Fog everywhere. Fog up the river where it flows among green airs and meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls defiled… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
Among the hills, when you sit in the cool shade of the white poplars, sharing the peace and serenity of distant fields… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We rarely get to prepare ourselves in meadows or on graveled walks; we do it on short notice in places without windows,… — Thomas Harris Copy Share Image
“While it is relatively easy to recognize the perennial grasses and seed-eating sparrows as characteristic of meadows, the ecosystems exist in their… — Amy Seidl Copy Share Image
Only--but this is rare-- When a beloved hand is laid in ours, When, jaded with the rush and glare Of the interminable… — Matthew Arnold Copy Share Image
No temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life...Awful in stern, immovable… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Provide of thine own, to have all things at hand; Less work and the workman, unoccupied, stand. Make dry over-head both hovel… — Thomas Tusser Copy Share Image
Far away, in the meadow, shadows flickered in the Mirror's Maze, as if parts of someone's life, yet unborn, were trapped there,… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
[Be grateful for the simple things in life. Don't take them for granted. After all...] What would a blind man give to… — Izaak Walton Copy Share Image
Nature is our friend - trees, squirrels, grass, fields, meadows, oceans - without people. Hike. Walk. Stroll. Bike. Swim. Be in a… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
The poet alone knows astronomy, chemistry, vegetation, and animation, for he does not stop at these facts, but employs them as signs.… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
I am the drying meadow; you the unspoken apology; he is the fluctuating distance between mother and son; she is the first… — Aimee Bender Copy Share Image
To whatever end. Where is the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing? They have passed like rain… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A tranquil summer sunset shone upon him as he approached the end of his walk, and passed through the meadows by the… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
When daisies pied and violets blue And lady-smocks all silver-white And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue Do paint the meadows with delight, The… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
In society, in the best institutions of men, it is easy to detect a certain precocity. When we should still be growing… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
To give your sheep or cow a large, spacious meadow is the way to control him. — Shunryu Suzuki Copy Share Image
The clever way death cuts us down, but makes it look like just a thinning-out. Generations never fall with one blow -… — Alphonse Daudet Copy Share Image
I should be glad if all the meadows on the earth were left in a wild state, if that were the consequence… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
When the hounds of Spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy… — Algernon Charles Swinburne Copy Share Image
Beside the brook and on the umbered meadow, Where yellow fern-tufts fleck the faded ground, With folded lids beneath their palmy shadow… — Sarah Helen Whitman Copy Share Image
Elena had always felt like the center of her own world - who doesn't? The world arranged itself around her like petals… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
The Earth is beautiful, and bright, and kindly, but that is not all. The Earth is also terrible, and dark, and cruel.… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
Sweet moonlight, shining full and clear, Why do you light my torture here? How often have you seen me toil, Burning last… — Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Copy Share Image
