Quotes about Nature

Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.

And we'll see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another, with the same wind to twist it!

What have those lonely mountains worth revealing? More glory and more grief than I can tell:

Winter is not here yet. There's a little flower, up yonder, the last bud from the multitude of bluebells that clouded those turf steps in July with a lilac mist. Will you clamber up and pluck it to show papa?

In all of England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. A perfect misanthropist's Heaven

I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!

Nature and Books belong to the eyes that see them.

I'll walk, but not in old heroic traces, And not in paths of high morality, And not among the half-distinguished faces, The clouded forms of long-past history. I'll walk where my own nature would be leading: It vexes me to choose another guide: Where the grey flocks in ferny glens are feeding; Where the wild wind blows on the mountain side.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.  My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

I lingered round them, under that benign sky; watched the moths fluttering among the heath, and hare-bells; listened to the soft wing breathing through the grass; and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

This is certainly a beautiful country!  In all England, I do not believe that I could have fixed on a situation so completely removed from the stir of society. 

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.