“I am sorry they mistook your kindness for weakness, Don’t they know? It takes a strong heart to pump all this blood, all this trying, all this willingness to be open when everyone around is trying to force you closed. You warrior with a purple heart. You lover with a Grand Canyon of possibility. The…”— Ari Eastman, thoughtcatalog.com
“"There was a storm in her eyes rocky seas from a hundred stormy nights but also there was a light a warm wind from a distant shore so that's here I headed towards the light that shone in her eyes with gentle seas."”— Atticus, instagram.com
“This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.”— John Muir, amazon.com
“Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mother's face.”— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, amazon.com
“I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority.”— E. B. White, amazon.com
“I felt like lying down by the side of the trail and remembering it all. The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of all like golden eternities of past child…”— Jack Kerouac, amazon.com
“We need the tonic of wildness... At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.”— Henry David Thoreau, amazon.com
“He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.”— Jack London, amazon.com
“Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.”— Rachel Carson, amazon.com
“Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.”— Elizabeth Kübler Ross, goodreads.com
“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery — air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, 'This is what it is to be happy.'”— Sylvia Plath, amazon.com
“expose your heartbeat and you’ll feel the heat from the stars as they course through your body and unstitch your scars and open you up to the strangers whose potential you’ve thrown into surrender this whole time. You’ll remember how it felt to feel alive, how it felt to feel full and thrive on some…”— Bianca Sparacino, thoughtcatalog.com
“After a visit to the beach, it’s hard to believe that we live in a material world.”— Pam Shaw, chickensoup.com
“Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.”— Frank Lloyd Wright, amazon.com
“I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the 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, amazon.com
“The best remedy for those who are frightened, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature’s beauty and simplicity.”— Ann Frank, amazon.com
“As you ride or walk along the winding road up the level valley amid the noble pines and spruces and oaks, and past the groves and bits of meadow and the camps of many tents, and the huge mossy granite boulders here and there reposing in the shade of the trees, with the full, clear, silent river wind…”— John Burroughs, amazon.com