Love And Nature Quotes

Painters understand nature and love it, and teach us to see.

Divine is all Love in its essential nature, and Love is all Divine in its truthful expression.

He that plants trees loves others besides himself.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more.

The sun shines not on us but in us.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet.

I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in.

People have separated from each other with walls of concrete that blocked the roads to connection and love. and Nature has been defeated in the name of development.

Nature never did betray the heart that loved her.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

Try to walk as much as you can, and keep your love for nature, for that is the true way to learn to understand art more and more. Painters understand nature and love her and teach us to see her. If one really loves nature, one can find beauty everywhere.

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.

If one truly loves nature one finds beauty everywhere.

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore.

Until man duplicates a blade of grass, nature can laugh at his so called scientific knowledge.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

The proper use of science is not to conquer nature but to live in it.

What is the use of a house if you haven't got a tolerable planet to put it on?

The use of solar energy has not been opened up because the oil industry does not own the sun.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, there is rapture in 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.

Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

Be not disgusted, nor discouraged, nor dissatisfied, if thou dost not succeed in doing everything according to right principles; but when thou bast failed, return back again, and be content if the greater part of what thou doest is consistent with man's nature, and love this to which thou returnest

Nature never hurries: atom by atom, little by little, she achieves her work. The lesson one learns from yachting or planting is the manners of Nature; patience with the delays of wind and sun, delays of the seasons, bad weather, excess or lack of water.

When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, - a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.

Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.

Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.

If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer. But if he spends his days as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making the earth bald before her time, he is deemed an industrious and enterprising citizen.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.

A true conservationist is a man who knows that the world is not given by his fathers, but borrowed from his children.

Before modern man can gain control over the forces that now threaten his very existence, he must resume possession of himself. This sets the chief mission for the city of the future: that of creating a visible regional and civic structure, designed to make man at home with his deeper self and his larger world, attached to images of human nature and love.

I believe in God, only I spell it Nature.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Going to the mountains is going home.

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.

We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect.