Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath… — Nanette L. Avery
Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath… — Nanette L. Avery
Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath… — Nanette L. Avery
Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath… — Nanette L. Avery
Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath… — Nanette L. Avery
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Mist in the morning is Earth’s morning breath…

— Nanette L. Avery
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More “Beauty in nature” Quotes

But if a man be alone, let him look at the stars. The rays that come from those heavenly worlds, will separate between h — Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature
I am the eye that beholds... And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky... For I am the one they call a — Solange nicole
Such beauty, he thought, was too perfect to have come about by mere chance. That day in the center of the Pacific was, t — Laura Hillenbrand, Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and Redemption
Consider this simple thought. The Lord could have made everything brown. Brown grass, brown flowers, brown sky, brown se — John F. MacArthur Jr., The Love of God
The way God squandered Himself had always hurt her; and annoyed her too. The sky full of wings and only the shepherds aw — Elizabeth Goudge, The Rosemary Tree
There's one thing you can say for air pollution, you get utterly amazing sunrises. — Terry Pratchett
The next time you stand on a beach at night, watching the moon’s bright path across the water, and the conscious of the — Rachel Carson, The Sea Around Us
The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb. — Munia Khan
One of the strangest things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to — Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden
...knowing too that [the sky] was just a kind of rainbow made it glorious. A rainbow that was blue everywhere and covere — Kim Stanley Robinson, 2312
The warmly cool, clear, ringing, perfumed, overflowing, redundant days, were as crystal goblets of Persian sherbet, heap — Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, The Whale
I feel the fluttering of dragonflies—summer creatures that have no use for words. — Larissa Nash, Emerge Literary Journal