Quotes About Trees

Ik vind bomen een van de mooiste dingen die er zijn. Water en bomen en meisjes.

trær er noe av det fineste jeg vet. vann og trær og jenter. jeg pleide å klatre hele dagene. og ofte satt jeg bare stille, øverst i et tre. i flere timer. når løvverket var tett om sommeren, kunne ingen se meg. jeg kunne se alle, men ingen kunne se meg. jeg følte at jeg var langt borte. og når jeg klatret ned, var det litt som å komme hjem etter en lang reise

Don't confuse the term games of progression with other ideas about progression in games, such as leveling up, difficulty curves, skill trees, and so on. We use Juul's definition of the term: A game of progression is one that offers predesigned challenges, each of which often has exactly one solution, in a fixed (or only slightly variable) sequence.

A little bungalow an hour or so from anywhere A little cozy nest, the kind that's best for two Among the shady trees, with birds and bees, and lots of air And just enough o' ground to fool around with you

I think I know the trees Will never love me and we're here as accidentally

'Tis Autumn! and the short'ning day, The chilly evening's sober gray, And winds that hoarser blow; The fading foliage of the trees, Which rustles sere in every breeze, The approach of Winter show.

What kind of times are these, when To talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?

he raised his eyes above the black shapes of the trees and saw a small moon, the colour of a lemon, dragged by clouds across the sky. Moons, he thought, were so that men like himself would know they lived here on earth.

A powerful healing force lives deep within these woods. Whenever you children are hurting or can't make sense of things, just come out here and spend some time with the trees. Give their trunks a good strong pat. When you go home, you'll feel better.

Then shall the trees of the wood sing out at the presence of the LORD, because he cometh to judge the earth.

And I saw another angel ascending from the east, having the seal of the living God: and he cried with a loud voice to the four angels, to whom it was given to hurt the earth and the sea, saying, Hurt not the earth, neither the sea, nor the trees, till we have sealed the servants of our God in their foreheads.

Hard to find anything lovelier than a tree. They grow at right angles to a tangent of the nominal sphere of the Earth.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

Horrors," said Elphaba. It was her first word, and it was greeted with silence. Even the moon, a lambent bowl among the trees, seemed to pause.

I love the autumn—that melancholy season that suits memories so well. When the trees have lost their leaves, when the sky at sunset still preserves the russet hue that fills with gold the withered grass, it is sweet to watch the final fading of the fires that until recently burnt within you.

The countryside stretched flat as far as the eye could see; and the tufts of trees clustered around the farmhouses were widely spaced dark purple stains on the vast grey surface that merged at the horizon into the dull tone of the sky.

And yet amid that tense godless calm the high bare boughs of all the trees in the yard were moving. They were twitching morbidly and spasmodically, clawing in convulsive and epileptic madness at the moonlit clouds; scratching impotently in the noxious air as if jerked by some allied and bodiless line of linkage with subterrene horrors writhing and struggling below the black roots.

It was morning when I saw it, but shadow lurked always there. The trees grew too thickly, and their trunks were too big for any healthy New England wood. There was too much silence in the dim alleys between them, and the floor was too soft with the dank moss and mattings of infinite years of decay.

Well did I come to know the presiding dryads of those trees, and often have I watched their wild dances in the struggling beams of a waning moon—but of these things I must not now speak.

The trees budded prematurely around Nahum's, and at night they swayed ominously in the wind. Nahum's second son Thaddeus, a lad of fifteen, swore that they swayed also when there was no wind; but even the gossips would not credit this.

I only do His will, replied Death. I am his gardener. I take all His flowers and trees, and transplant them into the gardens of Paradise in an unknown land. How they flourish there, and what that garden resembles, I may not tell you.

I need to travel - I crave the power of the ocean and the trees give me so much energy to think.

When we plant trees, we plant the seeds of peace and seeds of hope.

There's nothing wrong with having a tree as a friend.