Short Nature Quotes
The purpose of life is undoubtedly to know oneself. We cannot do it unless
we learn to identify ourselves with all that lives. The sum-total of that life is God.
As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret
the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint
myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of
the world as I can.
I frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep
an appointment with a beech tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance
among the pines
Never a day passes but that I do myself the honor to commune with some
of nature’s varied forms.
I want to realize brotherhood or identity not merely with the beings called human,
but I want to realize identity with all life, even with such beings as crawl on earth.
All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring,
I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar.
My spirit was lifted and my soul nourished by my time in the garden.
It gave me a calm connection with all of life, and an awareness that
remains with me now, long after leaving the garden.
I used to visit and revisit it a dozen times a day, and stand in deep contemplation
over my vegetable progeny with a love that nobody could share or conceive
of who had never taken part in the process of creation. It was one of the most
bewitching sights in the world to observe a hill of beans thrusting aside the soil, or
a rose of early peas just peeping forth sufficiently to trace a line of delicate green.
Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems
to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and
the result thereof.
To cultivate a garden is. . . to go hand in hand with Nature in some of her
most beautiful processes…
The garden is where you take the time in your life to tune in and listen.
It just takes being still long enough, opening your heart, opening your
spirit up to what the plants have to tell you.
Now I see the secret of the making of the best persons. It is to grow in
the open air, and to eat and sleep with the earth
Only as a child’s awareness and reverence for the wholeness of life are
developed can his humanity to his own kind reach its full development.
If you wish your children to think deep thoughts, to know the holiest emotions,
take them to the woods and hills, and give them the freedom of the meadows;
the hills purify those who walk upon them.
Must we always teach our children with books? Let them look at the stars
and the mountains above. Let them look at the waters and the trees and
flowers on Earth. Then they will begin to think, and to think is the beginning
of a real education.
As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras
of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky
from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and
breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen
unselfconsciously to the soughing of the trees.
Every child is born a naturalist. His eyes are, by nature, open to the glories
of the stars, the beauty of the flowers, and the mystery of life.
Teaching Children Through Nature
One should pay attention to even the smallest crawling creature for these
too may have a valuable lesson to teach us.
You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns.
To look at any thing, If you would know that thing, You must look at it long…
Look! Look! Look deep into nature and you will understand everything.
The whole secret of the study of nature lies in learning how to use one’s eyes…
Come forth into the light of things, let Nature be your teacher.
There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light,
a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness. This mysterious
unity and integrity is wisdom, the mother of us all, nature naturals.
There is in all things an inexhaustible sweetness and purity, a silence that
is a fountain of action and joy. It rises up in wordless gentleness, and
flows out to me from the unseen roots of all created being.
If there is any wisdom running through my life now, in my walking
on this earth, it came from listening in the Great Silence to the stones,
trees, space, the wild animals, to the pulse of all life as my heartbeat.
Whenever I have found myself stuck in the ways I relate to things,
I return to nature. It is my principal teacher, and I try to open
my whole being to what it has to say.
Believe one who knows: you will find something greater in woods
than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which
you can never learn from masters.
Nature is man’s teacher. She unfolds her treasure to his search,
unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence
breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence.
Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free;
I want to be still! I’m weary of doing things; weary of words
I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.
The forest makes your heart gentle. You become one with it…
No place for greed or anger there.
It was in the forest that I found the peace that posset understanding
In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing
can befall me in life, – no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes),
which nature cannot repair.
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.
Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that
God wishes to see people happy amidst the simple beauty of nature. …
I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.
Only spread a fern-frond over a man’s head and worldly cares are cast out,
and freedom and beauty and peace come in.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds
long to play with your hair.
In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant,
it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out
and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
I am in love with this world . . . I have climbed its mountains,
roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts,
felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats,
the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty
and joy waited upon my goings and comings.
What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more,
to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe
my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone
wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!
The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.
There is something of the marvelous in all things of nature.
If there is one thing clear about the centuries dominated by the factory
and the wheel, it is that although the machine can make everything from
a spoon to a landing-craft, a natural joy in earthly living is something
it never has and never will be able to manufacture.
For the 99 percent of the time we’ve been on Earth, we were hunter
and gatherers, our lives dependent on knowing the fine, small details
of our world. Deep inside, we still have a longing to be reconnected
with the nature that shaped our imagination, our language, our song and dance,
our sense of the divine.
…no matter how complex or affluent, human societies are nothing
but subsystems of the biosphere, the Earth’s thin veneer of life,
which is ultimately run by bacteria, fungi and green plants.
Your deepest roots are in nature. No matter who you are, where you live,
or what kind of life you lead, you remain irrevocably linked with
the rest of creation.
These are brand-new birds of twelve-months’ growing, Which a year ago,
or less than twain, No finches were, nor nightingales, Nor thrushes,
But only particles of grain, And earth and air, and rain.
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.
You didn’t come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean.
You are not a stranger here.
We inter-breath with the rain forests, we drink from the oceans.
They are part of our own body.
Man is not himself only…He is all that he sees; all that flows to him
from a thousand sources…He is the land, the lift of its mountain lines,
the reach of its valleys.
I arise today Through the strength of heaven: Light of sun, Radiance of moon,
Splendour of fire. Speed of lightning, Swiftness of wind, Depth of sea,
Our natural world is alive with beauty and wonder. It’s important for
our peace of mind and our enthusiasm for life to love the world we live
in and care for the earth and all living things. We hope that these nature
quotes will awaken a sense of awe and appreciation for our earth so that
we can live in greater harmony with it.
How easy and simple it is to live enjoyably when the simple,
interminable blue of the sky, with its long wisps of white clouds,
become a pleasant thing to behold, a thing of beauty that thrills
you every time you care to look skyward.
The ocean . . . cold and wild the surf, rushing in to overwhelm the beach,
the wind, stinging my cheeks, enveloping me in total freedom.
We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.
If one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.
Meandering in a shady stream, it can make a home for green growing things.
Unloosed in a river, it can slice through layers of volcanic ash like
a knife through a cake.
The powers of water are immeasurable. In the form of ice,
it can chisel rock as effectively as steel.
Like a night without starlight, so is a life without love.
I think that folks should carry bright umbrellas in the rain . . .to smile
into the sullen sky and make it glad again.
There is nothing more beautiful than a rainbow – but it takes both rain
and sunshine to make one. If life is to be rounded and many-colored,
like a rainbow, both joy and sorrow must come to it.
After a thundershower, the weather takes a pledge and signs it with a rainbow.
Flowers are like human beings . . . they thrive on a little kindness.
Each moment of the year has its own beauty . . . a picture
which was never before and shall never be seen again.
The silence of nature is very real. It surrounds you . . . you can feel it.
A little bit of love can be like sunshine after rain and cause someone
to realize that the life is not in vain.
Children run wildly, breathlessly . . . facing the wind . . . absorbing its speed.
Be like the bird, who halting in his flight on limb too slight,
feels it give way beneath him, yet sings knowing he hath wings.
Never lose an opportunity to see anything that is beautiful. It is
God’s handwriting – a wayside sacrament. Welcome it in every fair face,
every fair sky, every fair flower.
The best thing about animals is that they don’t talk much.
There is pleasure in the pathless woods . . . there is rapture on
the lonely shore.
God is the friend of silence. Trees, flowers, grass grow in silence.
See the stars, moon, and sun, how they move in silence.
The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it.
Is it so small a thing to have enjoyed the sun, to have lived light in the sky,
to have loved, to have thought, to have done?
The fog comes on little cat feet. It sits looking over the harbor and city
on silent haunches and then moves on.
Nature is the art of God.
No sky is heavy, if the heart be light.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.
Sounds of the wind or sounds of the sea Make me happy just to be.
When I bought my farm, I did not know what a bargain I had in the bluebirds,
daffodils and thrushes; as little did I know what sublime mornings and sunsets
I was buying.
Stop every now and then. Just stop and enjoy. Take a deep breath.
Relax and take in the abundance of life.
Flowers are heaven’s masterpiece.
The rich fire of the orange sunset gloriously announces the coming night.
The world will never starve for wonder, but only for want of wonder.
Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it
with us or we find it not.
Lose yourself in nature and find peace.
Every sunset brings the promise of a new dawn.
Some people, like flowers, give pleasure, just by being.
Never miss an opportunity to sleep on a screened porch.
For happiness, one needs security, but joy can spring like a flower even
from the cliffs of despair.
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature
– the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter.
Delight in the beauty that surrounds you.
Some of nature’s most exquisite handiwork is on a miniature scale,
as anyone knows who has applied a magnifying glass to a snowflake.
Each season has its own wonder, it’s own special place, and purpose
in the pattern of creation.
I think it annoys God if you walk by the color purple in a field and don’t notice.
I am in love with the green earth.
The day, water, sun, moon, night – I do not have to purchase
these things with money.
In my garden, after a rainfall, you can faintly, yes, hear the breaking
of new blooms.
Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on
a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water,or watching
the clouds float across the sky is by no means a waste of time.
Be a gentle friend to trees and they will give you back beauty,
cool and fragrant shade, and many birds, singing.
Whoever loves and understands a garden will find contentment within.
Each season has its joys to treasure, to lift one’s spirits and bring us pleasure.
I myself am quite absorbed by the delicate yellow, delicate soft green,
delicate violet of a ploughed and weeded piece of soil.
Few sunrises are greeted as eagerly as those viewed through the eyes of love.
Discovering this idyllic place, we find ourselves filled with a yearning
to linger here, where time stands still and beauty overwhelms.
Spring slips into even the most hidden places of the countryside
and transforms them into mossy-green mansions of delight.
The morning of life is like the dawn of a day, full of purity, visions, and harmony.
Lie down and listen to the crabgrass grow.
Love comforter like sunshine after rain.
People from a planet without flowers would think we must be mad with joy the
whole time to have such things about us.
All seasons are beautiful for the person who carries happiness within.
The rainbows of life follow the storm.
To sit in the shade on a fine day and look upon the verdant green hills is
the most perfect refreshment.
Keep your sense of proportion by regularly, preferably daily, visiting
the natural world.
You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars;
you have a right to be here.
My profession is to always find God in nature.
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun. I will touch a hundred flowers and
not pick one.
In summer, the song sings itself.
If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with
the sound of an earthquake and not in silence, what wonder and expectation
there would be in all the hearts to behold the miraculous change.
April has put a spirit of youth in everything!
Nature never hurries. Atom by atom, little by little she achieves her work.
I go to nature to be soothed and healed, and to have my senses put in order.
An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
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 away from you
like the leaves of Autumn.
A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature. It is Earth’s eye;
looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
If you truly love nature, you will find beauty everywhere.
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome
than the most luxurious Persian rug.
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown,
for going out, I found, was really going in.
People go on marrying because they can’t resist natural forces, although many
of them may know perfectly well that they are possibly buying a month’s
pleasure with a life’s discomfort.
Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.
Our love went from fly to flower to butterfly, and it was meant to beautifully flutter,
not sit still on a shelf like a trophy to be collected.
Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.
Man is not, by nature, deserving of all that he wants. When we think that
we are automatically entitled to something, that is when we start walking all
over others to get it.
Thus, from the war of nature, from famine and death, the most exalted object
which we are capable of conceiving, namely, the production of the higher animals,
directly follows. There is grandeur in this view of life, with its several powers,
having been originally breathed into a few forms or into one; and that,
whilst this planet has gone cycling on according to the fixed law of gravity,
from so simple a beginning endless forms most beautiful and most wonderful
have been, and are being, evolved.
Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.
When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad.
For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience
still sleeps.
The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
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.
Plant seeds of happiness, hope, success, and love; it will all come back to you in abundance. This is the law of nature.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green
thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity…
and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination,
nature is imagination itself.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn
We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.
If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.
An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out
that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Nature is a haunted house–but Art–is a house that tries to be haunted.
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.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words
become superfluous.
Is the spring coming? he said. What is it like?… It is the sun shining on the
rain and the rain falling on the sunshine…
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 away from you like
the leaves of Autumn.
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.
I do believe in an everyday sort of magic — the inexplicable connectedness
we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like;
the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice,
the hidden presence, when we think we’re alone.
We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence
most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and
it is in the unclouded night-sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course,
that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His omnipresence.
Live in each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit,
and resign yourself to the influence of the earth.
Not just beautiful, though–the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and
breathing. And they’re watching me.
You will manage to keep a woman in love with you, only for as long as you
can keep her in love with the person she becomes when she is with you.
The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts
to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter
what you say about it, there is always that which you can’t.
…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough,
what is enough?
The mountains are calling and I must go.
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.
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.
I am glad I will not be young in a future without wilderness.
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.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
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.
Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see
the true beauty of their carvings.
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
I like this place and could willingly waste my time in it.
Tiger got to hunt, bird got to fly; Man got to sit and wonder ‘why, why, why?’
Tiger got to sleep, bird got to land; Man got to tell himself he understand.
So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf.
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.
Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes
to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. As longs as this exists,
and it certainly always will, I know that then there will always be comfort
for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be. And I firmly believe
that nature brings solace in all troubles.
Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water,
and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be
sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory
and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us.
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack
in the concrete. It’s so fuckin’ heroic.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all
these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
The earth has music for those who listen.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery air, mountains, trees,
people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
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 childhood
or past manhood and all the living and the dying and the heartbreak that
went on a million years ago and the clouds as they pass overhead seem
to testify (by their own lonesome familiarity) to this feeling.
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.
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.
These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood,
on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves,
when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind
it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs.
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.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure, is the most
perfect refreshment.
But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights,
listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest,
reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking
for the mysterious something that called called, waking or sleeping,
at all times, for him to come.
The sea is emotion incarnate. It loves, hates, and weeps. It defies all attempts
to capture it with words and rejects all shackles. No matter what you say
about it, there is always that which you can’t.
Quiet stars and the still of expectation. The eucalyptus branches heavy
with evening dew, their feet shuffling woodchips, braiding eights
in the silver grass, and edging hillocks from the first mulch of fall.
So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.
Nature’s first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief,
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.
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt;
and perhaps it says Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands
and let the stars swirl and touch one another, but they are so distant,
so very far apart, that they cannot feel the warmth of each other,
even though they are made of burning.
If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Not just beautiful, though the stars are like the trees in the forest,
alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery, air, mountains,
trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea,
are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than
we can ever learn from books.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep,
and miles to go before I sleep.
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Spring is nature’s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!’
I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields,
that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug,
you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says Go to sleep,
darlings, till the summer comes again.
The glitter in the sky looks as if I could scoop it all up in my hands and let
the stars swirl and touch one another, but they are so distant, so very far apart,
that they cannot feel the warmth of each other, even though they are made of burning.
If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could
rise up rooted, like trees.
Not just beautiful, though the stars are like
the trees in the forest, alive and breathing.
And they’re watching me
Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers,
the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters,
and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery,
air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, This is what it is to be happy.
Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers,
the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters,
and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
On earth there is no heaven, but there are pieces of it.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep.
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine,
freedom, and a little flower.
Spring is nature‘s way of saying, ‘Let’s party!’
Look deep into nature, and then
you will understand everything better.
Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine,
freedom, and a little flower.
“He is richest who is content with the least,
for content is the wealth of nature.”
“Nature often holds up a mirror
so we can see more clearly the
ongoing processes of growth,
renewal, and transformation in
our lives.”
“The deepest principle in human nature
is the craving to be appreciated.”
“Nature is my medicine.”
“The deepest principle in human nature is
the craving to be appreciated.”
If you have a garden and a library,
you have everything you need.
“Nature is the art of God.”
“He is richest who is content with the least,
for content is the wealth of nature.”