Quotes About Trees

Els ocells visiten els arbres sense fulles, però no sense fulles com a l'hivern; ara les branques s'enrigideixen, les puntes dels branquillons resplendeixen com la flama d'una espelma.

p 22 end of 2nd paragraph – because her presence is not important- "Compared to those trees around the summerhouse she is the kind of meaningless tree the gets planted in the grassy areas of the car park of a supermarkets.

Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk

she felt as if her entire body were glowing with the taste of sunlight, of wind blowing in wide spaces and trees reaching their burdened arms to boundless skies.

The smooth beeches held up their glass-clear leaves to the sun, and the light strained through them like water through a sieve.

wounded turkey do? Hobble, hobble!) Now, some monkeys might do fine in the trees, but I prefer the dance floor of

I'm attempting to broaden my novels' scope through landscape and weather, leaves falling off trees, overnight storms, timeless elements which, irrespective of human endeavour, have always been there and, as long as there is life and snow, will always be there.

Information is not just something you download from the Web. The way trees grow and where birds choose to live are much better signs of water quality than all the data being collected by the EPA.

it is the trees that capture my attention the most, and they lead me into complete silence. It's the patience of the quiet, laden with snow. The trees give me a glimpse into the cosmic patience of God. There among the trees I behold the Lord, the Creator of the trees.

Light staggers through the trees. Every moment is filled with other moments.

While outdoor activities in general help, settings with trees and grass are the most beneficial.

In New York, it's already clear that just a few months of neglect by city maintenance teams would lead to the streets becoming a burgeoning forest of Chinese tree-of-heaven seedlings.

Steam rose from the river, from the building rooftops, from the mud, from the trees surrounding the town—antediluvian jungle. I

The hunter sinks his arrows into the trees and then paints the targets around them. The trees imagine they are deer. The deer imagine they are safe. The arrows: they have no imagination.

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave the world. I was still in it, barely, and as I looked up from the ashes, everything around me seemed so sweet and so beautiful. The trees. The stars. The moon. I was alive -- and I was glad I was.

Many of you remember when Dutch Elm disease swept the East Coast. People in big cities saw the trees die but it didn't register, in any way at all, that this would compromise oxygen. Think of it, that many trees dying in that short a time span means there is less photosynthesis. Less oxygen is being produced. Therefore pollution in the big cities becomes more pronounced. These basics do not occur to people who work in buildings where the windows don't open.

While industry and cars cause pollution, removing trees exacerbates the problem.

It was one of those golden autumn afternoons and there were blackberries and splashes of old man's beard in the hedges, and the hawthorn berries were ripening scarlet for the birds when the cold winter came along. There were tall trees here and there on either side, oak and sycamore and ash and occasionally a sweet chestnut.

He is all pine and I am apple orchard.

The mountain pushed us off her knees. And now her lap is full of trees.

Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day, I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, I will go on farther—and we shall see.' The hard snow held me, save where now and then One foot went through. The view was all in lines Straight up and down of tall slim trees

Confía tu secreto al viento, pero luego no le reproches que se lo cuente a los árboles.

Révèle ton secret au vent, mais ne lui reproche pas de le répéter aux arbres.

glanced up and saw a pair of kites, red with long blue tails, soaring in the sky. They danced high above the trees on the west end of the park, over the windmills, floating side by side like a pair of eyes looking down on San Francisco, the city I now call home.