In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.
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.
In all things of nature there is something of the marvelous.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.
The cherry blossom tree is truly a sight to behold, especially when it is in full riotous bloom. There are several varieties of the cherry blossom tree, and while most of them produce flowering branches full of small pinkish-hued flowers, some of them produce actual cherries.
I don't know why, but I love sunflowers, and I just have this vivid memory of being in a field of sunflowers and how they felt like trees. They felt so tall.
Long as there's a sun that sets, Primroses will have their glory; Long as there are violets, They will have a place in story: There's a flower that shall be mine, 'Tis the little Celandine.
I am following Nature without being able to grasp her, I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers.
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 wish that all of nature's magnificence, the emotion of the land, the living energy of place could be photographed.
Nature is our chapel.
Never have nights been more beautiful than these nights of anxiety. In the sky have been shining in trinity the moon, Venus and Mars. Nature has been more splendid than man.
I don't write about nature, but I'm definitely very inspired by it.
One day I undertook a tour through the country, and the diversity and beauties of nature I met with in this charming season, expelled every gloomy and vexatious thought.
The poetry of the earth is never dead.
Nature is so powerful, so strong. Capturing its essence is not easy - your work becomes a dance with light and the weather. It takes you to a place within yourself.
The beautiful is in nature, and it is encountered under the most diverse forms of reality. Once it is found it belongs to art, or rather to the artist who discovers 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.
But only God can make a tree.
But no temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...as if into this one mountain mansion Nature had gathered her choicest treasures.
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
Spring is nature's way of saying, 'Let's party!'
The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o' the morn.
Nobody sees the obvious, nobody observes the ordinary. There are more miracles in a square yard of earth than in all the fables of the Church.
