Quotes About Nature

In the Spring, I have counted 136 different kinds of weather inside of 24 hours.

"In the spring I have counted one hundred and thirty-six different kinds of weather inside of four and twenty hours."

I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

"Spring has come when you can put your foot on three daisies."

"Spring has returned. The Earth is like a child that knows poems."

"I love spring anywhere, but if I could choose I would always greet it in a garden."

"An optimist is the human personification of spring."

Sweet April showers do spring May flowers.

"Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world."

Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands all alone. Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring.

To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.

Summer has filled her veins with light and her heart is washed with noon.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

I live in Canada in the summer and some time in the fall.

Aaah, summer – that long anticipated stretch of lazy, lingering days, free of responsibility and rife with possibility. It's a time to hunt for insects, master handstands, practice swimming strokes, conquer trees, explore nooks and crannies, and make new friends.

In real life, I go to the North Shore with my kids for two weeks each summer, and it's a magical place for us. I feel restored there and connected to the ancient, pre-human world in a way that no place else on Earth does for me.

Why is summer mist romantic and autumn mist just sad?

There's something very humble about it, and natural and beautiful.

The morning had dawned clear and cold, with a crispness that hinted at the end of summer.

One must maintain a little bit of summer, even in the middle of winter.

Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.

Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases, load our kids into the car, and drive from tense, crowded New York City to my family's cottage in Maine. It's on an island, with stretches of sea and sandy beaches, rocky coasts, and pine trees. We barbecue, swim, lie around, and try to do nothing.