Quotes About Nature

Come il fiore già rigoglioso sullo stelo cade insieme col fiorellino ancora in boccio, al passar della falce che pareggia tutte l'erbe del prato.

I see," said the Count. From beneath the oafish face bestowed upon him by nature, and disguised beneath layers of diplomacy, a ray of malice flashed through that was beautiful to witness.

Anyone who spotted a weed in a neglected field—a nice wild sorrel, say—and wanted to know whether it had come from a seed that had sprouted in the field, was blown in by the wind, or had been dropped there by a bird, would never, no matter how long they pondered it, reach a conclusion

come il fiore già rigoglioso sullo stelo cade insieme col fiorellino ancora in boccia, al passar della falce che pareggia tutte l'erbe del prato

Era, dico, una cosa singolare a vedere alcune di quelle capre, ritte e quiete sopra questo o quel bambino, dargli la poppa; e qualche altra accorrere a un vagito, come con senso materno, e fermarsi presso il piccolo allievo, e procuprar d'accomodarcisi sopra, e belare, e dimenarsi, quasi chiamando chi venisse in aiuto a tutt'e due.

When sad she brings the thunder And her tears, they bring the rain When ill she feeds a poison To us all to fell her pain Her smiles they bring the sunshine And the laughter and the wind And the birds they go on singing And the world is whole again. "Smile, sweet Sunday," Wednesday whispered in her ear. "The birds need your love so they can lift their wings.

green emerald.

It was surrounded by dense forest of 'Tarkashan'. Mount Kung pointed at Mount Efildar

While the idea of worshipping numbers may now seem bizarre, it perhaps reflects the scale of wonderment at the discovery of the first fragments of abstract mathematical knowledge. The excitement of learning that there is order in nature, when previously you were not aware that there was any at all, must have felt like a religious awakening.

I took a punch at one of the rosebushes. It got its revenge by stabbing me in the hand.

Leaves. Hundreds, thousands, maybe millions of them, brown and yellow and red and orange, in bright piles on the concrete floor. Some were so high they almost covered the rosebushes.

Todo el mundo necesita belleza en su vida.

A rose can change your life.

You fish, swim, eat, laze around, and everyone's so friendly. It's such simple stuff, but... If i could stop the world and restart life, put the clock back, i think I'd restart it like this. For everyone.

To bare our souls is all we ask, to give all we have to life and the beings surrounding us. Here the nature spirits are intense and we appreciate them, make offerings to them - these nature spirits who call us here - sealing our fate with each other, celebrating our love.

Is this how you repay my goodness--with badness?" cried the boy. "Of course," said the crocodile out of the corner of his mouth. "That is the way of the world.

If I have been of service, if I have glimpsed more of the nature and essence of ultimate good, if I am inspired to reach wider horizons of thought and action, if I am at peace with myself, it has been a successful day.

Time can do all sorts of things. It's almost like a magician. It can turn autumn into spring and babies into children, seeds into flowers and tadpoles into frogs, caterpillars into cocoons, and cocoons into butterflies. And life into death. There's nothing that time can't do. Except run backwards. That's its trouble really, it can only go one way.

If you can't be in awe of Mother Nature, there's something wrong with you.

Children have no sympathy with growth in any world, whether of nature or of grace. Nothing pleases them but that an acorn should become an oak at once, and that immediately after the blossom should come the ripe fruit. Then it is idle to speak of the uses of patience to the inexperienced; for the moral value of the discipline of trial cannot be appreciated till the trial is past.

Il vento portò da lontano l'accenno di un canto primaverile, chissà dove, lucido e profondo si aprì un pezzetto di cielo. In questo azzurro smisurato, fra barlumi della vicina primavera piangevano burrasche invernali, si libravano sogni stellati. Timide, cupe e profonde piangevano le mie corde. Il vento portò da lontano le sue squillanti canzoni.

Inside my soul, the spring of love Will not replace the stormy weather.

When the earth opens up under your feet, be like a seed. Fall down; wait for the rain.

Did you ever see a bee lying drunk on a rose? Lost in the petal, so close you can't see its tiny burrowing. In this way, I hang as I can. As close as I can.