Quotes About Nature

I entered my room, and undrew the window-curtains, just in time to see the sun burst in glory from his ocean-prison, and clothe the world in the light of a new day.

In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight—

Alice didn't like being criticised, so she began asking questions. Aren't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with nobody to take care of you? There's the tree in the middle, said the Rose: what else is it good for? But what could it do, if any danger came? Alice asked. It could bark, said the Rose. It says 'Bough-wough!' cried a Daisy, that's why its branches are called boughs!

daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.

Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?

I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.

You may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.

Aren't you sometimes frightened at being planted out here, with nobody to take care of you?' 'There's the tree in the middle,' said the Rose:'what else is it good for?' 'But what could it do, if any danger came?' Alice asked. 'It could bark,' said the Rose.

Alice 'without pictures or conversation?' So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking

get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank

En la mayoría de los jardines las flores están plantadas en unos lechos tan blandos que siempre están dormidas.

Te estás empezando a marchitar, ¿sabes?, y cuando llega ese momento nadie puede evitar que sus pétalos estén desordenados.

There were a number of tiny little brooks running straight across it from side to side, and the ground between was divided up into squares by a number of little green hedges, that reached from brook to brook.

He was overwhelmed by the beauty of the world. Beside that nothing seemed to matter.

Me pregunto si será por amor por lo que la nieve besa tan delicadamente a los árboles y a los campos

first kneeling to thank that unseen Friend, who sends you the beautiful sun?

So that was Chris and her reading and schooling, two Chrisses there were that fought for her heart and tormented her. You hated the land and the coarse speak of the folk and learning was brave and fine one day; and the next you'd waken with the peewits crying across the hills, deep and deep, crying in the heart of you and the smell of the earth in your face, almost you'd cry for that, the beauty of it and the sweetness of the Scottish land and skies.

there were lovely things in the world, lovely that didn't endure, and the lovelier for that... Nothing endures.

If we had better hearing, and could discern the descants of sea birds, the rhythmic tympani of schools of mollusks, or even the distant harmonics of midges hanging over meadows in the sun, the combined sound might lift us off our feet.

The oldest, easiest to swallow idea was that the earth was man's personal property, a combination of garden, zoo, bank vault, and energy source, placed at our disposal to be consumed, ornamented, or pulled apart as we wished.

The greatest single achievement of nature to date was surely the invention of the molecule DNA.

Nature abhors a long silence.

Bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, Startle the forest and make the heights tremble. Clouds darken beneath the darkness of rain, streams pale with a pallor of mist. The gods of Thunder and Lightning Shatter the whole range

A dog's bark amid the water's sound, Peach blossom that's made thicker by the rain. Deep in the trees, I sometimes see a deer, And at the stream I hear no noonday bell. Wild bamboo divides the green mist, A flying spring hangs from the jasper peak. No-one knows the place to which he's gone, Sadly, I lean on two or three pines