Only as a child's awareness and reverence for the wholeness of life are developed can his humanity to his own kind reach its full development.

If you wish your children to think deep thoughts, to know the holiest emotions, take them to the woods and hills, and give them the freedom of the meadows; the hills purify those who walk upon them.

Must we always teach our children with books? Let them look at the stars and the mountains above. Let them look at the waters and the trees and flowers on Earth. Then they will begin to think, and to think is the beginning of a real education.

As a child, one has that magical capacity to move among the many eras of the earth; to see the land as an animal does; to experience the sky from the perspective of a flower or a bee; to feel the earth quiver and breathe beneath us; to know a hundred different smells of mud and listen unselfconsciously to the soughing of the trees.

Every child is born a naturalist. His eyes are, by nature, open to the glories of the stars, the beauty of the flowers, and the mystery of life.

Teaching Children Through Nature

One should pay attention to even the smallest crawling creature for these too may have a valuable lesson to teach us.

You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns.

To look at any thing, If you would know that thing, You must look at it long...

Look! Look! Look deep into nature and you will understand everything.

The whole secret of the study of nature lies in learning how to use one's eyes...

Come forth into the light of things, let Nature be your teacher.

There is in all visible things an invisible fecundity, a dimmed light, a meek namelessness, a hidden wholeness. This mysterious unity and integrity is wisdom, the mother of us all, natura naturans. There is in all things an inexhaustible sweetness and purity, a silence that is a fountain of action and joy. It rises up in wordless gentleness, and flows out to me from the unseen roots of all created being.

If there is any wisdom running through my life now, in my walking on this earth, it came from listening in the Great Silence to the stones, trees, space, the wild animals, to the pulse of all life as my heartbeat.

Whenever I have found myself stuck in the ways I relate to things, I return to nature. It is my principal teacher, and I try to open my whole being to what it has to say.

Believe one who knows: you will find something greater in woods than in books. Trees and stones will teach you that which you can never learn from masters.

Nature is man's teacher. She unfolds her treasure to his search, unseals his eye, illumes his mind, and purifies his heart; an influence breathes from all the sights and sounds of her existence.

Away from the tumult of motor and mill I want to be care-free; I want to be still! I'm weary of doing things; weary of words I want to be one with the blossoms and birds.

The forest makes your heart gentle. You become one with it... No place for greed or anger there.

It was in the forest that I found the peace that passeth understanding

In the woods, we return to reason and faith. There I feel that nothing can befall me in life, - no disgrace, no calamity (leaving me my eyes), which nature cannot repair.

Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.

And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

In those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.

I am in love with this world . . . I have climbed its mountains, roamed its forests, sailed its waters, crossed its deserts, felt the sting of its frosts, the oppression of its heats, the drench of its rains, the fury of its winds, and always have beauty and joy waited upon my goings and comings.

What a joy it is to feel the soft, springy earth under my feet once more,to follow grassy roads that lead to ferny brooks where I can bathe my fingers in a cataract of rippling notes, or to clamber over a stone wall into green fields that tumble and roll and climb in riotous gladness!

The world is mud-luscious and puddle-wonderful.

There is something of the marvelous in all things of nature.

If there is one thing clear about the centuries dominated by the factory and the wheel, it is that although the machine can make everything from a spoon to a landing-craft, a natural joy in earthly living is something it never has and never will be able to manufacture.

For the 99 percent of the time we've been on Earth, we were hunter and gatherers, our lives dependent on knowing the fine, small details of our world. Deep inside, we still have a longing to be reconnected with the nature that shaped our imagination, our language, our song and dance, our sense of the divine.

...no matter how complex or affluent, human societies are nothing but subsystems of the biosphere, the Earth's thin veneer of life, which is ultimately run by bacteria, fungi and green plants.

Your deepest roots are in nature. No matter who you are, where you live, or what kind of life you lead, you remain irrevocably linked with the rest of creation.

These are brand-new birds of twelve-months' growing, Which a year ago, or less than twain, No finches were, nor nightingales,Nor thrushes, But only particles of grain, And earth and air, and rain.

One touch of nature makes the whole world kin.

You didn't come into this world. You came out of it, like a wave from the ocean. You are not a stranger here.

We inter-breath with the rain forests, we drink from the oceans. They are part of our own body.

Man is not himself only...He is all that he sees; all that flows to him from a thousand sources...He is the land, the lift of its mountain lines, the reach of its valleys.

Stability of earth, Firmness of rock.

I arise today Through the strength of heaven: Light of sun, Radiance of moon, Splendour of fire. Speed of lightning, Swiftness of wind, Depth of sea,

Our natural world is alive with beauty and wonder. It's important for our peace of mind and our enthusiasm for life to love the world we live in and care for the earth and all living things. We hope that these nature quotes will awaken a sense of awe and appreciation for our earth so that we can live in greater harmony with it.

How easy and simple it is to live enjoyably when the simple, interminable blue of the sky, with its long wisps of white clouds, become a pleasant thing to behold, a thing of beauty that thrills you every time you care to look skyward.

The ocean . . . cold and wild the surf, rushing in to overwhelm the beach, the wind, stinging my cheeks, enveloping me in total freedom.

We do not see nature with our eyes, but with our understandings and our hearts.

If one daffodil is worth a thousand pleasures, then one is too few.

Meandering in a shady stream, it can make a home for green growing things.

Unloosed in a river, it can slice through layers of volcanic ash like a knife through a cake.

The powers of water are immeasurable. In the form of ice, it can chisel rock as effectively as steel.

Like a night without starlight, so is a life without love.

I think that folks should carry bright umbrellas in the rain . . .to smile into the sullen sky and make it glad again.

There is nothing more beautiful than a rainbow - but it takes both rain and sunshine to make one. If life is to be rounded and many-colored, like a rainbow, both joy and sorrow must come to it.

After a thundershower, the weather takes a pledge and signs it with a rainbow.

Flowers are like human beings . . . they thrive on a little kindness.

Each moment of the year has its own beauty . . . a picture which was never before and shall never be seen again.

The silence of nature is very real. It surrounds you . . . you can feel it.

A little bit of love can be like sunshine after rain and cause someone to realize that the life is not in vain.

Children run wildly, breathlessly . . . facing the wind . . . absorbing its speed.

Be like the bird, who halting in his flight on limb too slight, feels it give way beneath him, yet sings knowing he hath wings.

The best thing about animals is that they don't talk much.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods . . . there is rapture on the lonely shore.

The landscape belongs to the person who looks at it.