#nature

I only know from my own personal experience, and I personally feel that there's a cyclical nature to things, so you don't want to start making generalizations about how bad things have become in comparison to the old days. ↗

— Jeffrey Jones

#bad #become #comparison #cyclical #days

Birds sing after a storm; why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever remains to them? ↗

— Rose Kennedy

#after #birds #delight #feel #free

Falling down became second nature and it really didn't bother me. ↗

— Nancy Kerrigan

#bother #down #falling #me #nature

Everyone can identify with a fragrant garden, with beauty of sunset, with the quiet of nature, with a warm and cozy cottage. ↗

— Thomas Kincade

#cottage #cozy #everyone #fragrant #garden

People who put my paintings on their walls are putting their values on their walls: faith, family, home, a simpler way of living, the beauty of nature, quiet, tranquillity, peace, joy, hope. They beckon you into this world that provides an alternative to your nightly news broadcast. ↗

— Thomas Kincade

#beauty #broadcast #faith #family #home

Borrow trouble for yourself, if that's your nature, but don't lend it to your neighbours. ↗

— Rudyard Kipling

#lend #nature #neighbours #trouble #your

It was a Greek tragedy. Nixon was fulfilling his own nature. Once it started it could not end otherwise. ↗

— Henry A. Kissinger

#could #end #fulfilling #greek #his

All nature's creatures join to express nature's purpose. Somewhere in their mounting and mating, rutting and butting is the very secret of nature itself. ↗

— Graham Swift

#express #itself #join #mating #mounting

Nature never deceives us; it is we who deceive ourselves. ↗

— Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#deceives #nature #never #ourselves #us

After that hard winter, one could not get enough of the nimble air. Every morning I wakened with a fresh consciousness that winter was over. There were none of the signs of spring for which I used to watch in Virginia, no budding woods or blooming gardens. There was only—spring itself; the throb of it, the light restlessness, the vital essence of it everywhere: in the sky, in the swift clouds, in the pale sunshine, and in the warm, high wind—rising suddenly, sinking suddenly, impulsive and playful like a big puppy that pawed you and then lay down to be petted. If I had been tossed down blindfold on that red prairie, I should have known that it was spring. ↗

— Willa Cather

#nature #nature-s-beauty #prairie #similies #spring