Quotes About Nature

You're talking about gold and silver, cash and securities. I'm talking about the sheer beauty of the land, the value of unpolluted parkland made wild and staying wild forever.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

The real rain dance is when the rain dances.

At dawn the waves looked like mountain ranges tipped with gold as sunbeams slanted low under burgundy clouds.

Rain drops are not synchronized yet they create that sound worth listening to.

The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.

There are certain natures of which the mutual influence is such, that the more they say, the more they have to say. For these out of association grows adhesion, and out of adhesion, amalgamation.

...knowing too that [the sky] was just a kind of rainbow made it glorious. A rainbow that was blue everywhere and covered everything.

When you take pictures of nature with passion, nature poses for you more passionately!

The constant tug between nature and civilization is what keeps on our toes. Though of course, that did rather beg the question of how you defined nature and how you defined civilization.

Harmony is about bringing things into balance and knowing how to go from sunrise to sunset. Mother Nature teaches this to us, in so many ways, each and every day.

Nature has a great simplicity and therefore a great beauty

The sea stood up before him, foaming, torn by lightning bolts, opening terrifying mouths that gobbled up the dense, hard black rains unleashed by the sky like hate.

Winter is a time to pause, reflect and renew for the coming Spring.

I'm on the side of whatever keeps the flowers growing.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.

He stood there a moment, listened to the creek, and let the mountain air blow against his face. Even with all this heartache, it was beautiful here.

And there were carved hearts in the trunks of trees with the initials of couples who felt there was no more romantic thing they could do to celebrate their love than scar the local plant life

We speak of love when we destroy nature.It sounds like innocence of cruel arrogance.

The course of nature is the art of God.

After a debauch of thundershower the weather takes the pledge and signs it with a rainbow.

Is dishwater dull? Naturalists with microscopes have told me that it teems with quiet fun.

Like a gardener I believe that what goes down must come up.

Nature is not human-hearted.