Quotes About Trees

Sometimes you make a bad choice in these matters, of men and horns and fins. Sometimes it seems no choice is good. And really, I lie when I ask who made men the trees, the stars. Almighty fathers and stepfathers: that's who.

Autumn" Again the wind flakes gold-leaf from the trees and the painting darkens— as if a thousand penitents kissed an icon till it thinned back to bare wood, without diminishment. The Paris Review Issue 109, Winter 1988

Tut! Magic, indeed! As if there weren't marvels enough without magic. Pictures traveling by telephone, and men bouncing up and down on the moon? Trees and floors and children growing? There are your real marvels.

red-trunked rhododendron trees looked like so many writhing russet snakes. In some places the forest floor was carpeted crimson with fallen rhododendron petals.

a wind has blown the rain away & the sky away & all the leaves away, & the trees stand. i think i, too, have known autumn too long.

The Sky A Silver the sky a silver dissonance by the correct fingers of April resolved into a clutter of trite jewels now like a moth with stumbling wings flutters and flops along the grass collides with trees and houses and finally, butts into the river

Rusheen was theirs, the old faithful trees keeping watch and enough head of cattle to defray expenses for at least six months or so to come.

Carus, taking off a cap which he wore to conceal his baldness, assured the ambassadors, that, unless their master acknowledged the superiority of Rome, he would speedily render Persia as naked of trees as his own head was destitute of hair.

I am one whose faith is, that love and friendship, with ardent natures, are like those trees of the torrid zone which yield fruit but once, and then die.

The leafless trees, with their black branches stretched hysterically in every direction, looked to him like illustrations of a central nervous system racked by disease: studies of human suffering anatomized against the winter sky.

I saw that there is no Nature, That Nature doesn't exist, That there are hills, valleys, plains, That there are trees, flowers, weeds, That there are rivers and stones, But there is not a whole these belong to, That a real and true wholeness Is a sickness of our ideas.

Sometimes in the evening on Summer days, Even when there's not a breeze at all, it seems Like there's a light breeze blowing for a minute But the trees are unmoving In every leaf of their leaves And our feelings have had an illusion, An illusion of what would please them...

That lady has a piano. It's nice, but it's not the running of rivers Or the murmuring trees make .. Who needs a piano? It's better to have ears And love Nature.

The hopeless hope is one of the early harbingers of spring, bespeaking an innocent belief that the world might right its wrongs and reverse its curses simply because the trees are coming into leaf.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

?tiin?ele sunt un bun de pre? dragii mei, dar livezile, copacii ??tia, ne-nva?? sus ?i tare cea mai frumoas? dintre toate ?tiin?ele: uitarea a ceea ce ?tim.

But if you're looking to be spooked by really tall trees then you've got to go to Washington State.

Now that I think about it, I was arrested in 1992. Some people may think of that as a bad thing, but I feel good about it. I chained myself to the gate of a phone book factory, a GTE factory in Los Angeles. They were using thousand-year-old trees to make phone books. I think that's a total waste of a tree.

I have planted over 6,000 trees at home in Scotland, some of them oak. I'd like my children to be able to watch them grow.

Trees will improve property values, take pollutants out of the air, help with water runoff.

The simplest way to remove carbon dioxide, the main greenhouse gas, is to grow plants - preferably trees, since they tie up more of the gas in cellulose, meaning it will not return to the air within a season or two. Plants build themselves out of air and water, taking only a tiny fraction of their mass from the soil.

One of the best ways to see tree flowers is to climb one of the tallest trees and to get into close, tingling touch with them, and then look broad.

Tussen de vele stemmen van mensen is jouw stem de enige die menselijk is die weet van het verdriet dat langzaam in de bomen groeit gevoed door de aarde tot ze oud worden sterven aan de rand van wilde of onzindelijke tuinen.

The land beyond rose into dizzying mountains. Far across the way a frozen waterfall resembled a charging lion. The trees were shrouded in white, a vision of the heavens.