Quotes About Trees

As the poet said, 'Only God can make a tree' -- probably because it's so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.

The ancient tea mountains bathed in the setting sunshine. The old tea trees stretching out their ancient branches As if turning their nose to the human world and recalling antiquity.

In fact he was rather boring on the subject, but I kept quiet and took comfort in that old saying about fallen apples and their distance from trees.

Exactly. Now think about it, Tucker. Someone walked up to that young, tender sapling and, without any regard for what was right or wrong, took out a long, sharp steel steeple and hammered it deep into the tree to hold the wire in place. It probably tore the bark and splattered sap into the air. The tree didn't ask for it and certainly didn't deserve it to be done. If you think about it, it was a cruel thing to

This went on for a few minutes, but to save paper and therefore the trees and therefore the forests and therefore the environment and therefore the world I have tried to keep it short.

a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.

Trecutul era o p?dure mare, foarte frumoas?, unde cât vedeai cu ochii, se încruci?au ramurile acelor arbori care coborau pân? la noi.

Ça, c'était une musique de vent, ah, mais une musique toute bien savante dans les belles choses de la terre et des arbres.

Les choses de la terre, mon vieux, j'ai tant vécu avec elles, j'ai tant fait ma vie dans l'espace qu'elles laissaient, j'ai tant eu d'amis arbres, le vent s'est tant frotté contre moi que, quand j'ai de la peine, c'est à elles que je pense pour la consolation.

It was still very wet under the trees. A careless tug at a branch might flip cold rainbow-edged drops down your back. And the sky was gray as concrete. But they enjoyed the silence, the soft sucking ground matted with last year's needles.

Dusk, suggesting the almost imperceptible posession of giant trees, settled with a purple haze about the cane. I felt strange, as I always do in Georgia, particularly at dusk. I felt that things unseen to men were tangibly immediate. It would not have surprised me had I had a vision.

It was all a cottage is supposed to be, small and snug, with a front porch, pink climbing roses, and lots of trees for shade.

The trees are whispering to me, reminding me of my roots, and my reach... shhhhhh... can you hear them? Selflessly sharing their subtle song.

Who wants what? The answer to what any given plant prefers is found in the next two soil food web gardening rules. Rule #2 holds that most vegetables, annuals, and grasses prefer their nitrogen in nitrate form and do best in bacterially dominated soils. Rule #3 points out that most trees, shrubs, and perennials prefer their nitrogen in ammonium form and do best in fungally dominated soils.

Whitby's often silent, and when he speaks his questions and concerns do nothing to alleviate the pressure of that gloom, the sense of intent eternal and everlasting that occupies this stretch of land, that predates Area X. The still, standing water, the oppressive blackness of a sky in which the blue peers down through the trees at startling intervals, only to be taken away again, and only ever seeming to come to you from a thousand miles off anyway.

Usted conoce México? Pues Gabriel es como México, lleno de montañas y de valles inmensos… Siempre hay sol y los árboles no cambian de hojas sino de verdes…

Y el «Jarabe» llenó las copas de los arboles, avanzó alegre por el corredor y subió por los aires hasta el cielo.

Willow trees dipped their bare branches into pond water like girls testing the temperature with their toes.

Nona leans forward, I had-a love. I nod. You know how it was? It was like-a trees. Oak and elm. Her voice has been soft, like it was lost in memory, but now she stares at me, her eyes narrowed, and she makes a fist and pounds the side of her chair. The roots, they bound-a together, but the trees, they are free. You know what it's-a mean?

Where the trees thicken into a wood, the fragrance of the wet earth and rotting leaves kicked up by the horses' hoofs fills my soul with delight. I particularly love that smell, -- it brings before me the entire benevolence of Nature, for ever working death and decay, so piteous in themselves, into the means of fresh life and glory, and sending up sweet odours as she works.

W ogrodzie szuka si? oddechu i g??bokiego spokoju; nie ma nikogo; tylko samotne kwiatki i szepcz?ce drzewa.

The dusk rapidly deepened; the glades grew dark; the crackling of the fire and the wash of little waves along the rocky lake shore were the only sounds audible. The wind had dropped with the sun, and in all that vast world of branches nothing stirred. Any moment, it seemed, the woodland gods, who are to be worshipped in silence and loneliness, might stretch their mighty and terrific outlines among the trees.

Be very cautious of cold in the beginning of winter and welcome it at the close of the season because cold season effects your bodies exactly as it effects the trees; in the early season its severity makes them shrivel and shed their leaves and at the end it helps them to revive.

there were yellow flowers dropping off the trees : they landed with a sound : who knew flowers had a voice?