Quotes About Nature

In all of England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven

I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!

Shall earth no more inspire thee, Thou lonely dreamer now? Since passion may not fire thee, Shall nature cease to bow?

I listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever: your veins are full of ice-water; but mine are boiling, and the sight of such chillness makes them dance.

Seja qual for a matéria de que as nossas almas são feitas, a minha e a dele são iguais, e a do Linton é tão diferente delas como um raio de lua de um relâmpago, ou a geada do fogo.

I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide.

No wonder the grass grows up between the flags, and cattle are the only hedge- cutters.

It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn. There were no mutual concessions; one stood erect, and the others yielded;

Oh, I'm burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open!

and who can be ill natured and bad tempered when they encounter neither opposition nor indifference?

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.  My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

Precisamente los buenos son más egoístas que los dominantes.

In winter nothing more dreary, in summer nothing more divine, than those glens shut in by hills, and those bluff, bold swells of heath.

Juega con la flor perfumada, La rama tierna del joven árbol, Y deja mis sentimientos humanos En su propio cauce inquieto.

Take warning and begone! It's a kindness to let you have a glimpse of her genuine disposition.

l'égoïsme des natures tendres et généreuses est seulement plus justifié que celui des natures altières. Leur bonheur cessa donc quand les circonstances leur firent sentir à chacun que l'intérêt de l'un n'était pas l'objet principal des pensées de l'autre.

Meine Liebe zu Linton ist wie das Laub der Wälder. Sie unterliegt dem Wandel der Zeit, das weiß ich sehr wohl, so wie der Winter die Bäume verwandelt, doch meine Liebe zu Heathcliff gleicht dem Felsen darunter - sie ist ein Quell kaum wahrnehmbarer Freuden, aber ohne sie kann ich nicht sein.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wing breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; Oh, night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn - Stars

Nature est un problème inexplicable; elle existe sur un principe de destruction. Chaque être doit être l'instrument infatigable de la mort d'autrui, ou lui-même doit cesser de vivre, mais néanmoins nous célébrons le jour de notre naissance, et nous louons Dieu pour avoir saisi un tel monde.

This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society.  A perfect misanthropist's heaven: and Mr. Heathcliff and I are such a suitable pair to divide the desolation between us.

my companion is impatient and proposes that we should appropriate the dairy woman's cloak, and have a scamper on the moors, under its shelter.