Thursday, 21 February 2013

Nature Quotes

Man's heart away from nature becomes hard.
{Standing Bear}

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!
{John Muir}

Adopt the pace of nature her secret is patience.
{Ralph Waldo Emerson}

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.
{George Washington Carver}

How strange that Nature does not knock, and yet does not in trude!
{Emily Dickinson, letter to Mrs. J.S. Cooper, 1880}

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown for going out, I found, was really going in.
{John Muir, 1913, in L.M. Wolfe, ed. John Muir, John of the Mountains: The Unpublished Journals, of John Muir, 1938}

Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the cloudes, look at the stars...and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole existence is joyful. Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason; they are not going to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to become rich and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the flowers for no reason. It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
{John Muir}

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
{Kahlil Gibran}

I think it pisses God off if you walk by the color purple in a field somewhere and don't take notice.
{Alice Walker, The Color Purple, 1982}

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew___wet red berries in a cup.
{Wendell Berry}

And how should a beautiful, ignorant stream of water know it heads for an early release out across the desert, running toward the Gulf, below sea level, to murmur its lullaby, and see the Imperial Valley rise out of burning sand with cotton blossoms, wheat watermelons, roses, how should it know?
{Carl Sandburg, Good Morning America, 1928}

I think you God for this most amazing day, for leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
{E.E. Cummings}

The poetry of the earth is never dead.
{John Keats}

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and popular trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful. Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail, and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me........ I am happy.
{Hamlin Garland, McClure's February 1899}

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.
{Charles A. Lindbergh, Life, 22 December 1967}

After all, I don't see why I am always asking for private, individual, selfish miracles when every year there are miracles like white dogwood.
{Anne Morrow Lindbergh}

Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.
{Juvenal, Satires}
There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more.
{George Gordon, Lord Byron, Childe Harold's Pilgrimage 1818}

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