The best Quotes by Edwin Way Teale

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring.

Our spirits need simple things, the smell of fresh-turned earth and the ancient music of wind among the trees.

For observing nature, the best pace is a snail's pace.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.

The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.

The world is full of magic. Small things become big. Winter turns to spring. One thing always changes into another.

Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime. For example, you're walking along minding your own business, you're looking neither to the left, nor to the right, when all of the sudden, you run smack into a pretty face. You begin to get weak in the knees, your head's in a whirl! And then you feel light as feather, and before you know it you're walking on air! And then you know what? You're knocked for a loop! And you completely lose your head!

Nearly everybody gets twitterpated in the springtime.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold: when it is summer in the light, and winter in the shade.

I soared above the song birds
And never heard them sing
I lived my life in winter
And then you brought the spring

By March, the worst of the winter would be over. The snow would thaw, the rivers begin to run and the world would wake into itself again.

There is no winter without snow, no spring without sunshine, and no happiness without companions.

Fallen leaves lying on the grass in the November sun bring more happiness than the daffodils.

November is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for ten months and not doing any for another two.

Nobody is perfect, but people born in November almost get there.

November's sky is chill and drear,
November's leaf is red and sear.

I don't want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning.

Everything that made that giant tree is already contained inside this tiny little seed. All it needs is some time, a little bit of sunshine and rain, and voilá!

No one can reap the fruit before planting the trees.

The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.

So many people today - and even professional scientists - seem to me like someone who has seen thousands of trees but has never seen a forest.

Forests are the world's air-conditioning system - the lungs of the planet - and we are on the verge of switching it off.

Even if one tree falls down it wouldn't affect the entire forest.

What I want is for the humans and the forest to live in peace!

What began as a common desire to secure wilderness for people to enjoy, has become a worldwide movement to preserve these areas for future generations. They're a place to escape the burdens of everyday life and an inspiration for our children. They're a haven for endangered species and a hotbed for scientific research.

Nature's creative power is far beyond man's instinct of destruction.

Nature has to be felt.

We are not to tell Nature what she's gotta be! She's clever. She's always got better imagination than we have.

There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer's best of weather and autumn's best of cheer.

Aprils have never meant much to me, autumns seem that season of beginning.

It is not the strong or the smart that survive, but the ones who can bring about change.

If you don't change with the times, the times are going to change you.

Simba: "Looks like the winds are changing."
Rafiki: "Change is good."
Simba: "Yeah, but it's not easy."

Darlin', "forever" is a long, long time and time has a way of changin' things.

The hope is there. The sun is rising. Our best days are yet to come.

I stayed up all night wondering where the sun went. Then it dawned on me.

Take it from me, buddy: It's darkest just before the dawn.

Get outside. Watch the sunrise. Watch the sunset. How does that make you feel? Does it make you feel big or tiny? Because there's something good about feeling both.

May is a gentle reminder for not having done a single thing from your new year resolution for four months and not doing any for the next eight.

The month of May was come, when every lusty heart beginneth to blossom, and to bring forth fruit.

April is a promise that May is bound to keep.

Anyone else got the feeling that April lasted exactly three days?

One candidate is too old and mentally unfit to be president. The other one is me.

What do you call an Asian Dwayne Johnson?
The Wok.