Today’s quote (up to Dec. 31, 2010)

December 31, 2010

A new year is unfolding like a blossom with petals curled tightly concealing the beauty within. — Unknown

December 30, 2010

Adapt or perish, now as ever, is nature’s inexorable imperative. — H.G. Wells

December 29, 2010

The goal of life is living in agreement with nature. — Zeno

December 28, 2010

Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction. — Edward O. Wilson

December 27, 2010

If it weren’t for the rocks in its bed, the stream would have no song. — Carl Perkins

December 26, 2010

If there is magic on this planet, it is contained in water. — Loran Eisely

December 25, 2010 — Merry Christmas!

Like snowflakes, my Christmas memories gather and dance — each beautiful, unique and too soon gone. — Deborah Whipp

December 24, 2010

All are but parts of one stupendous whole,

Whose body Nature is, and God the soul — Alexander Pope

December 23, 2010

Man’s heart away from nature becomes hard. — Standing Bear

December 22, 2010

Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. — Rachel Carson

December 21, 2010 — First day of winter!

Of winter’s lifeless world each tree

Now seems a perfect part;

Yet each one holds summer’s secret

Deep down within its heart.  —  Charles G. Stater

December 20, 2010

Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads. — Henry David Thoreau

December 19, 2010

Life is good only when it is magical and musical, a perfect timing and consent, and when we do not anatomise it…. You must hear the bird’s song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

December 18, 2010

Nature never breaks her own laws. — Leonardo da Vinci

December 17, 2010

Accuse not Nature: she hath done her part; Do thou but thine.  —  John Milton

December 16, 2010

Speak to the earth, and it shall teach thee. — The Bible

December 15, 2010

Water and air, the two essential fluids on which all life depends, have become global garbage cans. — Jacques Cousteau

December 14, 2010

We are all dependent on one another, every sould of us on earth. — George Bernard Shaw

December 13, 2010

Even if I were certain that the world would end tomorrow, I would plant a tree this very day. — Martin Luther King Jr.

December 12, 2010

I am comforted by life’s stability, by earth’s unchangeableness. What has seemed new and frightening assumes its place in the unfolding of knowledge. It is good to know our universe. What is new is only new to us. — Pearl S. Buck

December 11, 2010

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees

as tempts me to respect a man

in exact proportion to his respect for them.

— James Russell Lowell

December 10, 2010

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly, our whole life would change. — Buddha

December 9, 2010

In the beauty of nature lies the spirit of hope. — Author unknown

December 8, 2010

Nature and Books belong to the eyes that see them. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

December 7, 2010

I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles. — Anne Frank

December 6, 2010

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. — William Blake

December 5, 2010

If you’re not beside a real river, close your eyes, and sit down beside an imaginary one, a river where you feel comfortable and safe. Know that the water has wisdom, in its motion through the world, as much wisdom as any of us have. Picture yourself as the water. We are liquid; we innately share water’s wisdom. — Eric Alan

December 4, 2010

The sun that brief December day

Rose cheeerless over hills of gray,

And, darkly circled, gave at noon

A sadder light than waning moon. — John Greenleaf Whittier

December 3, 2010

Whatever befalls in accordance with Nature shall be accounted good. — Cicero

December 2, 2010

God gave us memory so that we might have roses in December. — James Matthew Barrie

December 1, 2010

This is what I have heard

at last the wind in December

lashing the old trees with rain

unseen rain racing along the tiles

under the moon

wind rising and falling

wind with many clouds

trees in the night wind. — W. S. Merwin

November 30, 2010

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on. A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind. — Aldo Leopold

November 29, 2010

It is hard to hear the north wind again,
And to watch the treetops, as they sway.

They sway, deeply and loudly, in an effort,
So much less than feeling, so much less than speech,

Saying and saying, the way things say
On the level of that which is not yet knowledge:

A revelation not yet intended.
It is like a critic of God, the world

And human nature, pensively seated
On the waste throne of his own wilderness.

Deeplier, deeplier, loudlier, loudlier,
The trees are swaying, swaying, swaying.”
—  Wallace Stevens, The Region November

November 28, 2010

To put your hands in a river is to feel the chords that bind the earth together. — Barry Lopez

November 27, 2010

Rain! Whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains. — Henry Ward Beecher

November 26, 2010

So dull and dark are the November days. The lazy mist high up the evening curled, And now the morn quites hides in smoke and haze; The place we occupy seems all the world. — John Clare

November 25, 2010

When chill November’s surly blast make fields and forest bare. — Robert Burns

November 24, 2010

Wisdom begins in wonder. — Socrates

November 23, 2010

You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she will always hurry back. — Horace

November 22, 2010

True religion is real living; living with all one’s soul, with all one’s goodness and righteousness. — Albert Einstein

November 21, 2010 — Full moon

The body is like a November birch facing the full moon

And reaching into the cold heavens.

In these trees there is no ambition, no sodden body, no leaves,

Nothing but bare trunks climbing like cold fire!

My last walk in the trees has come. At dawn

I must return to the trapped fields,

To the obedient earth.

The trees shall be reaching all the winter.

It is a joy to walk in the bare woods.

The moonlight is not broken by the heavy leaves.

The leaves are down, and touching the soaked earth,

Giving off the odors that partridges love.

— Robert Bly, Solitude Late at Night in the Woods

November 20, 2010

The sky is the daily bread of the eyes. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

November 19, 2010

Like Confucious of old, I am so absorbed in the wonder of the earth and the life upon it, that I cannot think of heaven and the angels. — Pearl S. Buck

November 18, 2010

My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. —  Robert Frost

November 17, 2010

Rain is grace; rain is the sky condescending to the earth; without rain there would be no life. — John Updike

November 16, 2010

Autumn is marching on: even the scarecrows are wearing dead leaves. — Otsuyu Nakagawa

November 15, 2010

Autumn is the eternal corrective. It is ripeness and color and a time of maturity; but it is also breadth, and depth, and distance. What man can stand with autumn on a hilltop and fail to see the span of his world and the meaning of the rolling hills that reach to the far horizon? — Hal Borland

November 14, 2010

Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. — Harper LeeM

November 13, 2010

The happiest man is he who learns from nature the lesson of worship. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

November 12, 2010

To be interested in the changing seasons is a happier state of mind than to be hopelessly in love with spring. — George Santayana

November 11, 2010  Remembrance Day

What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.  — Helen Keller

November 10, 2010

When we heal the earth, we heal ourselves. — David Orr

November 9, 2010

There’s a double beauty whenever a swan

Swims on a lake with her double thereon. — Thomas Hood

November 8, 2010

All my life through, the new sights of Nature made me rejoice like a child. — Marie Curie

November 7, 2010

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them. — Bill Vaughan

November 6, 2010

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan. — Robinson Jeffers

November 5, 2010

Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson,

Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green.

Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing

With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. — William Cullen BryantG

November 4, 2010

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf. — Albert Schweitzer

November 3, 2010

When all the trees have been cut down,

When all the animals have been hunted,

when all the waters are polluted,

when all the air is unsafe to breathe,

only then will you discover you cannot eat money. — Cree prophecy

November 2, 2010

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree. — Emily Bronte

November 1, 2010

Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods. — William Allingham

October 31, 2010 — Happy Halloween!

I would rather sit on a pumpkin and have it all to myself than be crowded on a velvet cushion. — Henry David Thoreau

October 30, 2010

The method of nature: who could ever analyze it? — Ralph Waldo Emerson

October 29, 2010

Listen! the wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves, we have had our summer evenings, now for October eves! — Humbert Wolfe

October 28, 2010

Take almost any path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. — Herman Melville

October 27, 2010

A few days ago I walked along the edge of the lake and was treated to the crunch and rustle of leaves with each step I made. The acoustics of this season are different and all sounds, no matter how hushed, are as crisp as autumn air. — Eric Sloane

October 26, 2010

Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. — Rachel Carson

October 25, 2010

Dainty milkweed babies, wrapped in cradles green,
Rocked by Mother Nature, fed by hands unseen.
Brown coats have the darlings, slips of milky white,
And wings – but that’s a secret – they’re folded out of sight.
The cradles grow so narrow, what will the babies do?
They’ll only grow the faster, and look up toward the blue.
And now they’ve found the secret, they’re flying through the air,
They’ve left the cradles empty – do milkweed babies care?
— From an early 20th-century primer; author unknown

October 24, 2010

Until mankind can extend the circle of his compassion to include all living things, he will never, himself, know peace. — Albert Schweitzer

October 23, 2010

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen. It is the distant hills once more in sight, and the enduring constellations above them once again.Hal Borland

October 22, 2010

Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it. — Henry David Thoreau

October 21, 2010

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. — Eleonora Duse

October 20, 2010

There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on the feelings, as now in October. — Nathaniel Hawthorne

October 19, 2010

The milkweed pods are breaking, and the bits of silken down, float off upon the autumn breeze, across the meadows brown. — Cecil Cavendish

October 18, 2010

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

October 17, 2010

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns. — George Eliot

October 16, 2010

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree — Emily Bronte

October 15, 2010

All those golden autumn days the sky was full of wings. Wings beating low over the blue water of Silver Lake, wings beating high in the blue air far above it . . . bearing them all away to the green fields in the South.  — Laura Ingalls Wilder

October 14, 2010

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and the soul. — John Muir

October 13, 2010

Glorious are the woods in their latest gold and crimson, Yet our full-leaved willows are in the freshest green. Such a kindly autumn, so mercifully dealing With the growths of summer, I never yet have seen. — William C. Bryant

October 12, 2010

Not what we say about our blessings, but how we use them, is the true measure of our thanksgiving.  — W.T. Purkiser

October 11, 2010  Canadian Thanksgiving

Oh the Lord is good to me
And so I thank the Lord
for Giving me the things I need
like the sun and the rain and
the Apple Seed….
Oh the Lord is good to me…. — John (Johnny Appleseed) Chapman

October 10, 2010

For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food, for love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends. — Ralph Waldo Emerson

October 9, 2010

There are only two ways to live your life.
One is as though nothing is a miracle.
The other is as if everything is. — Albert Einstein

October 8, 2010

The question is not what you look at, but what you see. — Henry David Thoreau

October 7, 2010

First it was necessary to civilize man in relation to man. Now it is necessary to civilize man in relation to nature and the animals. — Victor Hugo

October 6, 2010

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.  — Rabindranath Tagore

October 5, 2010

Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower. — Albert Camus

October 4, 2010

The milkweed pods are breaking, and the bits of silken down, float off upon the autumn breeze, across the meadows brown. — Cecil Cavendish

October 3, 2010

There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story. . .

— Mahatma Gandhi

October 2, 2010

For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.  For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad.   — Edwin Way Teale

October 1, 2010

The sweet calm sunshine of October, now

Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold

The purple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough

Drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold — William Cullen Bryant

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