Quotes About Nature

The wilderness and the idea of wilderness is one of the permanent homes of the human spirit.

I came home at dusk with my ears ringing from the quiet.

We need to discover a common middle ground in which all of these things, from the city to the wilderness, can somehow be encompassed in the word "home."

There is no such thing as a weekend for me when I'm at home on my ranch in Oregon.

I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home.

Niagara Falls is simply a vast unnecessary amount of water going over the wrong way and then falling over unnecessary cliffs...The wonder would be if the water did not fall.

Time is the nervous system of narration, whether factual or fictive. If it gets confused some of the minutiae of human nature are certain not to work, not to glow, not to strike home.

Home is where my horse is.

There comes a moment, when you get lost in the woods, when the woods begin to feel like home.

A mountaineer's house, before being his home and the home of his family, is the home of God and of guests.

Why do we keep believing that we can control nature,even as it banishes us repeatedly from our homes in search of new fertile ground?

I think what you notice most when you haven't been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.

My favourite plant is the foxglove. I think they are a perfect balance between being a garden plant and a wild plant, as at home in woodland as they are in a city.

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

Prescott National Forest is right on the edge of my home in Arizona.

... the same hand that made trees and fields and flowers, the seas and hills, the clouds and sky, has been making a home for us called heaven.

Land is the secure ground of home, the sea is like life, the outside, the unknown.

And whiter grows the foam, The small moon lightens more; And as I turn me home, My shadow walks before.

Tanglewood [summer home of the Boston Symphony Orchestra] was a place where gods strode the earth.

We do not go to the green woods and crystal waters to rough it, we go to smooth it. We get it rough enough at home, in towns and cities.

When I'm at home in Virginia, I become more hermit-like. I like my own home.

At length his lonely cot appears in view, Beneath the shelter of an aged tree; Th' expectant wee-things, toddling, stacher thro' To meet their Dad, wi' flichterin noise an' glee.

May we live like the lotus, at home in muddy water.

Italy is definitely where I feel most at home, or alternatively, living in total wilderness, in the bush in Australia.