Quotes About Trees

Spune-i secretul t?u vântului, dar nu te-ntoarce împotriva lui fiindc? le-a spus copacilor.

Pode contar seus segredos ao vento, mas, depois, não vá culpá-lo por contar tudo às árvores — disse a menina, batendo com o pé no chão.

Fall has arrived and has already begun to put everything into a deep sleep; flies and other insects have suffered their first setback, and up in the trees and down on the ground you can hear the sounds of struggling life, puttering , ceaselessly rustling, laboring not to perish.

Do you believe in God, Martin?'And he answered, 'Yes, because of His trees. Don't you?''I'm not sure...''Oh, my poor, blind Stephen! Look again, go on looking until you do believe.

It is humankind's duty to respect all life, not only animals have feelings but even also trees and plants.

We were born between Oh Yeah & Goddammit. I knew life Began where I stood in the dark, Looking out into the light, & that sometimes I could see Everything through nothing. The backyard trees breathed Like a man running from himself As my brothers backed away From the screendoor.

The night you gave me my birthday party… you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.

The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.

Plant the trees just for beauty. If flowers bloom or fruits ripen, enjoy it as a gift and appreciate nature as a universal giver.

Art lies, to tell the truth. Flowers from different seasons bloom impossibly together. Trees are shifted around in the landscape to frame the composition. Rooms are created like stage sets, furnished with the artist's own possessions, where models are arranged in a speechless moment of drama.

THE FIRST ROOTS CREEP UP I am learning to come upon the tree, slowly, to surprise it For the song its memorizing. The water runs up, the sap Runs down… I will carry water for you, if you ask me. If someone Asks me What differences between trees and me? Each is Beholden to rivers. each knows thirst. In those countries where trees walk, they go barefoot, singing madrigals… excerpt, Collected in: Sisters of the Earth: Women's Prose and Poetry About Nature by Lorraine Anderson

It was only when you left it alone that a tree might treat you as a friend. After the blade bit in, you had yourself a war.

Si vous êtes debout pour une raison, se dressent comme un arbre, forte, puissante et de grande taille. Si vous tombez, vous tomberez comme une graine qui germe et crée un nouvel arbre dans ce monde. Notre monde doit certainement beaucoup plus d'arbres que ce que nous avons aujourd'hui!

What kind of trees are those?" she asked Milo. "Green," he said, and that's how the conversation ended.

The trees are as sullen as ever, looking like hunched-over priests with long beards of moss, or as Grace says, less respectfully, "Like a line of used-up old drug addicts.

Perhaps because trees did not resist. Trees fell over on their own accord, sometimes, as if to prove their love for the ax. The chainsaw that felled most of them just completed a trees own inevitable thought.

La línea de árboles, amarillo neón; la carretera del naranja de los filtros de los cigarrillos; el coche del berde fantasmagórico que aparece en las películas de terror.

La línea de árboles, amarillo neón, la carretera del naranja de los filtros de los cigarrillos, el coche del verde fantasmagórico que aparece en las películas de terror.

And for the Keeper, waves splashed, trees swayed, stones protected knowledge, and wind waited for orders.

when the exhaustive exegesis of God's Word doesn't create people transformed into the image of Jesus, we have missed the forest for the trees. Or perhaps Jesus explained it better: "You diligently study the Scriptures because you think that by them you possess eternal life. These are the Scriptures that testify about me, yet you refuse to come to me to have life" (John 5:39–40).

Autumn is the most beautiful time of the year in Ann Arbor because hundreds of different types of trees are filled with crisp orange and yellow leaves.

A weird sequence of weather events had left a thin skin of ice around every tree and branch and twig. Each time the wind blew, a splintery groan issued from all directions at once.

At the bottom of the hill they came out of the trees to a busy street and Antwan said, We cross here. Ain't no lights here, Antwan said. Just look out for the ones trying to hit you. There's a nice-looking blonde-haired female human lives around here - any time she sees me she tries to run me down.

Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.