Nature, the entire physical word we living in. Constructed from 4 essentials elements: Air, Fire, Water, and Earth. Provide all the beauty we see everyday from the highest mountain to the deepest ocean.
Many famous philosophers, artists, politicians and scientist have explained their own thoughts on the essence on nature. See what they had to say about the vibe of life through their nature quotes.
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The Best Quotes about Nature
As in everything, nature is the best instructor.
Our task must be to free ourselves… by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and it’s beauty.
I am glad I will not be young in a future without wilderness.
Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.
We shall never achieve harmony with the land, anymore than we shall achieve absolute justice or liberty for people. In these higher aspirations the important thing is not to achieve but to strive.
There is no better designer than nature.
Nature and Nature’s laws lay hid in night: God said, Let Newton be! and all was light.
Religion, n. A daughter of Hope and Fear, explaining to Ignorance the nature of the Unknowable.
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.
I didn’t need to understand the hypostatic unity of the Trinity; I just needed to turn my life over to whoever came up with redwood trees.
It seems an insult to the night to speak of purpose and intent, when this common moment is so brimming full of blessed design tranquility. All things follow their course.
Nature has made all her truths independent of one another. Our art makes one dependent on the other.
Those honor nature well, who teach that she can speak on everything.
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.
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.
I could not help it: the restlessness was in my nature; it agitated me to pain sometimes.
Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!
We owe a huge debt to Galileo for emancipating us all from the stupid belief in an Earth-centered or man-centered (let alone God-centered) system. He quite literally taught us our place and allowed us to go on to make extraordinary advances in knowledge.
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.
Trees’re always a relief, after people.
Who would deduce the dragonfly from the larva, the iris from the bud, the lawyer from the infant? …We are all shape-shifters and magical reinventors. Life is really a plural noun, a caravan of selves.
The recipe for great art has always been misery and a good bowel movement.
Always it’s Spring)and everyone’s in love and flowers pick themselves.
You can’t study the darkness by flooding it with light.
The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyong reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see.
All we have, it seems to me, is the beauty of art and nature and life, and the love which that beauty inspires.
Should you shield the canyons from the windstorms you would never see the true beauty of their carvings.
The use of sea and air is common to all; neither can a title to the ocean belong to any people or private persons, forasmuch as neither nature nor public use and custom permit any possession therof.
Nature is a haunted house–but Art–is a house that tries to be haunted.
When you’re sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It’s always better underneath the open sky.
Now, nature, as I am only too aware, has her enthusiasts, but on the whole, I am not to be counted among them. To put it bluntly, I am not the type who wants to go back to the land; I am the type who wants to go back to the hotel.
Nature is my manifestation of God. I go to nature every day for inspiration in the day’s work.
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the concrete. It’s so fuckin’ heroic.
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
She should be on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean.
The earth has music for those who listen.
Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.
Not just beautiful, though–the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me.
The world to-day is sick to its thin blood for lack of elemental things, for fire before the hands, for water welling from the earth, for air, for the dear earth itself underfoot. In my world of beach and dunes these elemental presences lived and had their being, and under their arch there moved an incomparable pageant of nature and the year.
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.
Every morning was a cheerful invitation to make my life of equal simplicity, and I may say innocence, with Nature herself.”
This curious world we inhabit is more wonderful than convenient; more beautiful than it is useful; it is more to be admired and enjoyed than used.
He who hears the rippling of rivers in these degenerate days will not utterly despair.
Nature is as well adapted to our weakness as to our strength.
The world is not to be put in order. The world is order. It is for us to put ourselves in unison with this order.
If nature has taught us anything it is that the impossible is probable
Nature cares nothing for logic, our human logic: she has her own, which we do not recognize and do not acknowledge until we are crushed under its wheel.
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.
Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans.
For most of history, man has had to fight nature to survive; in this century he is beginning to realize that, in order to survive, he must protect it.
To sit in the shade on a fine day, and look upon verdure is the most perfect refreshment.
I perceive God everywhere in His works. I sense Him in me; I see Him all around me.
Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.
I go to books and to nature as the bee goes to a flower, for a nectar that I can make into my own honey.
Scientific principles and laws do not lie on the surface of nature. They are hidden, and must be wrested from nature by an active and elaborate technique of inquiry.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Scenery is fine -but human nature is finer
We kill all the caterpillars, then complain there are no butterflies.
The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.
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; and that mountain parks and reservations are useful not only as fountains of timber and irrigating rivers, but as fountains of life.
There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties
The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature.
Never does Nature say one thing and Wisdom another.
We have no right to express an opinion until we know all of the answers.
Mother Nature doesn’t care if you’re having fun.
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.
One can no more approach people without love than one can approach bees without care. Such is the quality of bees…
Water is the driving force in nature.
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.
Nature has been for me, for as long as I remember, a source of solace, inspiration, adventure, and delight; a home, a teacher, a companion.
If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.
Every living organism is fulfilled when it follows the right path for its own nature.
In the spring, at the end of the day, you should smell like dirt.”
There is no God, Nature sufficeth unto herself; in no wise hath she need of an author.
Nothing is too wonderful to be true if it be consistent with the laws of nature.
Don’t eat anything your great-grandmother wouldn’t recognize as food.
The garden suggests there might be a place where we can meet nature halfway.
Evil is a choice one makes, not a natural state of being.
With which stars do they go on speaking,the rivers that never reach the sea?
If the ignorance of nature gave birth to such a variety of gods, the knowledge of this nature is calculated to destroy them.
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?
I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird or the rising of the sun on a misty morning. There they are, and they are beautiful.
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.
If you will stay close to nature, to its simplicity, to the small things hardly noticeable, those things can unexpectedly become great and immeasurable.
Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.
The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn
To go into solitude, a man needs to retire as much from his chamber as from society. I am not solitary whilst I read and write, though nobody is with me. But if a man would be alone, let him look at the stars.
In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life, is always a child. In the woods, is perpetual youth.
The lover of nature is he whose inward and outward senses are still truly adjusted to each other; who has retained the spirit of infancy even into the era of manhood. His intercourse with heaven and earth, becomes part of his daily food. In the presence of nature, a wild delight runs through the man, in spite of real sorrows…
I think nature’s imagination Is so much greater than man’s, she’s never going to let us relax
There are in nature neither rewards nor punishments — there are consequences.
I’m proud to be a freak of nature.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits.
Earth is sad, Moon is shy, Sun is happy but wait a moment, I just forgot to tell you that I am the child of open sky.
It’s amazing how quickly nature consumes human places after we turn our backs on them. Life is a hungry thing.
…humanity is a disease, a cancer on the body of the world.
The only noise now was the rain, pattering softly with the magnificent indifference of nature for the tangled passions of humans.
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.
…and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?
Green in nature is one thing, green in literature another. Nature and letters seem to have a natural antipathy; bring them together and they tear each other to pieces.
Men argue. Nature acts.
…the care of the earth is our most ancient and most worthy and, after all, our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it, and to foster its renewal, is our only legitimate hope.
I am by nature an optimist and by intellectual conviction a pessimist.
For I have learned to look on nature, not as in the hour of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes the still, sad music of humanity.
An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.
I love nature, I just don’t want to get any of it on me.