Quotes About Nature

It was her nature...her weakness, that for her loving another human being must always have this intensity...this absoluteness.

O Atlântico é uma cama de plumas de cisne, o futuro é feito de plumas e nuvens e Sarangerel. (...) Uma vida inteira a sonhar com uma pessoa, imaginando um leito de plumas de cisne tão macio, ou a sombra acariciante de um coqueiro.

Fui dar uma olhadela à floresta-rainha, o Mayombe, claro. (...) fui apenas respirar um pouco aqueles ares e rever os desenhos das sombras nas folhagens das árvores descomunais. Só queria apreciar de novo as centenas de tonalidades do verde que transpareciam pelo sol e seus reflexos nos troncos indo do negro ao amarelo. Os antigos cheiros voltavam a brincar com o meu nariz, os cheiros da floresta nunca esquecem.

I see the shape of the wind on the water...

the young swans as big as their parents now, but still grey and it looks peculiar, like two different species swimming in a line, alike in all their movements, and no doubt they think they are the same, while everyone can see that they are not.

Isn't it fun,' she said and she smiled. I let the oars rest in the rowlocks. The water around the boat fell silent, and silently the cabin was floating up above the rocks and the smoke rose softly from the chimney, and how impossible it was to grasp that in the end something as fine as this could be ground into dust.

I could suddenly get a longing to be in a place where there was only silence. Years might go by and I did not think about it, but that does not mean that I did not long to be there. And now I am here, and it is almost exactly as I had imagined it.

There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through the summer is not heard or seen, as if it could not be, as if it had not been!

Only nature knows how to justly proportion to the fault the punishment it deserves.

Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O, wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder....

The great secret of morals is love; or a going out of our own nature, and an identification of ourselves with the beautiful which exists in thought, action, or person not our own…. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination; and poetry administers to the effect by acting upon the cause.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit!Bird thou never wert,That from Heaven, or near it,Pourest thy full heartIn profuse strains of unpremeditated art.

I love snow, snow, and all the forms of radiant frost.

The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind,If winter comes, can spring be far behind?

The young moon has fed Her exhausted horn With the sunset's fire.

He is made one with Nature: there is heardHis voice in all her music, from the moanOf thunder to the song of night's sweet bird.

O, wind, if winter comes, can spring be far behind?

Far clouds of feathery gold, Shaded with deepest purple, gleam Like islands on a dark blue sea.

He is a portion of the lovelinessWhich once he made more lovely.

Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is:What if my leaves are falling like its own!The tumult of thy mighty harmoniesWill take from both a deep, autumnal tone,Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce,My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!

I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams....

What! alive, and so bold, O earth?