Quotes About Nature

PÔR-DO-SOL EM ITATIAIA Nascente efêmeras Em clareiras súbitas Entre as luzes tardas Do imenso crapúsculo. Negros megalitos Em doce decúbito Sob o peso frágil Da pálida abóbada Calmo subjacente O vale infinito A estender-se múltiplo Inventando espaços Dilatando a angústia Criando o silêncio...

She lived passionately on very little money and a great deal of curiosity, courage, and enthusiasm for books, nature, a cigarette, a bodice she was cutting out, a concert, a lecture, a fingernail file.

But there was a salve for her wound: she could always die now, because she had drawn all her benefits from the apricot trees in autumn. Seeing them was her whole life compressed into an instant's dream.

A caress is to a shiver as dusk is to a lightning flash.

some say that the world may end with fire but some say with ice.

The true nature of soul is right knowledge, right faith and right conduct. The soul, so long as it is subject to transmigration, is undergoing evolution and involution.

As long as rivers shall run down to the sea, or shadows touch the mountain slopes, or stars graze in the vault of heaven, so long shall your honor, your name, your praises endure.

Now every field is clothed with grass, and every tree with leaves; now the woods put forth their blossoms, and the year assumes its gay attire.

May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.

Frogs in the marsh mud drone their old lament.

O farmers, pray that your summers be wet and your winters clear.

That happy place, the green groves of the dwelling of the blest.

What if Amyntas is dark? Violets are dark, too, and hyacinths.

Give me handfuls of lilies to scatter.

And no less happy he who knows the rural gods.

Prayed to the Genius of the place.

I who once played shepherds' songs and in my brash youth sang of you, O Tityrus, beneath the spreading beech.

As the twig is bent the tree inclines.

Latet anguis in herba. (There's a snake hidden in the grass)

Steep thyself in a bowl of summertime.

I will be gone from here and sing my songs/ In the forest wilderness where the wild beasts are,/ And carve in letters on the little trees/ The story of my love, and as the trees/ Will grow letters too will grow, to cry/ In a louder voice the story of my love.

Spring shows what God can do with a drab and dirty world.

O ye Sun and Moon, oh ye beans and roses, oh ye jigs and juleps, Bless ye the Lord, Praise Him and Magnify Him Forever. Amen.

Spring is beautiful, and smells sweet. Spring is when you shake the curtains, and pound on the rugs, and take off your long underwear, and wash in all the corners.