| Author |
Quotes |
| Bob Ferris | Wolves are very resourceful. All they need to survive is for people not to shoot them. |
| Boris Pasternak | Poetry is a rich, full-bodied whistle, cracked ice crunching in pails, the night that numbs the leaf, the duel of two nightingales, the sweet pea that has run wild, Creation's tears in shoulder blades. |
| Carl Reiner | A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water. |
| Charles Churchill | Not without art, but yet to Nature true. |
| Clare Booth Luce | anonymous fruit. |
| Claude Monet | I perhaps owe having become a painter to flowers. |
| Dale Carnegie | One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today. |
| Dan Quayle | It isn't pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air and water that are doing it. |
| Darryl Cherney | I'm not an environmentalist. I'm an Earth warrior. |
| Decimus Junius Juvenal | Nature never says one thing and wisdom another. |
| Denise Levertov | You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it sheds needles all over your flowers or wakes you, dropping big cones onto your deck at still of night. |
| Diane Ackerman | Hit a tripwire of smell and memories explode all at once. A complex vision leaps out of the undergrowth. |
| Dogen | A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it. |
| Dorothy Parker | Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring. |
| E E Cummings | I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes. |
| Edward Abbey | For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! |
| Edward Payson Rod | Look at us, said the violets blooming at her feet, all last winter we slept in the seeming death but at the right time God awakened us, and here we are to comfort you. |
| Elizabeth Gray Vining | Fragments came floating into his mind like bits of wood drifting down a stream, and he fished them out and fitted them together. |
| Elwyn Brooks White | I would feel more optimistic about a bright future for man if he spent less time proving that he can outwit Nature and more time tasting her sweetness and respecting her seniority. |
| Emily Dickinson | How strange that nature does not knock, and yet does not intrude! |
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