- “History is the biography of murderers.” ― Khayri R.R. Woulfe
- “Every traveler has their unique observation of the place they have been.” ― Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of Wisdom: Great mind
- “Deep down below.The crystal of our soul.The center that gives birth.This planet we call Earth.” ― Wald Wassermann
- “Perusing for personal peace in a placid place pondering the possibilities of potentially possessing permanent patience and perseverance” ― Andrew Edward Lucier, Awakenigma Allegory Anomalous
- “As the gift of the Creator, natural healing power is ours. That’s why no special method is needed for recovering it. There are no perfect methods, no matter how effective or powerful they may be. What is perfect is our sense of life itself.” ― Ilchi Lee, The Solar Body: The Secret to Natural Healing
- “How beautiful it was, lying embowered in the twilight of the old trees; the tips of the loftiest spruces came out in purple silhouette against the north-western sky of rose an amber; down behind it the Blair Water dreamed in silver; the Wind Woman had folded her misty bat-wings in a valley of sunset and stillness lay over the world like a blessing.” ― L.M. Montgomery, Emily of New Moon
- “Self-acceptance is essential to be stress free.” ― Tonmoy Acharjee
- “Today something unusual happened; I was walking without even knowing, where I was going. I was smiling without any cause. I was just happy without reasons. I can tell you that birds do sing, leaves of trees, do dance, and it’s beautiful. I am, a complete nature boy! Maybe, I was fully satisfied that sunlight was falling on my cheek. I got the power to love myself, nature and rest of humankind. Cheers, Everyone!” ― Santosh Kalwar
- “Anthropocentric as [the gardener] may be, he recognizes that he is dependent for his health and survival on many other forms of life, so he is careful to take their interests into account in whatever he does. He is in fact a wilderness advocate of a certain kind. It is when he respects and nurtures the wilderness of his soil and his plants that his garden seems to flourish most. Wildness, he has found, resides not only out there, but right here: in his soil, in his plants, even in himself…But wildness is more a quality than a place, and though humans can’t manufacture it, they can nourish and husband it…The gardener cultivates wildness, but he does so carefully and respectfully, in full recognition of its mystery.” ― Michael Pollan, Second Nature: A Gardener’s Education
- “Instantly, who knows from where, angels small in stature, followed by swifts, flitted out and started tracing patterns above Brother Mocius while chiming in. Eagles, their white beards loosed to the wind, stooped, screeching. Swarms of fierce bees streaked by, obedient and humming; diverse butterflies swishes, vipers crawled from their dens, whistling, and hyenas leapt out, sobbing and weeping. Howl, peep, roar, flutter. Everything was keening. Even the humble gentian and saxifrage, customarily dumb, as is meet for plants, contributed a barely audible squeak, not to mention the slender lizards, darting in with their hatchlings” ― Iliazd, Rapture
- “Blinding, mineral, shattering silence. You hear nothing but the quiet crunch of stones underfoot. An implacable, definitive silence, like a transparent death. Sky of a perfectly detached blue. You advance with eyes down, reassuring yourself sometimes with a silent mumbling. Cloudless sky, limestone slabs filled with presence: silence nothing can sidestep. Silence fulfilled, vibrant immobility, tensed like a bow. There’s the silence of early morning. For long routes in autumn you have to start very early. Outside everything is violet, the dim light slanting through red and gold leaves. It is an expectant silence. You walk softly among huge dark trees, still swathed in traces of blue night. You are almost afraid of awakening. Everything whispering quietly. There’s the silence of walks through the snow, muffled footsteps under a white sky. All around you nothing moves. Things and even time itself are iced up, frozen solid in silent immobility. Everything is stopped, unified, thickly padded. A watching silence, white, fluffy, suspended as if in parentheses.” ― Frédéric Gros, A Philosophy of Walking
- “Walking away barefoot on the soft loam, with mist rising in ribbons all around her, Etty tucked the year’s first violets into her hair.” ― Nancy Springer, Outlaw Princess of Sherwood
- “The eye–it cannot choose but see;We cannot bid the ear be still;Our bodies feel, where’er they be,Against or with our will.” ― William Wordsworth, Lyrical Ballads
- “If getting our kids out into nature is a search for perfection, or is one more chore, then the belief in perfection and the chore defeats the joy. It’s a good thing to learn more about nature in order to share this knowledge with children; it’s even better if the adult and child learn about nature together. And it’s a lot more fun.” ― Richard Louv, Last Child in the Woods: Saving Our Children from Nature-Deficit Disorder
- “It was as if [highly sensitive subjects] found it natural to look beyond their cultural expectations to how things “really are.” ― Elaine N. Aron, The Highly Sensitive Person: How to Thrive When the World Overwhelms You
- “And looks commercing with the skies,Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes.” ― John Milton, L’Allegro, Il Penseroso, Comus, and Lycidas
- “I wish the night would end,I wish the day’d begin,I wish it would rain or snow,or the wind would blow,or the grass would grow,I wish I had yesterday,I wish there were games to play…” ― V.C. Andrews, Flowers in the Attic
- “The best remedy for those who are frightened, lovely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere they can be alone, alone with the sky, nature and God. For then and only then can you feel that everything is as it should be and that God wants people to be happy amid nature’s beauty and simplicity.” ― Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl
- “Poor means when we lack things in our lives. There are two types of poverty. …those that need food and shelter and those that need God in their lives. We are called to service to help both group of people as much as we can.” ― Patience Johnson, Why Does an Orderly God Allow Disorder
- “Autumn was coming; the evergreens might not have noticed, but the sycamores did.” ― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing
- “The first serious consciousness of Nature’s gesture – her attitude towards life-took form then as a phantasm, a nightmare, all insanity of force. For the first time, the stage-scenery of the senses collapsed; the human mind felt itself stripped naked, vibrating in a void of shapeless energies, with resistless mass, colliding, crushing, wasting, and destroying what these same energies had created and labored from eternity to perfect.” ― Henry Adams, The Education of Henry Adams
- “Naturally, for a person who finds his identity in something other than his full organism is less than half a man. He is cut off from complete participation in nature. Instead of being a body, he ‘has’ a body. Instead of living and loving he ‘has’ instincts for survival and copulation.” ― Alan Wilson Watts
- “Beauty is the soul of life. If we learn to see beauty, we are never far from God.” ― Donna Goddard, Pittown
- “Orordrin laughed, his mirth rolling over us like liquid sunlight, hot and bright and heartening.” ― Elle Katherine White
- “Nature’s beauty does not need help or interference from us. We take it for granted that nature will do the job of creating shellness and beachness, flowerness, and Milky Way-ness. We delight in the beauty of these forms and patterns, and enjoy their particular blessings.” ― Julie J. Morley, Future Sacred: The Connected Creativity of Nature
- “He said that woman is like the ivy-vine,Which, clinging to its oak, grows lush and tall,But, lacking that support, can’t thrive at all.” ― Molière, The Imaginary Cuckold.
- “A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.” ― Eileen Granfors
- “On almost every front, we have begun a turning away from a felt relationship with the natural world. The blinding of the stars is only one aspect of this retreat from the real. In so many ways, there has been a prising away of life from place, an abstraction of experience into different kinds of touchlessness. We experience, as no historical period has before, disembodiment and dematerialisation. The almost infinite connectivity of the technological world, for all the benefits that it has brought, has exacted a toll in the coin of contact. We have in many ways forgotten what the world feels like. And so new maladies of the soul have emerged, unhappinesses which are complicated products of the distance we have set between ourselves and the world.” ― Robert Macfarlane, The Wild Places
- “Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.” ― John Muir, The Mountains of California
- “Talking noisily,women walked together. In silence, the moon walked with me.” ― Meeta Ahluwalia