Nature Quotes

Man can never be a woman's equal in the spirit of selfless service with which nature has endowed her.

Truth is by nature self-evident. As soon as you remove the cobwebs of ignorance that surround it, it shines clear.

Nature is always hinting at us. It hints over and over again. And suddenly we take the hint.

The rain to the wind said, You push and I'll pelt.' They so smote the garden bed That the flowers actually knelt, And lay lodged - though not dead. I know how the flowers felt.

O hushed October morning mild, Begin the hours of this day slow, Make the day seem to us less brief... Retard the sun with gentle mist; Enchant the land with amethyst.

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, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day. When the sun is out and the wind is still, You're one month on in the middle of May. But if you so much as dare to speak, a cloud come over the sunlit arch, And wind comes off a frozen peak, And you're two months back in the middle of March.

In spring more mortal singers than belongTo any one place cover us with song.Thrush, bluebird, blackbird, sparrow, and robin throng.

The way a crow Shook down on me. The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood. And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

The Vermont mountains stretch extended straight; New Hampshire mountains curl up in a coil.

You can't get too much winter in the winter.

Nature does not complete things. She is chaotic. Man must finish, and he does so by making a garden and building a wall.

I am not a nature poet. There is almost always a person in my poems.

Not yesterday I learned to know,The love of bare November days,Before the coming of the snow.

Dark clouds become heaven's flowers when kissed by light.

YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side,' said the dewdrop to the lake.

Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies... the mystic chords of memory... will swell the chorus of the Union... touched by the better angels of our nature.

Slavery is founded in the selfishness of man's nature - opposition to it is [in] his love of justice.

The inclination to exchange thoughts with one another is probably an original impulse of our nature.