Quotes About Nature

The rainy Pleiads wester, Orion plunges prone, The stroke of midnight ceases, And I lie down alone. The rainy Pleiads wester And seek beyond the sea The head that I shall dream of, And 'twill not dream of me.

Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That's the problem.

Oh, Eeyore, you are wet!" said Piglet, feeling him. Eeyore shook himself, and asked somebody to explain to Piglet what happened when you had been inside a river for quite a long time.

The nicest thing about the rain is that it always stops. Eventually.

It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone.

With innovation and technology, seems we have forgotten to cherish the true beauty the world has to offer.

I could walk forever and a mile with one beautiful girl.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry nowIs hung with bloom along the bough.

The fairies break their dances And leave the printed lawn.

June suns, you cannot store them To warm the winter's cold...

By brooks too broad for leapingThe lightfoot boys are laid.

Oh tarnish late on Wenlock Edge,Gold that I never see.

Far in a western brooklandThat bred me long agoThe poplars stand and trembleBy pools I used to know.

Some seed the bird devours, And some the season mars, But here and there will flower The solitary stars, And fields will yearly bear them, As light-leaved spring comes on, And luckless lads will wear them When I am dead and gone.

It was all born suddenly, in a tempestuous wind. Eagles awoke out of turkey eggs.

She told me about rolling hills covered with cornfields and treeless miles of land without water. I dreamt of cornfields dotted with yellow rosebushes

On the rocks of a bay so blue, it made her gray eyes glow.

Most magic wasn't even magic. It just was.

The end of a summer day; Sweet love dead.

In nature there are few sharp lines.

the sunlight has neverheard of trees

I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants.

Knowledge acquired outdoors always seems to have a greater, hardier wisdom than the stuff you find at a desk on a computer.