Quotes About Nature

Turtles carry their homes on their backs." Running her finger over the tattoo, she tells him what her dad told her: "They're exposed and hidden at the same time. They're a symbol of strength and perseverance." "That's very deep.

I skip down the driveway, hurry up the road, linger on the bridge for a moment, looking down at the reflection of the sky like mercury on the dark water, the foaming white suds near the rocks. Ice glistens on tree branches, frost webs over dried grasses in a sparkling net. The evergreens, dusted with the light snow that fell last night, are like a forest of Christmas trees. For the first time, I am struck by the austere beauty of this place.

The brilliant blue of the morning sky has faded, as if left out too long in the sun.

Mr. Grote shows me how he grows wild rice in the stream and collects the seeds. The rice is nutty and brown. He plants the seeds after harvest in late summer for the crop the following year. It's an annual plant, he explains, which means that it dies in the autumn.

Turtles carry their homes on their backs They're exposed and hidden at the same time. They're a symbol of strength and perseverance

So is it just human nature to believe that things happen for a reason—to find some shred of meaning even in the worst experiences?

The poet Swinburne said that spring begins 'blossom by blossom.

Mother took the big saw from me and walked over to the orange tree which stood at one end of the totally mutilated rose garden. It was a mature tree standing maybe eight feet tall, producing lots of oranges. It was covered with fruit. The nurse, the cook, and I stood at a kind of breathless attention watching her as she began to saw the trunk of the orange tree! Finally we heard a cracking, splintering sound and the orange tree toppled over into the stubby remains of the rose garden.

The birds have vanished into the sky, And now the last cloud fades away. We sit together, the mountain and I, until only the mountain remains. LI PO

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

Why were you born when the snow was falling? You should have come to the cuckoo's calling, Or when grapes are green in the cluster, Or, at least, when the lithe swallows muster For their far off flying From the summer dying. Why did you die when the lambs were cropping? You should have died at the apples' dropping, When the grasshopper comes to trouble, And the wheat-fields are sodden stubble, And all winds go sighing For sweet things dying.

Hurt no living thing: Ladybird, nor butterfly, Nor moth with dusty wing.

When I am dead, my dearest,Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head,Nor shady cypress tree.Be the green grass above meWith showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, rememberAnd if thou wilt, forget.

Oh roses for the flush of youth,And laurel for the perfect prime;But pluck an ivy branch for meGrown old before my time.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I: But when the trees bow down their head, The wind is passing by.

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

Autumn is the bite of the harvest apple.

Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.

Before green apples blush, Before green nuts embrown, Why, one day in the country, Is worth a month in town...

Were there no God, we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

One day in the country Is worth a month in town

When I Am Dead, My Dearest When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress-tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.