Quotes About Beauty

A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.

Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers; But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.

When the old plum tree blooms, the entire world blooms.

Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.

Sometimes a tree tells you more than can be read in books.

Much of the beauty of Christmas lies in its challenge to look further, deeper, until we find its secret in the heart of God. But we never find that unless we look beyond the presents under the tree.

A pear-tree planted nigh: 'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show, And hung with dangling pears was every bough.

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.

I listened to the pure crystalline notes of one of Mozart's concertos dropping at my feet like leaves from the trees.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart A change of mood And saved some part Of a day I had rued.

To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

I want to do for you what the spring does for the cherry trees

It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.

And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

somewhere within sight of the tree of poetry that is eternity wearing the green leaves of time .

This place of mine never is entered by humans come for conversation, only by the mute moon's light shafts that slip in between the trees.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.

The best friend of earth of man is the tree.

A tree's a tree. How many more do you need to look at?

A tree may look as beautiful as ever; but when you notice the insects infesting it, and the tips of the branches that are brown from disease, even the trunk seems to lose some of its magnificence.