Quotes About Nature

As a gardener, I wonder if flowers really can't speak or just exercise unfailing good judgment in the matter.

The best things in life are not only free, they require less assembly.

Name the season's first hurricane Zelda and fool Mother Nature into calling it a year.

There is in all animals a sense of duty that man condescends to call instinct.

Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere.

In nature we see where God has been. In our fellow man, we see where He is still at work.

From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return."

As a gardener, I'm among those who believe that much of the evidence of God's existence has been planted.

If God had wanted to be a big secret, He would not have created babbling brooks and whispering pines.

In every gardener there is a child who believes in The Seed Fairy.

Traduire le vent invisible par l'eau qu'il sculpte en passant.

Un cri, un bruit. Leur résonance nous fait deviner une maison, une forêt, une plaine, une montagne. Leur rebond nous indique des distances.

'Twas here we loved in sunnier days and greener; And now, in this disconsolate decay, I come to see her where I most have seen her, And touch the happier day.

For beauty being the best of all we know Sums up the unsearchable and secret aims Of nature.

There's not a ship in sight; And as the sun goes under Thick clouds conspire to cover The moon that should rise yonder. Thou art alone, fond lover.

And dead leaves wrap the fruits that summer planted: And birds that love the South have taken wing. The wanderer, loitering o'er the scene enchanted, Weeps, and despairs of spring.

I know that if odour were visible, as colour is, I'd see the summer garden in rainbow clouds.

I there before thee, in the country that well thou knowest, Already arrived am inhaling the odorous air: I watch thee enter unerringly where thou goest, And anchor queen of the strange shipping there, Thy sails for awnings spread, thy masts bare: Nor is aught from the foaming reef to the snow-capp'd grandest Peak, that is over the feathery palms, more fair Than thou, so upright, so stately and still thou standest. (A Passer-by)

I hold the very simpleminded view that everything is related to everything else-and that every one is related to everyone else, and that every species is related to every other. The only way out of this tissue of interrelations, it seems to me, is to stop paying attention, and to substitute something else-hallucination, greed, pride, or hatred, for example-for sensuous connection to the facts. I think it is not the world's task to entertain us, but ours to take an interest in the world.

If a man walk in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer; but if he spends his whole day as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making earth bald before her time, he is esteemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.

myths are not just stories: they are narrative hypotheses, personified theorems that address the very nature of the world... Myths are really about the nature of nature...

Gold as it was, is, shall be evermore: Prime nature with an added artistry No carat lost, and you have gained a ring. What of it? 'T is a figure, a symbol, say; A thing's sign: now for the thing signified.

The peerless cup afloat Of the lake-lily is an urn some nymph Swims bearing high above her head.

Irks care the crop-full bird? Frets doubt the maw-crammed beast?