Quotes About Nature

Lovers are fools, but Nature makes them so.

Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze ...

Flowers continuously bloom and die, just like love

Whatever you are from nature, keep to it; never desert your own line of talent. Be what nature intended you for, and you will succeed; be anything else, and you will be ten thousand times worse than nothing.

He that plants trees loves others besides himself.

Blow O wind to where my loved one is. Touch him and come touch me soon. I'll feel his gentle touch through you and meet his beauty in the moon. These things are much for the one who loves. One can live by them alone: that he and I breathe the same air and that the Earth we tread is one.

An old man loved is winter with flowers

Love makes the wildest spirit tame, and the tamest spirit wild.

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

The fog is rising.

Let us cross over the river and rest under the shade of the trees.

It is at the edge of a petal that love waits.

Nature loves a burst of energy.

When we understand that man is the only animal who must create meaning, who must open a wedge into neutral nature, we already understand the essence of love. Love is the problem of an animal who must find life, create a dialogue with nature in order to experience his own being.

In the end we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

Perhaps extreme danger strips us of all pretenses, all ambitions, all confusions, focusing us more intensely than we are otherwise ever focused, so that we remember what we otherwise spend most of our lives forgetting: that our nature and purpose is, more than anything else, to love and to make love, to take joy from the beauty of the world, to live with an awareness that the future is not as real a place for any of us as are the present and the past.

What I need to live has been given to me by the earth. Why I need to live has been given to me by you.

The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms Without the aid of the seasons.

Here are fruits, flowers, leaves, and branches, And here is my heart which beats only for you.

I wished for nothing beyond her smile, and to walk with her thus, hand in hand, along a sun-warmed, flower-bordered path.

Love, by its very nature, is unworldly, and it is for this reason rather than its rarity that it is not only apolitical but anti-political, perhaps the most powerful of all anti-political human forces.