These little thoughts are the rustle of leaves ; they have their whisper of joy in my mind.
這些瑣碎的想法，是樹葉間的風聲；它們喜悅的細語，留在我的心底。
- 泰戈爾
At no other time (than autumn) does the earth let itself be inhaled in one smell, the ripe earth;
in a smell that is in no way inferior to the smell of the sea, bitter where it borders on taste, and more honeysweet where you feel it touching the first sounds.
Containing depth within itself, darkness, something of the grave almost.
- Rainer Maria Rilke
On nights the moon climbs slowly, sometimes so dusted with rust and rose, brown, and gold tones that it nearly drips earth colors and seems intimately braided with Earth.
While the gray-white moon seems farther away, sailing in a sea of black.
- Paul Bogard, The End of Night: Searching for Natural Darkness in an Age of Artificial Light
On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall.
Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches cut into sharp crucifixes and forced to lie flat against the stone.
Below, the huge frilled lips of giant tulips in shades of white and cream nodded in their beds.
- Meg Rosoff
Whenever the May breeze blew, the pink apple blossoms tumbled down like snow.
The afternoon sunlight dappled green and silver and gold through the leaves in the apple orchard.
- Neil Gaiman, Stardust
In pale moonlight, the wisteria's scent comes from far away.
- Yosa Buson
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
- Albert Camus
Autumn's the mellow time.
- William Allingham
The purpose of art is washing the dust of daily life off our souls.
- Pablo Picasso
Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.
- Gerard De Nerval
Autumn seemed to arrive suddenly that year. The morning of the first September was crisp and golden as an apple.
- J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.
- Vincent Van Gogh
In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
- Albert Camus
Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction.
- E. O. Wilson
審美、知識、認知、甚至精神上的滿足
Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
- Langston Hughes
Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.
- Theodore Roethke
All that is gold does not glitter, not all those who wander are lost; the old that is strong does not wither, deep roots are not reached by the frost.
- J. R. R. Tolkien
Forests, lakes, and rivers, clouds and winds, stars and flowers, stupendous glaciers and crystal snowflakes - every form of animate or inanimate existence, leaves its impress upon the soul of man.
- Orison Swett Marden
We experience ourselves our thoughts and feelings as something separate from the rest.
A kind of optical delusion of consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us,
restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.
A human being is a part of the whole called by us universe, a part limited in time and space.
He experiences himself, his thoughts and feeling as something separated from the rest,
a kind of optical delusion of his consciousness. This delusion is a kind of prison for us,
restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.
Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to
embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.
- Albert Einstein
And Harry remembered his first nightmarish trip into the forest, the first time
he had ever encountered the thing that was then Voldemort, and how he had faced
him, and how he and Dumbledore had discussed fighting a losing battle not long
thereafter. It was important, Dumbledore said, to fight, and fight again, and
keep fighting, for only then could evil be kept at bay, though never quite eradicated......
And Harry saw very clearly as he sat there under the hot sun how people who cared
about him had stood in front of him one by one, his mother, his father, his godfather,
and finally Dumbledore, all determined to protect him; but now that was over.
He could not let anybody else stand between him and Voldemort; he must abandon
forever the illusion he ought to have lost at the age of one, that the shelter of
a parent’s arms meant that nothing could hurt him. There was no waking from his
nightmare, no comforting whisper in the dark that he was safe really, that it was
all in his imagination; the last and greatest of his protectors had died, and he
was more alone than he had ever been before.
- J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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