Quotes About Nature

Water is the ink that writes the poetry of life.

I come here to speak poetry. It will always be in the grass. It will also be necessary to bend down to hear it. It will always be too simple to be discussed in assemblies.

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

There is a majesty and mystery in nature, take her as you will. The essence of poetry comes breathing to a mind that feels from every province of her empire.

Poetry is a whim of Nature in her lighter moods; it requires nothing but its own madness and, lacking that, it becomes a soundless cymbal, a belfry without a bell.

We ran as if to meet the moon.

The wind is the moon's imagination wandering.

Books are carefully folded forests/void of autumn/bound from the sun

It costs me never a stab nor squirm / To tread by chance upon a worm. / Aha, my little dear, / I say, Your clan will pay me back one day.

Nothing reminds us of an awakening more than rain.

I got saved by poetry. And I got saved by the beauty of the world.

I testify to rainbow feathers, to the span of heaven and walls of colour, the colonnades of jasper.

Laying out grounds may be considered a liberal art, in some sort like poetry and painting.

The true poet is called to take in the splendor of the world and for that reason will always be inclined to praise rather than tofind fault.

Poetry is one of the original arts, and it began, as did all the fine arts, within the original wilderness of the earth.

Shut up the door: who loves me must not look / Upon the withered world, but haste to bring / His lighted candle, and his story-book, / And live with me the poetry of spring.

I wrote a lot of poetry that was based on stories of the sea and I was really inspired by that.

A theologian who does not love art, poetry, music and nature can be dangerous. Blindness and deafness toward the beautiful are not incidental; they necessarily are reflected in his theology.

Poets are born, not paid.

Angling is somewhat like poetry, men are to be born so: I mean, with inclinations to it, though both may be heightened by discourse and practice

Wordsworth went to the Lakes, but he was never a lake poet. He found in stones the sermons he had already hidden there.

And all poets love dust and mist because all the last answers. Go running back to dust and mist.

The poetry is the Earth, charming; The river, flowing from lofty mountains; Nature, a young woman and a heavenly plant with blossoming flowers, slinking in the garden of the mind.

Without painting, sculpture, music, poetry, and the emotions produced by natural beauty of every kind, life would lose half its charm.