Quotes About Nature

Nature arms each man with some faculty which enables him to do easily some feat impossible to any other.

So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have their endings.

Nature reacts not only to physical disease but also to moral weakness when the danger increases she gives us greater courage.

My dad always told me: 'Stop and look back and appreciate what you've done; stop and smell the flowers.'

A salamander can grow a new tail in three weeks. My dad can score new tail in three minutes.

Oh it's a pebble... But it's a really nice pebble Dad thanks.

If you catch poisonous fish, throw it back into the sea.

Whenever you want to see me, always look at the sunset; I will be there.

The death-bed of a day, how beautiful!

Shed no tear - O, shed no tear! The flower will bloom another year. Weep no more - O, weep no more! Young buds sleep in the root's white core.

Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.

As long as you are not aware of the continual law of Die and Be Again, you are merely a vague guest on a dark Earth.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.

When the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

Because the world is so full of death and horror, I try again and again to console my heart and pick the flowers that grow in the midst of hell.

If it's natural to kill, how come men have to go into training to learn how?

The smallest sprout shows there is really no death.

Everything ends with flowers.

Sunk in the grass of an empty lot on a spring Saturday, I split the stems of milkweed and thought about ants and peach pits and death and where the world went when I closed my eyes.

I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.

Pain is nature's way of telling you to slow down. Death is nature's way of telling you to stop.

Everything you cherish Throws you over in the end Thorns will grab your ankles From the gardens that you tend.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.