Quotes About Trees

Meat movies... In which the horror rests with the idea of doing to humans what humans do each day to trees in their thousands. Yes, as a symbol... Close your eyes, Mrs. Cable. Close your eyes and shout 'timber'.

Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!"

Trees don't simply maintain the conditions necessary for human and most animal life on earth, trees created these conditions through the community of forests. Trees paved the way for the human family. The debt we owe them is too big to ever repay.

The truth was right there, so simple, a child could grasp it. Trees were responsible for the most basic necessity of life, the air we breathe.

Diana Beresford-Kroeger

The trees kept coming into my dreams at night, too, with their long swags of shadow changing the landscape of the bedroom wall.

The truth was right there, so simple, a child could grasp it. Trees were responsible for the most basic necessity of life, the air we breathe...cutting down trees was a suicidal act.

The ancient green canopy of the rain forest rippled like the surface of a pond as trees crashed down.

There is a popular saying, "More rare than pine is the smell of pining"—which is rare indeed, for there are few pine trees in this part of the Ozarks.

Autumn teaches us a valuable lesson. During summer, all the green trees are beautiful. But there is no time of the year when the trees are more beautiful than when they are different colors. Diversity adds beauty to our world.

Freedom is the basic condition for you to touch life, to touch the blue sky, the trees, the birds, the tea, and the other person.

I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes. I can go everywhere with a good feeling.

There is no description, no image in any book that is capable of replacing the sight of real trees, and all of the life to be found around them in a real forest.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

how will my journey change me? I asked the seeress, and she replied, seated on Hlidskjalf: 'l cannot see beyond the trees but they are calling you, only the trees.

Trees are astonishing communicators." "When they rustle?" "It's more like a kind of bubbly noise. If they're thirsty. Like trying to get the last bits through a straw." "Why isn't everyone absolutely freaking out about this?" said Carmen. "Well, dendrologists are. For years, it was considered absolutely ridiculous to think it. Then studies came along and proved it.

That's why you're not allowed to touch the Christmas trees," said Phoebe, nodding and carefully moving all the bits of carrot away from the chicken. She had to eat them, but she would put it off to the last possible moment.

Actually, it's thought to come from Greek mythology. According to Greek myths, dryads lived in trees, and people would invoke them for protection. Hence knocking on wood: just that added bit of protection so as not to tempt fate.

If you think you are lost: beware bending the map. Don't say maybe it was a pond, not a lake; maybe the stream flowed east, not west. Leave a trail as you go. Try to mark trees.

Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company. Only a few love to be alone.

To live at all is to share a world with cagey magic, skeptical magic, asshole magic. But, honestly, the trees must belong to something; the blossoms that tongue each groove between buildings, the water and the stone and the serious man-made steel railings all must belong. This major artery where blood and starlight pump along the tracks, where banks and malls and office towers shudder and gestate in the concrete like baobab trees.

me lleva a internarme por un cultivo de maíz cercado por eucaliptos errantes.

The action of a thing is the same as the naming of it - is, in fact, the real name. The trees creak and they are saying, 'trees creak through the long night.' The long night - what is it? Trees creaking. There wasn't anything that tied life's moments together, except life. And when it was gone?

Night is nature's protest against the leprosy of civilization, Gottfried. No decent man can withstand it for long. He begins to notice that he has been turned out of the silent company of the trees, the animals, the stars, and unconscious life.