Quotes About Nature

Beauty has a lot to do with character.

Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.

Human behavior is messy and unpredictable and unconcerned with convenient symmetries.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

I want to tear myself from this place, from this reality, rise up like a cloud and float away, melt into this humid summer night and dissolve somewhere far, over the hills.

hills that stand soft and a sky that stands high and blue, and the sun setting behind a windmill, and always, always, hazy strings of mountains that fall and fall away on the horizon.

I used to picture us as two leaves, blowing miles apart in the wind yet bound by the deep tangled roots of the tree from which we had both fallen.

There's no monster...just a beautiful day.

there is a field.

I lay on the side of the dirt road next to a rocky trench, looked up to the gray morning sky, thankful for air, thankful for light, thankful to be alive.

lili lili birdbath sitting on a dirtpath minnow sat on the rim and drank slipped and in the water she sank

He thought about his long life and gave thanks for all the bounty and joy that he had been given. To want more, to wish for yet more, he knew, would be petty. He sighed happily, and listened to the wind sweeping down from the mountains, to the chirping of night birds.

But I'll take it. With open arms. Because when spring comes, it melts the snow one flake at a time, and maybe I just witnessed the first flake melting.

swear, since seeing Your face, the whole world is fraud and fantasy. The garden is bewildered as to what is leaf or blossom. The distracted birds can't distinguish the birdseed from the snare.

Di dunia ini, ada orang yang memang jahat, dan kadang-kadang mereka akan tetap jahat.

Confía tu secreto al viento, pero luego no le reproches que se lo cuente a los árboles.

I always thought clichés got a bum rap. Because, often, they're dead-on. But the aptness of the clichéd saying is overshadowed by the nature of the saying as a cliché.

It's what I always remember about being up here," Babi said. "The silence. The peace of

I wonder if he's ever tasted salt water or got dizzy watching the tide pull away from his feet

Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly. Let the morning sun forget to rise in the east, Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly.

Boys. . .didn't make a show of friendship. They felt no urge, no need. . .boys. . .treated friendship the way they treated the sun: it's existence undisputed, it's radiance best enjoyed, not beheld directly

I found a sad little fairy Beneath the shade of a paper tree. I know a sad little fairy Who was blown away by the wind one night. He

Révèle ton secret au vent, mais ne lui reproche pas de le répéter aux arbres.

desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.