Quotes on Nature Beauty

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.

Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.

I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.

Nature always wears the colors of the spirit.

There must be provision for the child to have contact with nature; to understand and appreciate the order, the harmony and the beauty in nature.

What youth or maiden conspires with the wild luxuriant beauty of Nature? She flourishes most alone, far from the towns where they reside.

We attempt to define a person, the most commonplace person we know, but he will not submit to bounds; some unexpected beauty of nature breaks out; we find he is not what we thought, and begin to suspect that every person exceeds our power of measurement.

Photography begins not in the camera but in the _x000D_ mind and the eye. The real work is one of noticing and appreciating, seeing things clearly and differently, and _x000D_ sharing that vision with others. I have developed my _x000D_ vision and my photographic craft in order to bring _x000D_ the beauty of nature to light in a fresh way that _x000D_ can inspire and nourish people.

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

Go outsideamidst the simple beauty of natureand know that as long as places like this exist, there will be comfort for every sorrow, whatever the circumstances may be.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dak trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more the prettiness.

I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

We need silence to be able to touch souls.

Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises.

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.

Nature is painting for us, day after day, pictures of infinite beauty.

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.

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.