We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.

And the headbonny ash that sits over the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O Let them be left, wildness and wet:
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

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.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

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.

The good man is the friend of all living things.

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.

Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be and that God wishes to see people happy, amidst the simple beauty of nature. I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs.

Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.

This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.

Earth and Sky, Woods and Fields, Lakes and Rivers, the Mountain and the Sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books.

I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.

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.

Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.

We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us.

I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.

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.

I love not man the less, but Nature more.

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

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

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.

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

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

He is the richest who is content with the least.

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

The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside

A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe; a part limited in time and space. He experiences himself, his thoughts, and his feelings as something separate from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of consciousness.

The richness I achieve comes from nature, the source of my inspiration.

Great things are done when men and mountains meet.

Forests are the lungs of our land.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world’s joy.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.