Nature Quotes - Page 18

...all his thoughts were of how lucky he was to inhabit such a beautiful earth, how lucky he had been to solve his problems with music, and how pleasant it was to look forward to another night of sleep and another day tomorrow, and the fresh morning, and the light that returns with the day.

The answers to your problems lie all around you. The keys to your self-discovery are waiting to be found in each sunset, each pair of eyes, each breath of fresh air. Listen to the symphony of life and you will hear yourself. Find the beauty of nature and you have found your soul.

A beautiful sentence and a beautiful sunset derive from the same source.

Open your eyes and observe the beauty of nature.

When you travel observe the beauty of the place.

Nature is amazing wonder.

The renewal and beauty of nature is awesome to behold, but the magnificent beauty and power of the pristine Soul is beyond the expression of mere words.

I suddenly asked my master Caeiro, “Are you at peace with yourself?” and he answered, “No, I’m at peace.” It was like the voice of the earth, which is everything and no one.

Nothing: a landscape, a glass of wine, a little loveless love, and the vague sadness caused by our understanding nothing and having lost the little we're given.

in exceptional circumstances - exceptional in that all circumstances in life are exceptional, especially those which are nothing in themselves and come to be everything in their results.

Nature never remembers, that’s why she’s beautiful.

Let’s only care about the place where we are.
There’s beauty enough in being here and not anywhere else.
If there’s someone beyond the curve in the road,
Let them worry about what’s past the curve in the road,
That’s what the road is to them.

Bees blew like cake-crumbs through the golden air, white butterflies like sugared wafers, and when it wasn't raining a diamond dust took over which veiled and yet magnified all things

It seems to me nothing man has done or built on this land is an improvement over what was here before.

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

It’s stranger than every strangeness
And the dreams of all the poets
And the thoughts of all the philosophers,
That things are really what they seem to be
And there’s nothing to understand.

The man stopped talking and was looking at the sunset.
But what does someone who hates and loves want with a sunset?

Also at times, on the surface of streams,
Water?bubbles form
And grow and burst
And have no meaning at all
Except that they’re water?bubbles
Growing and bursting.

Yes, this is what my senses alone have learned: -
Things don’t have significance: they only have existence.
Things are the only hidden meaning of things.

A row of trees far away, there on the hillside.
But what is it, a row of trees? It’s just trees.
Row and the plural trees aren’t things, they’re names.