Nature's Inspiration Quotes

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,Love is like a lovely rose, the world's delight.Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

In the beginning, I was truly trying to take what I felt when I was in a field or in an outdoor space and directly translate it into the music.

I don't write about nature, but I'm definitely very inspired by it.

I'm very inspired by nature - you could say Mother Nature. I look at things around me and get all kinds of inspiration daily.

For I shall learn from flower and leaf, That color every drop they hold, To change the lifeless wine of grief To living gold.

Over our manhood bend the skies; Against our fallen and traitor lives The great winds utter prophecies; With our faint hearts the mountain strives, Its arms outstretched, the druid wood Waits with its benedicite And to our age’s drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea.

What is one to think of those fools who tell one that the artist is always subordinate to nature? Art is a harmony parallel with nature.

Listen to the sounds of nature. Wishing you the best on your trek towards your dreams.

The early morning hour should be dedicated to praise: do not the birds set us the example?

Dreaming by the river, I dedicated my imagination to water, to clear, green water, the water that makes the meadows green.

Nature. That's the one thing that tips the balance in terms of living here in California. Within minutes, I can be in a desert, at the ocean, in a park, and that's the most nourishing food for my soul.

Nature is the armory of genius. Cities serve it poorly, books and colleges at second hand; the eye craves the spectacle of the horizon; of mountain, ocean, river and plain, the clouds and stars; actual contact with the elements, sympathy with the seasons as they rise and roll.

It is in vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves. There is none such. It is the bog in our brains and bowels, the primitive vigor of Nature in us, that inspires that dream. I shall never find in the wilds of Labrador a greater wildness than in some recess of Concord.

Art is a harmony parallel with nature.