Quotes About Nature

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. - from Fisherman's Luck

Use what talent you possess the woods would be very silent if no birds sang except those that sang best.

The woods would be quiet if no bird sang but the one that sang best.

Use what talents you possess; the woods would be very quiet if only those birds sing there that sang best.

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.

He that planteth a tree is a servant of God, he provideth a kindness for many generations, and faces that he hath not seen shall bless him.

When thou dost shine, darkness looks white and fair, Forms turn to music, clouds to smiles and air; Rain gently spends his honey-drops, and pours Balm on the cleft earth, milk on grass and flowers. Bright pledge of peace and sunshine!

And here in the dust and dirt, O here, the lilies of His love appear.

He that hath found some fledg'd bird's nest, may know At first sight, if the bird be flown; But what fair well or grove he sings in now, That is to him unknown

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

From the waterfall he named her,Minnehaha, Laughing Water.

I hear the wind among the trees Playing the celestial symphonies; I see the branches downward bent, Like keys of some great instrument.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; The moon will wax, the moon will wane, The mist and cloud will turn to rain, The rain to mist and cloud again, Tomorrow be today.

The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain.

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks…Stand like Druids of old.

The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.

Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers; Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.

The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of Night,As a feather is wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.

There he goes, in his long russet surtout, sweeping down yonder gravel-walk, beneath the trees, like a yellow leaf in autumn wafted along by a fitful gust of wind.

The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain.

Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit.

Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.