Quotes About Trees

I plant a lot of trees. I am a great believer in planting things for future generations. I loathe the now culture where you just live for today.

A people without children would face a hopeless future; a country without trees is almost as helpless.

The force that through the green fuse drives the flower. Drives my green age that blasts the roots of trees is my destroyer.

At the back door she lifted her jacket from its hook and left the house. The air smelled good and she breathed it in deeply. The Creator, after all, gave us the magic of crickets singing in the darkness, soft nights and sighing trees, universal skies with their messages of stars.

The sun was soft honey and rose colored along the horizon; the old trees were deep black silhouettes against it, with long purple shadows sliding out from their earth-slippered feet.

For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.

In the rain-swept afternoon my heart discovers the tragedy of autumn raining from the trees.

Plant the seeds of Love in your hearts. Let them grow into trees of Service and shower the sweet fruit of Ananda. Share the Ananda with all. That is the proper way to celebrate the Birthday.

Snow was falling, so much like stars filling the dark trees that one could easily imagine its reason for being was nothing more than prettiness.

After hearts shot through with arrows, we have bunnies followed by a warlike fire in the sky, then ghosts, turkeys to honor more ghosts, and a baby born in a barn who is not yet a ghost but also a ghost, for whom we drag trees inside where they do not belong.

The nation's forests were being cut faster than they could grow back. In the 1890s, while Aldo was growing up, the United States had begun to set aside forest reserves to protect the trees. Then, while Aldo was in high school, one of the country's first forestry schools opened at Yale University. Aldo knew immediately what he wanted to do. If he could become a forester, he could get paid to work in the woods all day. How could a job get any better?

He fills my head with tales from the ancient forests, tales so old that the trees themselves call them legends. It is as if a veil has been lifted from my eyes, and the world I have lived in all my sixteen years is revealed to be something else entirely, something so marvelous I could never have imagined it.

Most often they speak according to their kind – the deep rumble of oak, the whisper of the birch, or the singsong chant of the alder. The evergreen stands of pine have voices sharp as needles. But the forest can speak as one, when it must. When the trees so choose, they think with one mind. When there is danger, especially, they speak in one voice of a thousand echoes. I hate it when they do this. For the forest mind is always right, and will hear no argument.

Copacii par zane durdulii in camasi albe de noapte, care se intind somnoroase si casca la luna...

But it is helpful to remember that our perspective is our world. And our external circumstances don't need to change in order for our perspective to change. And the forests we find ourselves in are metaphorical, and sometimes we are unable to escape them, but with a change of perspective we can live among the trees.

You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars. In the noisy confusion of life, keep peace in your soul.

Beyond a wholesome discipline, be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here. And whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.

it was love, of course, though I didn't know it then and Finn was both its subject and object. He accepted love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions, like a wild thing glimpsed through trees.

It terrifies me to admit to a firsthand understanding of the way the heart and the ego are entwined. Like diseased trees that have folded in on one another, our need to worship fuses with our need to be worshipped.

By respecting the trees, you prove that you are a person who deserves to be respected!

Go to forest to meet the wise green friends!

Nature is my temple; trees are my priests; birds, my rabbis; rains, my imams! Nature is my only true and eternal religion.

No lake is beautiful without the sky, without the mist or without the trees and the autumn leaves! No beauty is beautiful in itself!

The only acceptable imperialism is the Imperialism of the Forest! Let the whole world are invaded by the tree-soldiers!