June would always be Charlotte's favorite month on Quinnipeague. She loved the frothy roil of the sea as it recovered from a day of rain, and in those early mornings, before the fog lifted and sun war...
Here is a wonderful habit: From time to time stop; move not; speak not; just watch the nature, because this is the best way to realise explicitly the miracles surrounding us!
Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.
In a few moments all the stars came out above the intense blackness of the earth and the great lagoon gleaming suddenly with reflected lights resembled an oval patch of night sky flung down into the h...
If a man walk in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded as a loafer; but if he spends his whole day as a speculator, shearing off those woods and making earth b...
Thorns with rose petals, beauty with imperfection, softness of insensibility, pain of love; duality of human nature
He used to say, God is everywhere. In the work of your hands; in the beating of a bird's wings; in the roots of an oak and in the stones of the riverbed. In the rising of the sun. In the heart of a ma...
The world is always the same. Always beautiful: why should we let our delight in it die? The answer to this problem lies in education. If we teach our children to love everything about them - the sky,...
Open spaces sing to my heartof the art of nature and the nature of art.
As soon as he had left the room and walked into the air, he knew that he would never return and for the first time his fears lifted. It was a spring morning, and when he walked into Severndale Park he...
But something happened when I got out into the world, something that changed me. It was the reconnection of being at one with yourself and with this world.
The sound of thunder, the smell of rain. The earth giving birth to another season. Nature's labor pains...beautiful.
Then the vulture swooped down and away, racing the LeTort spring to the Conodoguinet Creek from there to the Susquehanna river and from there to the sea. Same river my ancestors took to reach the plac...
Neither humans nor the Gods that they have created are superior to old Mother Nature.
The more I love nature the least I'm afraid to die. I wouldn't mind being a part of the trees and the place that makes everything possible.
I have spent many an hour, when I was younger, floating over its surface as the zephyr willed, having paddled my boat to the middle, and lying on my back across the seats, in a summer forenoon, dreami...
There's nothing man can imagine that nature hasn't already created a zillion times better.
I watch a spider outside my window, how she carefully weaves a dreamcatcher in the corner. Just for me.
Life is always more beautiful and worth living when you are capable of enjoying the beauty of nature
Don't become so materialistic and mechanized that one day you stop believing in God's created nature and the natural beauty,Enjoy god gifted natural beauty to the fullest as you have only one LIFE!!!
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