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After all,
I don't see why I am always asking for
private, individual,
selfish miracles when every
year there are miracles like white
dogwood.
Anne
Morrow Lindbergh
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Surely there is something in the unruffled calm of
nature
that overawes our little anxieties and doubts; the sight
of
the deep blue sky, and the clustering stars above,
seem to impart
a quiet to the mind.
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The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry
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No life can be barren which
hears the whisper of
the wind
in the branches, or the voice
of the sea as it breaks
upon
the shore;
and no soul can
lack happiness looking up
to the
midnight stars.
William Winter
Nature, like a kind and smiling
mother, lends
herself
to our dreams and
cherishes our fancies.
Victor Hugo
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But, indeed, it is not so much for its beauty that
the forest makes a claim
upon people's hearts, as for that subtle
something, that quality
of the air, that emanation from the old
trees, that so wonderfully
changes and renews a weary spirit.
Robert Louis Stevenson
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They who wander widest lift
No more of beauties' jealous veils,
Than they who from their doorways see
The miracle of flowers and trees.
John Greenleaf Whittier
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The very uprightness of the pines and maples
asserts the ancient
rectitude and vigor of nature. Our lives
need the relief of such
a background, where the pine flourishes
and the jay still screams.
Henry David Thoreau
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Cliffs that rise a thousand feet without a break,
Lakes that stretch a hundred miles without a wave,
Sands that are white through all the year, without a stain,
Pine-tree woods, winter and summer, ever green,
Streams that forever flow and flow without a pause,
Trees that for twenty thousand years your vows have kept,
You have suddenly healed the pain of a traveler's heart.
Chang
Fang-sheng
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I was utterly alone with the sun and the earth.
Lying down on the grass,
I spoke in my soul to the earth, the sun,
the air, and the distant sea far
beyond sight. I thought of the
earth's firmness--I felt it bear me up: through
the grassy couch
there came an influence as if I could feel the great earth
speaking to me. I thought of the wandering air--its pureness,
which is its beauty;
the air touched me and gave me something of
itself. I spoke to the sea: though
so far, in my mind I saw it,
green at the rim of the earth and blue in deeper ocean;
I desired
to have its strength, its mystery and glory. Then I addressed the
sun,
desiring the soul equivalent of his light and brilliance, his
endurance and unwearied
race. I turned to the blue heaven over,
gazing into its depth, inhaling its exquisite
colour and
sweetness. The rich blue of the unattainable flower of the sky
drew
my soul towards it, and there it rested, for pure colour is
rest of heart. By all these
I prayed; I felt an emotion of the
soul beyond all definition; prayer is a puny thing
to it, and the
word is a rude sign to the feeling, but I know no other. By the
blue
heaven, by the rolling sun bursting through untrodden space,
a new ocean of ether
every day unveiled. By the fresh and
wandering air encompassing the world;
by the sea sounding on the
shore--the green sea white-flecked at the margin and
the deep
ocean; by the strong earth under me. Then, returning, I prayed by
the
sweet thyme, whose little flowers I touched with my hand ; by
the slender grass;
by the crumble of dry chalky earth I took up
and let fall through my fingers.
Touching the crumble of earth,
the blade of grass, the thyme flower, breathing
the
earth-encircling air, thinking of the sea and the sky, holding out
my hand for
the sunbeams to touch it, prone on the sward in token
of deep reverence, thus
I prayed that I might touch the
unutterable existence infinitely higher than deity.
Richard Jefferies
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The gentle rain which waters my beans and keeps me
in the house today
is not drear and melancholy, but good for me
too. Though it prevents
my hoeing them, it is of far more
worth than my hoeing. If it should
continue so long as to
cause the seeds to rot in the ground and
destroy the potatoes in
the low lands, it would still be good for the grass
on the
uplands, and, being good for the grass, would be good for me, too.
Henry
David Thoreau
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The
beauty of the trees, the softness of the air,
the fragrance of the grass, they speak to me.
The summit of the mountain, the thunder of the sky,
the rhythm of the sea, speaks to me.
The faintness of the stars, the freshness of the morning,
the dewdrop on the flower, speaks to me.
The strength of the fire, the taste of the salmon,
the trail of the sun, and the life that never goes away,
they speak to me.
And my heart soars.
Chief
Dan George
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People's hearts away from nature become
hard.
Standing Bear
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Look
at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the
stars. . .
and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole
existence is joyful.
Everything is simply happy. Trees are happy for no reason;
they are not going
to become prime ministers or presidents and they are not going to
become rich
and they will never have any bank balance. Look at the
flowers - for no reason.
It is simply unbelievable how happy flowers are.
Osho
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I
remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of
pine
and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung
upon it, as upon
a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets. It
has given me
blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of
our
modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the
peaceful.
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and
benumbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the
coyote
wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
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If
the sight of the
blue skies fills you
with joy, if a blade
of grass springing up
in the fields has
power to move you,
if the simple things
of nature have a
message that you
understand, rejoice,
for your soul is alive.
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Once
you have heard the lark, known the swish of feet
through hill-top grass and smelt the earth made ready
for the seed, you are never again going to be fully happy
about the cities and towns that people
carry like a crippling weight upon their backs.
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This above all--ask yourself in the stillest hour
of your night: must I write?
Delve into yourself for a deep answer. And if this should be
affirmative,
if you may meet this earnest question with a strong and simple
"I must,"
then build your life according to this necessity; your life even
into its most
indifferent and slightest hour must be a sign of this urge and a
testimony
to it. Then draw near to Nature. Then try, like some
first human being,
to say what you see and experience and love and lose.
Rainer
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Nature
teaches more than she preaches. There are no sermons in
stones.
It is easier to get a spark out of a stone than a moral.
John
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There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland
scenery that enters into
the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble
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if only we have the eyes to see them.
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Nature,
like a kind and smiling mother,
lends herself to our dreams and cherishes our fancies.
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Let us permit nature to have her way:
she understands her business better than we do.
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Familiarity
with nature never breeds contempt. The more one learns,
the more one expects surprises, and the more one becomes aware
of the inscrutable.
Archibald
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Go forth, under the open sky, and listen to
Nature's teachings.
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