Quotes About Beauty

All a green willow, willow, All a green willow is my garland.

If you've seen one redwood, you've seen them all.

Every craggy and gnarled tree has its own strange and graceful legend attached to it.

Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.

The chestnut's proud, and the lilac's pretty, The poplar's gentle and tall, But the plane tree's kind to the poor dull city - I love him best of all.

I like old people, just as I like old trees: in their shadow there is freshness and peace, one admires them, and around them everything is so calm.

This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose

Sometimes I long so much to do landscape, just as one would go for a long walk to refresh oneself, and in all of nature, in trees for instance, I see expression and a soul.

Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.

Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Oh the joys that came down shower-like, Of friendship, love, and liberty, Ere I was old!

The swan who goes on living in its parents' tree will die; this is why those who are beautiful and talented bear the burden of finding their own way in the world.

It is much more exquisite to be blown from the tree as a flower than to be shaken down as a shriveled and bitter fruit.

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.

Worpswede, Worpswede, I cannot get you out of my mind... Your magnificent pine trees! I call them my men--thick, gnarled, powerful, and tall--yet with the most delicate nerves and fibers in them.

Today I stood taller from walking among the trees.

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

A lonely fir-tree is standing On a northern barren height; It sleeps, and the ice and snow-drift Cast round it a garment of white.

Yes, I do talk to my trees. I did say to one 'You'd better smarten yourself up or you'll be gone' and the next year, well, you've never seen such a mass of flowers.