Mary MacLane Quotes

A garden must combine the poetic and he mysterious with a feeling of serenity and joy.

Well I do find the beauty in animals. I find beauty everywhere. I find beauty in my garden.

No part of the world can be truly understood without a knowledge of its garment of vegetation, for this determines not only the nature of the animal inhabitants but also the occupations of the majority of human beings.

I'm happier in a garden.

I feel best in nature or near nature.

I never met a man who was shaken by a field of identical blades of grass. An acre of poppies and a forest of spruce boggle no one's mind.

It's fair to say when you go out and walk in the woods or on a beach, the most conspicuous forms of life you will see are plants and animals, and certainly there's a huge diversity of those types of organisms, perhaps 10 million animal species and several hundred thousand plant species.

Vegetation is the basic instrument the creator uses to set all of nature in motion.

Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.

I love to be surrounded by nature.

Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.

If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all the delights of the open world--on a final day on earth, I think I would choose these: the clear, ethereal song of a white-throated sparrow singing at dawn; the smell of pine trees in the heat of the noon; the lonely calling of Canada geese; the sight of a dragon-fly glinting in the sunshine; the voice of a hermit thrush far in a darkening woods at evening; and--most spiritual and moving of sights--the white cathedral of a cumulus cloud floating serenely in the blue of the sky.

Beautiful, see the cloud, the cloud appear. Beautiful, see the rain, the rain draw near.

As to the garden, it seems to me its chief fruit is-blackbirds.

These are the things I prize And hold of dearest worth: Light of the sapphire skies, Peace of the silent hills, Shelter of the forests, comfort of the grass, Music of birds, murmur of little rills, Shadows of cloud that swiftly pass, And, after showers, The smell of flowers And of the good brown earth,- And best of all, along the way, friendship and mirth.

It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.

I love nature.

I also became close to nature, and am now able to appreciate the beauty with which this world is endowed.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.

Sense the blessings of the earth in the perfect arc of a ripe tangerine, the taste of warm, fresh bread, the circling flight of birds, the lavender color of the sky shining in a late afternoon rain puddle, the million times we pass other beings in our cars and shops and out among the trees without crashing, conflict, or harm.

At home, I love reaching out into that absolute silence, when you can hear the owl or the wind.

The Amen of nature is always a flower.

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

I love the long grass coming up to meet the willows.

Second only to the sea, the Miami sky has been the greatest comfort in my life past 50. On a good day, when the wind blows from the south, the light here is diffuse and forgiving.