Quotes About Nature

What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona, on a hot day in June?

All land, no matter what has happened to it, has over it a grace, an absolutely persistent beauty.

He whom nature thus bereaves, Is ever fancy's favourite child; For thee enchanted dreams she weaves Of changeful beauty, bright and wild.

Flowers are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty out values all the utilities of the world. If dandelions were hard to grow, they would be most welcome on any lawn.

But aren't many gardens beautiful because they are imperfect?...aren't the strange, new flowers that arise by mistake or misadventure as pleasing as the well-tended and planned?

Pity! The southerly trees have shed their leaves. Nobody comes to appreciate the mountain's beauty. Tomorrow I too will float away. My reflection gone from cool streams.

Beauty is like an almanack: if it lasts a year it is well.

All mathematical laws which we find in Nature are always suspect to me, in spite of their beauty. They give me no pleasure. They are merely auxiliaries. At close range it is all not true.

Leaves are the Greek, flowers the Italian, phase of the spirit of beauty that reveals itself through the flora of the globe.

Whoever has not ascended mountains knows little of the beauties of Nature.

All beauty comes from beautiful blood and a beautiful brain.

Behold the groves that shine with silver frost, their beauty withered, and their verdure lost!

I am a parasite off beauty.

But I fear, my lot being cast in Scotland, that beauty would not be content.

Nowhere in this country, from sea to sea, does nature comfort us with such assurance of plenty, such rich and tranquil beauty as in those unsung, unpainted hills of Pennsylvania.

Beauty is what sustains things, although beauty is underwritten by pain and fear.

Beauty may be perceived in any scene by one with sympathy and understanding. Beauty is in the mind.

What place is so rugged and so homely that there is no beauty; if you only have a sensibility to beauty?

Beauty is the garden scent of roses, murmuring water flowing gently...Can words describe the indescribable?

Beauty surrounds us.

I woke to the sound of rain.

When we hew or delve: After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.

The thing which we speak of as beauty does not have to be sought in distant lands. . . . It is here about us or it is nowhere.

The eye encompasses the beauty of the whole world.