Quotes About Nature

Do you ne'er think what wondrous beings these? Do you ne'er think who made them, and who taught The dialect they speak, where melodies Alone are the interpreters of thought? Whose household words are songs in many keys, Sweeter than instrument of man e'er caught!

Art is the child of Nature; yes, Her darling child, in whom we trace The features of the mother's face, Her aspect and her attitude, All her majestic loveliness Chastened and softened and subdued Into a more attractive grace, And with a human sense imbued. He is the greatest artist, then, Whether of pencil or of pen, Who follows Nature.

The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, -- the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature; but without it no true Aurum Potabile, or Elixir of Life, can be made.

The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. The elements have no forbearance. The fire burns, the water drowns, the air consumes, the earth buries. And perhaps it would be well for our race if the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Man were as inevitable as the punishment of crimes against the Laws of Nature, -- were Man as unerring in his judgments as Nature.

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full of flowers.

Simplicity is the character of the spring of life.

Some sorrows are but footprints in the snow, which the genial sun effaces, or, if it does not wholly efface, changes into dimples.

Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain remembered words Hang empty 'mid the cobwebs of his dreams!

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

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

Far off I hear the crowing of the cocks, And through the opening door that time unlocks Feel the fresh breathing of To-morrow creep.

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish.

Turn, turn, my wheel! All things must change To something new, to something strange; 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, To-morrow be to-day.

God's voice was not in the earthquake, Not in the fire, nor the storm, but it was in the whispering breezes.

Daphnis is beautiful, yes, but so are the flowers. His pipe sends forth beautiful sounds, yes, but so do the nightingales. But no words come to me about those things. I wish that I could be his pipe so he could breathe into me all day. — - Longus, Daphnis and Chloe

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy

Es la mujer del hombre lo más bueno, y locura decir que lo más malo; su vida suele ser y su regalo, su muerte suele ser y su veneno. Cielo a los ojos, cándido y sereno, que muchas veces al infierno igualo; por bueno, al Mundo, su valor señalo; por malo, al hombre, su rigor condeno. Ella nos da su sangre, ella nos cría; no

By nature I am not tough, believe it or not. I am a lover. And with my kids I am even softer.

Wolves eat cats for dinner. By God, I wanna be a wolf. ~Kane Tyler~

Death, lonely death, Beneath the withered leaves.

Death, vicious death, Leave a green branch for love.

Love is the kiss in the quiet nest while the leaves are trembling, mirrored in the water.

In each thing there is an insinuation of death. Stillness, silence, serenity are all apprenticeships.

Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once.