Quotes About Nature

I know who visits your dream, Dark One. Say her name. Her smile streaks like lightning through clouds of sleep. ?y?ma, she has nothing with which to repay you. Such impatience, biha?ga! Don't wake my sleeping ?y?ma. And you, moon, pour down your cold milk on the sun's too early fire.

If you shed tears when you miss the sun, you also miss the stars.

their power till they are not only reasonably free from the tyranny of Nature and human neighbours, but have

You are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side'', said the dewdrop to the lake.

The hills are like shouts of children who raise their arms, trying to catch the stars

If there are a few good people in the world, let them be, but may all others remain natural. Otherwise, work can't go on, nor can the soul survive.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

By plucking her petals you do not gather the beauty of the flower.

Everybody's 12 years old in an apple orchard.

If you take away the presence of the salesman from the process of buying, you change the nature of shopping out of all recognition because you remove the element of interaction between two people.

If you take away the presence of the salesman from the process of buying, you change the nature of shopping out of all recognition because you remove the element of interaction between two people. Such

I think believing in something is what matters most. Believe in nature or believe in love or believe that by doing the right thing you can make some difference to another human being or an entire generation.

It is a wholesome and necessary thing for us to turn again to the earth and in the contemplation of her beauties to know of wonder and humility.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strengths that will endure as life lasts

If there is poetry in my book about the sea, it is not because I deliberately put it there, but because no one could write truthfully about the sea and leave out the poetry

A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.

As crude a weapon as the cave man's club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life.

It is a curious situation that the sea, from which life first arose, should now be threatened by the activities of one form of that life.

Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.

The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place. All through the long history of Earth it has been an area of unrest where waves have broken heavily against the land, where the tides have pressed forward over the continents, receded, and then returned. For no two successive days is the shore line precisely the same.

In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, water along with other resources has become the victim of his indifference.

Beginnings are apt to be shadowy and so it is the beginnings of the great mother life, the sea.

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