Quotes About Nature

With people you can never tell, Will they have changed when next we meet? But here in my dear old home at least, The plums still smell as sweet. / ???? ????? ????? ???? ???????

Impassionate gods have never seen the red that is the Tatsuta River. /????? ?????? ??? ??????? ??????

You crawled inside myribs to die. Giant becomes squirrelbecomes a dirt-wet girlfeverishly alive.

The morning slathers its whateveracross the thing.

No one's serious at seventeen, When lindens line the promenades

You were, arecactus tourism. meeting you: granularfractals borrowed from oceans.

Some people wait to get flowers while others grow gardens.

The machines are too dull when weare lion-poems that move & breathe.

a storm that walked on legs of lightning, dragging its shaggy belly over the fields.

Concrete breathes sun's heat.

Why is it that you still beguile me –As wind, stone, bird – and all the likes? Why is that you smile on me – With sudden summer lightning strikes?

The mind that finds its way to wild places is the poet's but the mind that never finds its way back is the lunatic's.

Laying in a hammock, darkness surrounds me.

It is written on the arched sky it looks out from every star. It is the poetry of Nature it is that which uplifts the spirit within us.

Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have to support the beauty, the poetry, of life.

All political lives, unless they are cut off in midstream at a happy juncture, end in failure, because that is the nature of politics and of human affairs.

Man is by nature a political animal.

I know he'd be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly.

A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.

A hypocrite is the kind of politician who would cut down a redwood tree, then mount the stump and make a speech for conservation.

Man in general, if reduced to himself, is too wicked to be free.

When the goal of political action is no longer the defense of liberty, no word other than demagoguery can describe the despicable nature of politics.

Politics is applied biology.