Quotes About Nature

Tiger father begets tiger son.

If you wish to live and thrive, Let the spider run alive.

The Spider is a lovely lady. She knows just what to do. She weaves a dainty web to catch the morning dew...

sprightly little yellow butterflies flitter their aërial dance in pairs through tireless mud dauber paths and webs sway vacant in the breeze of poor spiders caught unawares

Of course everything is blooming most recklessly: if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.

Spring is sooner recognized by plants than by men.

The first day of spring is one thing, and the first spring day is another. The difference between them is sometimes as great as a month.

Oh, Spring is surely coming, Her couriers fill the air; Each morn are new arrivals, Each night her ways prepare; I scent her fragrant garments, Her foot is on the stair.

And now every field is clothed with grass, every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms; now the year assumes its gayest attire.

A fine spring is good for everybody.

Springtime is the bringer of light...

...spring-time, when that soft air is breathing over the blossoms and new-born verdure...

Spring translates earth's happiness into colorful flowers.

Spring is a happiness so beautiful, so unique, so unexpected, that I don't know what to do with my heart. I dare not take it, I dare not leave it — what do you advise?

The return of springtime always brings with it naturally a revival of the sweetest hopes and deepest joys of human nature. The heart of man in springtime is naturally joyous; all nature rejoices around him, and he cannot but participate in the general anthem of thanksgiving, and unite his voice with the universal pæan of praise.

Winter and spring overlap at the seams— chilly breezes and warm green dreams!

As every season seems best to us in its turn, so the coming in of spring is like the creation of Cosmos out of Chaos...

earth dreams of spring in her winter slumbers she dozes on and off — then trembles wide awake a silent green earthquake

...the sweet wildflower breath of spring...

Springtime flowers bloom like colorful arrows piercing their way to the sun.

At length the sun's rays have attained the right angle, and warm winds blow up mist and rain and melt the snow-banks, and the sun dispersing the mist smiles on a checkered landscape of russet and white smoking with incense, through which the traveller picks his way from islet to islet, cheered by the music of a thousand tinkling rills and rivulets whose veins are filled with the blood of winter which they are bearing off.

Spring triumphs over Winter (He always lets Her win).

Cold weather in spring makes the ass shiver.

Spring stirs under silent snow.