Quotes About Nature

He who delights in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.

The soul that sees beauty, may sometimes walk alone.

I am shy by nature and in a way it is a blessing in disguise because being alone does not really make me feel lonely and it is better to be alone with your thoughts rather than in a crowd.

Another thing I like to do is sit back and take in nature. To look at the birds, listen to their singing, go hiking, camping and jogging and running, walking along the beach, playing games and sometimes being alone with the great outdoors. It's very special to me.

Instead of getting periods once a month, can girls just get a text from mother nature saying 'You're not pregnant have a nice day!'

We've all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we choose to act on. That's who we really are.

coming to the end of spring / my grandmother kicks off her shoes / steps out of her faltering body.

Notre nature est dans le mouvement; le repos entier est la mort. Our nature consists in movement; absolute rest is death.

The penalty for planting the wrong thing in the wrong place is death.

I don't really like the autumn. For me it is the beginning of winter and I hate the winter. White, the colour of death.

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

Only with the death it comes what's new, if the germen doesn't die, the plant will not be born.

Death frees the beast.

The thought of death sits easy on the man Who has been born and dies among the mountains.

Death devours all lovely things.

It was autumn, the springtime of death.

Gray hairs are death's blossoms.

Here will I live in the rainy season, here in the autumn and in the summer: thus muses the fool. He realizes not the danger (of death).

In the first moments when we come away from the presence of death, every other relation to the living is merged, to our feeling, in the great relation of a common nature and a common destiny.

The death of a young wolfe doth never come too soon.

When we are dead; rugs are no richer than a quick-thorn bed.

Planting is one of my great amusements, and even of those things which can only be for posterity, for a Septuagenary has no right to count on any thing but annuals.

In every cradle decked with rosy wreath Lurk germs of death.

I went down to the river, I set down on the bank.I tried to think but couldn't, So I jumped in and sank.