Quotes About Nature

Meet me where the sky touches the sea. Wait for me where the world begins.

Even in winter it shall be green in my heart.

There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.

My images are unashamedly idyllic and romantic, a kind of enchanted Africa. They're my elegy to a world that is steadily, tragically vanishing.

Now I believe that lovers should be draped in flowers and laid entwined together on a bed of clover and left there to sleep, left there to dream of their happiness.

What light through yonder window breaks?

Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields.

I used flowers because they die. My mood was darkly romantic at the time.

Love planted a rose, and the world turned sweet.

Momma kept a garden, which sounds romantic to people who have never held a hoe

Everything at a distance turns into poetry; distant mountains, distant people, distant events; all become Romantic.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed.

Their lips were four red roses on a stalk.

I think the American West really attracts me because it's romantic. The desert, the empty space, the drama.

This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you

For those who've never experienced a sunrise in the rural midwest, it's roughly as soft and romantic as someone's abruptly hitting the lights in a dark room.

I have a horror of sunsets; they're so romantic, so operatic.

My landscapes are not only beautiful or nostalgic, with a Romantic or classical suggestion of lost Paradises, but above all 'untruthful'.

Aye, wumman, if it's truly romantic, then it must be Scottish.

Blossoming and unfolding are basically the same thing, but blossoming is more romantic.

The most romantic region of every country is that where the mountains unite themselves with the plains or lowlands.

We all have romantic nature of one kind or another buried somewhere in our hearts.

I love giving flowers. It is so deliciously unlasting and romantic.