Many eyes go through the meadow, but few see the flowers…

In a meadow full of flowers, you cannot walk through and breathe those smells and see all those colors and remain angry. We have…

— Jonas Mekas

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

— Georges Bernanos

To give your sheep or cow a large, spacious meadow is the way to control him.

— Shunryu Suzuki

The idiot greens the meadow with his eyes, The meadow creeps implacable and still; A dog barks, the hammock swings, he lies. One two…

— Allen Tate

Nature I'll court in her sequester'd haunts, By mountain, meadow, streamlet, grove, or cell; Where the pois'd lark his evening ditty chants, And health,…

— Tobias Smollett

She told them simply and directly that the meadow was a place of peace and beauty, where indeed if one came to it in…

— Kathryn Lasky

Hope is a walk through a flowering meadow. One does not require that it lead anywhere.

— Robert Breault

“So, without saying anything to the others, it made its way to the farthest corner of the meadow and began to toast an imaginary…

— Thomas M. Disch

Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to…

— Alexandra David-Neel

deep in the meadow , under the willow , a bed of grass , a soft green pillow

— Suzanne Collins

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

— Philip K. Dick

God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, you piles of…

— Samuel Taylor Coleridge

The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned…

— Anna Sewell

It’s the place of the story, beginning here, in the meadow of late summer flowers, thriving before the Atlantic storms drive wet and winter…

— Gregory Maguire

“I know I can't own a hilltop, a meadow, or a mountainside. But keeping it a secret somehow makes it mine.”

— Joyce Rachelle