The poetry of the earth is never dead.
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Quotes tagged ‘Nature’
Consider how the lilies of the field grow: They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his glory was adorned like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the furnace, will He not much more clothe you,…
Nature is a part of our humanity, and without some awareness and experience of that divine mystery man ceases to be man.
Every summer morning seems to be the first in the world. Each twilight seems to be the last, solemn agony, announced at sunset by a final glow that darkens every hue. The sea is ultramarine, the road the color of clotted blood, the beach yellow. Everything disappears with the green sun; an hour late…
I hunt for a lot of reasons. I hunt because I’m an environmentalist and a conservationist. I hunt because I believe that I’m closer to the Earth when I’m engaging with it and there’s something at stake. It doesn’t have that ‘tourist’ feeling that hikes do where you’re taking posed photographs on top…
In the Grand Canyon, Arizona has a natural wonder which is in kind absolutely unparalleled throughout the rest of the world. I want to ask you to keep this great wonder of nature as it now is. I hope you will not have a building of any kind, not a summer cottage, a hotel or anything else, to mar the…
It is not what we have that will make us a great nation; it is the way in which we use it.
The lack of power to take joy in outdoor nature is as real a misfortune as the lack of power to take joy in books.
The Grand Canyon is like a hundred throusand cathedrals standing on their heads.
When your world grows darkand your soul feels heavy, rise up to meet the sky, spend the night with infinity. Let the universe wrap its arms around you as you draw courage from the stars.Rest your weary head on hopeand know that you are loved,for love is everywhere.
In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels.
A green world, a scene of green deep with light blues, the greens made deep by those blues. The air we breathe is freshly sweet, and warm, as though with berries. We are here. We are here. The earth is beautiful beyond all change.
Always dear to me this lonely hill. And I recall the eternal, and the dead seasons, and the present, living one, and the sound of her. So in this Immensity my thought drowns.
The birds around me hopped and played. Their thoughts I cannot measure — but the least motion which they made, it seemed a thrill of pleasure.
Already desiring to explore inside and out the divine forest, so dense and alive, which tempered the new day before my eyes, without delay I left the bank, proceeding slowly through the country whose ground exuded fragrance everywhere.
Do not go to human civilization. Stay in the forest! Go rather even to the animals! Be as I am—a bear among bears, a bird among birds.
You great star. What would your happiness be had you not those for whom you shine?
The trees like lungs filling with air.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture on the lonely shore.
Throw a stone into the stream and the ripples that propagate themselves are the beautiful type of all influence.