Quotes About Nature

It was a Greek tragedy. Nixon was fulfilling his own nature. Once it started it could not end otherwise.

We see the clouds of summer go and come, And thirsty verdure praying them to give: We cry, "O Nature, tell us why we live!" She smiles with beauty, but her lips are dumb.

The years like birds of passage go To that eternal clime, the past; And May's immortal lot is cast Upon their flight o'er all below, Like sunlight on a field of snow, Or some sweet rose-leaf on the blast.

Life is the wave's deep whisper on the shore of a great sea beyond.

The Summer-time will come again To kiss the brow of dying Spring, And, with the south wind's low refrain, A choral requiem will she sing.

The artist labors while he may, But finds at best too brief the day; And, tho' his works outlast the time And nation that they make sublime, He feels and sees that Nature knows Nothing of time in what she does, But has a leisure infinite Wherein to do her work aright.

O May! robed in your gown of flowers, Nun-like, gaze from your balmy cell, Under your crown of asphodel, And sentinel all the summer hours; Rising among your daisy bowers, Like Venus from her cradled shell!

Behold the grapes and all the fruits that Autumn gives today, as robed in red and gold, she rules, the Empress of Decay!

O May! your cheeks are sunset skies, Which the lips of the verge shall press, And the amber clouds caress-- Drifting along in the light which lies Over your soul-lit, jasmine eyes, In all its golden tenderness!

Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed.

Chaos was the law of nature; Order was the dream of man.

The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.

Knowledge of human nature is the beginning and end of political education.

Nature, to be commanded, must be obeyed. The imagination must be given not wings but weights.

For the first time in his life, Mont Blanc for a moment looked to him what it was - a chaos of anarchic and purposeless forces - and he needed days of repose to see it clothe itself again with the illusions of his senses, the white purity of its snows, the splendor of its light, and the infinity of its heavenly peace. Nature was kind; Lake Geneva was beautiful beyond itself, and the Alps put on charms real as terrors.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made, and forgot to put a soul into.

I love old gardens best- tired old garden that rest in the sun.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

Do no dishonour to the earth least you dishonour the spirit of man.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter wools.

The world to-day is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot. In my world of beach and dunes these elemental presences lived and had their being, and under their arch there moved an incomparable pageant of nature and the year.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach. I have heard them all, and of the three elemental voices, that of ocean is the most awesome, beautiful and varied.

Nature is a part of our humanity, and without some awareness and experience of that divine mystery man ceases to be man.

Our civilization has fallen out of touch with night. With lights, we drive the holiness and beauty of night back to the forests and the sea; the little villages, the crossroads even, will have none of it. Are modern folk, perhaps, afraid of night? Do they fear that vast serenity, the mystery of infinite space, the austerity of stars?