I have never been able to grasp the meaning of time. I don't believe it exists. I've felt this again and again when alone and out in nature. On such occasions time does not exist. Nor does the future exist.
Another thing I like to do is sit back and take in nature. To look at the birds listen to their singing go hiking camping and jogging and running walking along the beach playing games and sometimes being alone with the great outdoors. It's very special to me.
Sensual love deceives one as to the nature of heavenly love it could not do so alone but since it unconsciously has the element of heavenly love within it it can do so.
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.
Though nature be ever so generous yet can she not make a hero alone. Fortune must contribute her part too and till both concur the work cannot be perfected.
We are not weak if we make a proper use of those means which the God of Nature has placed in our power... the battle sir is not to the strong alone it is to the vigilant the active the brave.
The best remedy for those who are afraid lonely or unhappy is to go outside somewhere where they can be quiet alone with the heavens nature and God. Because only then does one feel that all is as it should be.
I feel the 21st century is another new age. Not only can we collaborate again with nature but we have to. It's an emergency.
Age is not measured by years. Nature does not equally distribute energy. Some people are born old and tired while others are going strong at seventy.
It lies in human nature that where you experience your first laughs you also remember the age kindly.
I've been very competitive by nature from a young age whether it was eating a bowl of pasta faster than somebody else or always wanting to be the first one in line.
To be happy we must be true to nature and carry our age along with us.
The stars shall fade away the sun himself Grow dim with age and nature sink in years But thou shalt flourish in immortal youth Unhurt amidst the wars of elements The wrecks of matter and the crush of worlds.
He who is of calm and happy nature will hardly feel the pressure of age but to him who is of an opposite disposition youth and age are equally a burden.
Middle age is the awkward period when Father Time starts catching up with Mother Nature.
Youth is the gift of nature but age is a work of art.