Nature Quotes

A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.

A quiet secluded life in the country, with the possibility of being useful to people to whom it is easy to do good, and who are not accustomed to have it done to them; then work which one hopes may be of some use; then rest, nature, books, music, love for one's neighbor - such is my idea of happiness.

In youth, it was a way I had,
To do my best to please.
And change, with every passing lad
To suit his theories.

But now I know the things I know
And do the things I do,
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you.

This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy.

Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind.

Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.

To become vegetarian is to step into the stream which leads to nirvana.

An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.

The recipe for great art has always been misery and a good bowel movement.

Fall in love.. that is fine, but just make sure you fall deep enough to stay there forever.

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God.

Nature is an outcry, unpolished truth; the art - a euphemism - tamed wilderness.

You never know who you're inspiring or uninspiring. People notice more than you think.

Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

The truest art I would strive for in any work would be to give the page the same qualities as earth: weather would land on it harshly; light would elucidate the most difficult truths; wind would sweep away obtuse padding.

Nature fits all her children with something to do, he who would write and can't write, can surely review.

Put your mouthful of words away
and come with me to watch
the lilies open in such a field,
growing there like yachts,
slowly steering their petals
without nurses or clocks.

A chronic poet should always be an inveterate nature-lover.

The ones who appear to be unemotional are in real the most emotional ones.