Nature S Beauty Quotes

“Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind.”
― Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations

“At last came the golden month of the wild folk-- honey-sweet May, when the birds come back, and the flowers come out, and the air is full of the sunrise scents and songs of the dawning year.”
― Samuel Scoville Jr., Wild Folk

“Giddy grasshopper
Take care...do not leap and crush
These pearls of dewdrop”
― Issa, Japanese Haiku

“The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it..." -Ralph Waldo Emerson”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring.”
― Willa Cather, My Ántonia

“Enjoy the peace of Nature and declutter your inner world.”
― Amit Ray, Mindfulness Living in the Moment - Living in the Breath

“Nature was one of the key forces that brought me back to God, for I wanted to know the Artist responsible for beauty such as I saw on grand scale in photos from space telescopes or on minute scale such as in the intricate designs on a butterfly wing.”
― Philip Yancey

“I'd rather be on the ground than under
To feel the heavy rain and the thunder.”
― Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

“If you were silent
Flight of herons on dark sky...
Oh! Autumn snowflakes!”
― Sokan, Japanese Haiku

“Seek on high bare trails
Sky-reflecting violets...
Mountain-top jewels”
― Bashō, Japanese Haiku

“Also, I kept thinking about Alex Fierro. You know, maybe just a little. Alex was a force of nature, like the snow thunder. She struck when she felt like it, depending on temperature differentials and storm patterns I couldn't possibly predict. She shook my foundations in a way that was powerful but also weirdly soft and constrained, veiled in blizzard. I couldn't assign any motives to her. She just did what she wanted. At least, that's how it felt to me.”
― Rick Riordan, Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

“The moon was through to the sunset side of the gap, but its light was hardly noticeable on the earth for the ruddy brilliance of the firelight.”
― William Golding, The Inheritors

“At the edge of heaven, tatters of autumn
Cloud. After ten thousand miles of clear
Lovely morning, the west wind arrives. Here,
Long rains haven't slowed farmers. Frontier

Willows air thin kingfisher colors, and
Red fruit flecks mountain pears. As a flute's
Mongol song drifts from a tower, one
Goose climbs clear through vacant skies.”
― Tu Fu, The Selected Poems of Tu Fu

“Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.”
― Phar West Nagle

“Nature was beautiful, even in her tears”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Three Men in a Boat: ...to say nothing of the dog

“My Floating Sea"

"Pastel colors reflect in my opening eyes and draw my gaze to a horizon where the waters both begin and end. This early in the day I can easily stare without blinking. The pale sea appears calm, but it is stormy just as often. I awe at the grandeur, how it expands beyond my sight to immeasurable depths. In every direction that I twist my neck, a beauteous blue is there to console me.

Flowing, floating ribbons of mist form on these pale waters. In harmony they pirouette, creating a stretch of attractive, soft swirls. Swoosh! The wind, its strength in eddies and twisters, smears the art of dancing clouds, and the white disperses like startled fairies fleeing into the forest. Suddenly all is brilliant blue.

The waters calm and clear. It warms me. Pleases me. Forces my eyes to close at such vast radiance. My day is spent surrounded by this ethereal sea, but soon enough the light in its belly subsides. Rich colors draw my gaze to the opposite horizon where the waters both begin and end. I watch the colors bleed and deepen. They fade into black.

Yawning, I cast my eyes at tiny gleams of life that drift within the darkened waters. I extend my reach as if I could will my arm to stretch the expanse between me and eons. How I would love to brush a finger over a ray of living light, but I know I cannot.

Distance deceives me.

These little breathing lights floating in blackness would truly reduce me to the tiniest size, like a mountain stands majestic over a single wild flower. I am overwhelmed by it all and stare up, in love with the floating sea above my head.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“Remember to be conscious of what seeds you plant, as the garden of your mind is like the world. The longer seeds grow, the more likely they are to become trees. Trees often block the sun’s rays from reaching other seeds, allowing only plants that are acclimated to the shadow of the tree to grow—keeping you stuck with that one reality.”
― Natasha Potter

“The rain believes the earth exists just to give it something to fall against.”
― Nick Lantz

“I wish the trees would go into leaf that I might find out what they are. In their present undress I cannot recognise them. It's true that I doubt if I should know my best friends--men or women--with their clothes off.”
― Laura Lafargue, Correspondence, Volume 2: 1887 - 1890

“Seeing Myself in a Season

Burgundy sweaters
Handwritten letters
If I were a season
I would be Fall

Brown curly hair
playing truth or dare
Adventures and change
Feelings all strange
If I were a season
I would be Fall

Messy notebooks filled with
All of my secrets
Looking out the windows
Like Mother Earth
I'd let out a breath and
The trees would shake

My blood would be an apricot color
I'd hide in the forest
Covered with bright yellow leaves
Branched out above two lovers
Because if I were a season
I would be Fall”
― Alice Tyszka, Finding My Light

“Nature has painted beauty across the earth; may human hearts forever reflect its grace.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“In your fragrance, I smell roses everywhere. In your light, every word on my lips weaves a poem. You live inside my depths and in your living, I become a giver of light.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“I am the lone Wolf. The hills and the trees are my friends. They like my presence here amongst them, in the woods. They speak a language that I understand. I have begun to learn their language too. I understand the silence in which they speak to me. It is a symphony for me. I don't know what they like about me. But they welcome me amongst them. I am a part of them, and they are a part of me.”
― Avijeet Das

“The waves do not apologise for crashing against the shore, nor does the sun seek permission to rise. Nature moves forward without hesitation, teaching us that growth happens when we stop waiting for the perfect moment and embrace the journey as it unfolds.”
― Shivanshu K. Srivastava

“The Sublimity of Nature is God’s way of shaking you awake from the dream – it’s not about fear or dread but about being startled back into seeing clearly.”
― Oli Anderson, Trust: A Manual for Becoming the Void, Building Flow, and Finding Peace

“برای جوان های معمولی هم دوچرخه وسیله ی بسیار سرگرم کننده ای است تا چه رسد به پسرک بینوایی چون من که تا همان اواخر می لنگیدم و هنوز سه چهار کیلومتر نرفته خیس عرق می شدم!... چه لذتی از شیب تپه ها به شتاب پایین رفتن و در ژرفاهای چشم انداز گم شدن؛ به تیزی پرنده ای به دور دستهای جاده ای رسیدن که با نزدیک شدنت از هم باز و شکوفان می شود؛ دهکده ای را در یک چشم به هم زدن پشت سر گذاشتن و همه چیزش را به یک نگاه از آن خود کردن و بردن...”
― Alain-Fournier

“چشم انداز طبیعت و تامل در آن، چه در یک قاب و چه در هزار و یک قاب، شاهراه لذت را در برابر خرد آدمی می گشاید. دیری نمی گذرد که پرنده ی خیال بر فراز این اقیانوس لذایذ بال می گسترد و بر شمار و شدت آن می افزاید. هزار احساس رنگارنگ در هم گره می خورند و با هم یکی می شوند و لذایذی نو پدید می آورند. رویای شکوه با تپش های عشق می آمیزد. عزت نفس دست به سوی نیکوکاری دراز می کند و نیکوکاری شانه به شانه ی عزت نفس گام بر می دارد. مالیخولیا گهگاه حریر مجلل خویش را بر سرمان می کشد و اشک هایمان را به لذت بدل می سازد.”
― Xavier de Maistre, Voyage autour de ma chambre

“After this, when I have a dream of a certain kind...a golden-green, crimson-veined dream...a very dream of dreams...I shall please my fancy with the belief that it came from my secret dell of birches and was born of some mystic union between the slenderest, airiest of the sisters and the crooning brook. I love to sit there and listen to the silence of the grove.”
― Lucy Maud Montgomery, Anne of Windy Poplars

“Silence had hovered over my head; beauty multiplying in the air, the trees so transparent I felt I could see through to something pure inside them. My chest ached then, too, this very same way”
― Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees

“Flowers are the music of the ground, from earth's lips spoken without sound.”
― Edwin Curran