Top 70 John Muir Nature Quotes
#1. If the Creator were to bestow a new set of senses upon us, or slightly remodel the present ones, leaving all the rest of nature unchanged, we should never doubt we were in another world, and so in strict reality we should be, just as if all the world besides our senses were changed.
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#2. Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.
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#3. This is Nature's own reservation, and every lover of wildness will rejoice with me that by kindly frost it is so well defended.
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#4. Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.
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#6. Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
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#7. Any glimpse into the life of an animal quickens our own and makes it so much the larger and better in every way.
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#8. Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky.
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#9. There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties
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#10. When I was a child in Scotland, I was fond of everything that was wild, and all my life I've been growing fonder and fonder of wild places and wild creatures. Fortunately, around my native town of Dunbar, by the stormy North Sea, there was no lack of wildness...
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#11. You bathe in these spirit-beams, turning round and round, as if warming at a camp-fire. Presently you lose consciousness of your own separate existence: you blend with the landscape, and become part and parcel of nature.
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#12. Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.
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#13. Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun, - part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.
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#14. The soft light of morning falls upon ripening forests of oak and elm, walnut and hickory, and all Nature is thoughtful and calm.
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#15. Everybody needs beauty ... places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike.
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#16. Another glorious day, the air as delicious to the lungs as nectar to the tongue.
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#17. Most people are on the world, not in it - have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them - undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate.
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#18. There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself.
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#19. What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!
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#20. There are no accidents in Nature,
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#21. Come to the woods, for here is rest, ...climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.
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#22. The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.
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#23. I suppose we need not go mourning the buffaloes. In the nature of things, they had to give place to better cattle, though the change might have been made without barbarous wickedness.
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#24. When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world.
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#25. Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity
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#26. To myself, mountains are the beginning and the end of all natural scenery; in them, and in the forms of inferior landscape that lead to them, my affections are wholly bound up.
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#27. Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all afflictions.
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#28. None of Nature's landscapes are ugly so long as they are wild.
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#29. Nature is always lovely, invincible, glad, whatever is done and suffered by her creatures. All scars she heals, whether in rocks or water or sky or hearts.
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#30. No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening - still all is Beauty!
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#31. Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.
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#32. Wildness was ever sounding in our ears, and Nature saw to it that besides school lessons some of her own lessons should be learned, perhaps with a view to the time when we should be called to wander in wildness to our heart's content.
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#33. Tug on anything in nature and you will find it connected to everything else.
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#34. The waving of a pine tree on the top of a mountain - a magic wand in Nature's hand - every devout mountaineer knows its power; but the marvelous beauty value of what the Scotch call a breckan in a still dell, what poet has sung this?
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#35. Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill.
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#36. God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.
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#37. Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another.
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#38. I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.
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#39. Going to the woods is going home.
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#40. While cares will drop off like autumn leaves.
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#41. So extraordinary is Nature with her choicest treasures, spending plant beauty as she spends sunshine, pouring it forth into land and sea, garden and desert. And so the beauty of lilies falls on angels and men, bears and squirrels, wolves and sheep, birds and bees ...
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#42. Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light
a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.
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#43. I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature's loveliness. Heaven knows that John the Baptist was not more eager to get all his fellow sinners into the Jordan than I to baptize all of mine in the beauty of God's mountains.
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#44. In the eternal youth of Nature, you may renew your own.
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#45. Keep close to Nature's heart ... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.
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#46. Storms of every sort, torrents, earthquakes, cataclysms, 'convulsions of nature,' etc., however mysterious and lawless at first sight they may seem, are only harmonious notes in the song of creation, varied expressions of God's love.
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#47. Keep close to Nature's heart, yourself; and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean...
[John Muir to Samuel Hall Young]
Samuel Hall Young
#48. But no temple made with hands can compare with Yosemite. Every rock in its walls seems to glow with life ... as if into this one mountain mansion Nature had gathered her choicest treasures ...
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#49. I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.
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#50. Many of Nature's finest lessons are to be found in her storms, and if careful to keep in right relations with them, we may go safely abroad with them, rejoicing in the grandeur and beauty of their works and ways.
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#51. Look! Nature is overflowing with the grandeur of God!
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#52. The grand show is eternal
It is always sunrise somewhere
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#53. Nature has always something rare to show us ... and the danger to life and limb is hardly greater than one would experience crouching deprecatingly beneath a roof.
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#54. When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
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#55. The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.
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#56. Everyone needs beauty as well as bread, places to play and pray, where nature heals and give strength to body and soul alike.
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#57. Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.
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#58. Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
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#59. I am well again, I came to life in the cool winds and crystal waters of the mountains.
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#60. I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news
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#61. Who publishes the sheet-music of the winds or the music of water written in river-lines?
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#62. The world's big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
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#63. In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks.
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#64. The Big Tree is Nature's forest masterpiece, and so far as I know, the greatest of living things.
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#65. The mountains are calling and I must go.
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#66. We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us.
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#67. By forces seemingly antagonistic and destructive Nature accomplishes her beneficent designs - now a flood of fire, now a flood of ice, now a flood of water; and again in the fullness of time an outburst of organic life ...
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#68. These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar.
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#69. This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls.
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#70. How lavish is Nature building, pulling down, creating, destroying, chasing every material particle from form to form, ever changing, ever beautiful.
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