds no roads, writes no novels and sex certainly gives no meaning to anything in life but itself.

We live in a shockingly beautiful world. We are walking through the living kingdom of heaven every day; the colours, the sound, the love of others, the potential to create, the plants, wildlife, nature, music, all sensations and life...but if we refuse to see colour and beauty we may as well be in Hell. Maybe an animated band was the best way of announcing this.

We sow the seed of deadly nightshade and wish it to bear lilies and roses!

Eine Rose gebrochen, ehe der Sturm sie entblättert.

The things women find rewarding about work are, by and large, the same things that men find rewarding and include both the inherent nature of the work and the social relationships.