Quotes About Trees

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast...

I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree.

Pero la calle Mallorca conservaba todavía el olor de las lluvias recientes, o el olor que la lluvia había sacado de los árboles

Most spirits possess various forms, which they consistently assume. • Most also possess various preferences in food, fragrance, colors, and gifts. • Some spirits are identified with certain numbers, trees, animals, birds, or plants. • Individual spirits possess specific symbols, known as attributes, which serve as the equivalent of a calling card. Poseidon's attribute is a trident; Rosmerta's is a cornucopia

Fairs to raise funds for the abolitionist movement also advertised trees.

They stepped outside to the pristine beauty of Rose Bay, to the endless stretch of white beach and the stark blue of the ocean and the differing greens of the trees, of native gums and palms that formed a backdrop to the two lone boat sheds that sat there. As far as the eye could see, there was not another soul in sight.

In short: when we are exposed to sunlight, trees, water or even just a view of green leaves, we become happier, healthier and stronger. People living in green spaces have more energy and a stronger sense of purpose, and being able to see green spaces from your home is associated with reduced cravings for alcohol, cigarettes and harmful foods.

That's why activists go in and try to slow down the logging. They want some trees to be left standing by the time the regulatory agencies show up or the courts give a ruling.

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.

El Tamarit tiene un manzano con una manzana de sollozos. Un ruiseñor apaga los sospiros, y un faisán los ahuyente por el polvo. Pero los ramos son alegres, los ramos son como nosotros. No piensan en la lluvia y se han dormido, como si fueran árboles, de pronto.

and I remember a sad breeze through the olive trees.

They fluttered and rustled ceaselessly through the air from all the tree-tops and branches. A delicate silvery sound was falling constantly to earth. It was wonderful to awaken amidst it, wonderful to fall asleep to this mysterious and melancholy whispering.

Dream Song: In the heavens A noise, Like the rustling of the trees.

Sometimes since I've been in the garden I've looked up through the trees at the sky and I have had a strange feeling of being happy as if something was pushing and drawing in my chest and making me breathe fast. Magic is always pushing and drawing and making things out of nothing. Everything is made out of magic, leaves and trees, flowers and birds, badgers and foxes and squirrels and people. So it must be all around us. In this garden - in all the places.

But surely it would have been a pity not to have seen the trees along this road, really exaggerated in their beauty, not to have seen them gesturing like noble pantomimists, robed in pink.

Hear the voice of the Bard, Who present, past, and future, sees; Whose ears have heard The Holy Word That walked among the ancient trees.

The trees in Siberia are miles apart, that is why the dogs are so fast.

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

I guess I'm a little weird. I like to talk to trees and animals. That's okay though; I have more fun than most people.

Now then, let's come right down in here and put some nice big strong arms on these trees. Tree needs an arm too. It'll hold up the weight of the forest. Little bird has to have a place to set there. There he goes...

There's beauty in every tree and every bush. Just take the time to look at'em.

A passion, an obsession, a romance, a nice acquaintanceship with trees, sand, and water.

Gusts of snow blew in front of the car as he felt his way toward Man o' War Boulevard .... The snow-covered fields made him think of the desert. Black fences rimmed with snow created a grid against the blank, vanished ground. He saw five snow-blanketed horses huddled under a clump of trees .... He was surprised they weren't lolling on feather beds in their climate-controlled barns. Racehorses got better care than some people, he thought.

He consumed the city with his gaze, trying to fathom intuitively the secret relationship between the trees standing still on the side of the road and the barbarous scenes that had stupefied the entire world during the genocide.