Quotes About Nature

I feel calm around you, as if the sun is smiling down on me and the world has suddenly become a sweet, safe place to be. I feel good about life?about myself. And it's hard not to want to be near someone who, just by their very nature, makes you feel that way.

When we arise in the morning, reflect on all the good that is in our life and all we can make better, in our way of thinking, in our actions and in how we live each day. Dwell on the beauty of life, the gifts from nature and the seeds of beauty that are born in our heart.

It is beautiful, it is endless, it is full of life. Its You.

We aren't born good or bad. Maybe we're born with tendencies either way, but its the way we live your life that matters.

I want to live life the way I want it to be—free and wild.

If I talk about Nature, it's not because I know what it is, But because I love it, and that's why I love it, Because when you love you never know what you love, Or why you love, or what love is.

When you look upon the beauty of nature. You discover, Heaven is under our feet.

When you look upon the beauty of nature. You discover, Heaven is under your feet.

When you look upon the beauty of nature. You'll discover, Heaven is under your feet.

We are all subjected to two distinct natures in the same person. I myself have suffered grievously in that way.

It is the controller of Nature alone that can bring light out of darkness, and order out of confusion. Who is he that causeth the mole, from his secret path of darkness, to throw up the gem, the gold, and the precious ore? The same that from the mouths of babes and sucklings can extract the perfection of praise, and who can make the most abject of his creatures instrumental in bringing the most hidden truths to light.

Man is a reed, the weakest of nature, but he is a thinking reed. It is not necessary that the entire universe arm itself to crush: a vapor, a drop of water suffices to kill him. But if the universe were to crush him, man would still be nobler than what kills him, because he knows that he dies and the advantage that the universe has over him, the universe knows nothing of this.

There is within me a knot of cruelty borne by the stream of love, much as our blood sometimes bears the seed of our destruction ...

This is the greatest mystery of all: even a bird can be a slave, but even in its cage, it sings.

He was alone. He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life. He was alone and young and wilful and wildhearted, alone amid a waste of wild air and brackish waters and the seaharvest of shells and tangle and veiled grey sunlight.

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses

A way a lone a last a loved a long the riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to Howth Castle and Environs.

Do you know what a pearl is and what an opal is? My soul when you came sauntering to me first through those sweet summer evenings was beautiful but with the pale passionless beauty of a pearl. Your love has passed through me and now I feel my mind something like an opal, that is, full of strange uncertain hues and colours, of warm lights and quick shadows and of broken music.

if it is thus, I ask emphatically whence comes this thusness.

To speak of these things and to try to understand their nature and, having understood it, to try slowly and humbly and constantly to express, to press out again, from the gross earth or what it brings forth, from sound and shape and colour which are the prison gates of our soul, an image of the beauty we have come to understand—that is art.

The most profound sentence ever written, Temple said with enthusiasm, is the sentence at the end of the zoology. Reproduction is the beginning of death.

He drew forth a phrase from his treasure and spoke it softly to himself: A day of dappled seaborne clouds.

ere the hour of the twattering of bards in the twitterlitter between Druidia and the Deepsleep Sea

Ineluctable modality of the visible: at least that if no more, thought through my eyes. Signatures of all things I am here to read, seaspawn and seawrack, the nearing tide, that rusty boot. Snotgreen, bluesilver, rust: coloured signs. Limits of the diaphane. But he adds: in bodies.