Quotes About Existence

In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.

Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree.

And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves.

A tree is a being that is more spiritual than material.

The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard

Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.

Do you see that tree? It is dead but it still sways in the wind with the others. I think it would be like that with me. That if I died I would still be part of life in one way or another.

What do you think? I'm not a starfish or a pepper tree. I'm a living, breathing human being. Of course I've been in love.

I was a pebble. I was a leaf. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.

I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity.

Annihilating all that's made, To a green thought in a green shade.

Man is nature as much as the trees.

We are sinful not only because we have eaten of the Tree of Knowledge, but also because we have not yet eaten of the Tree of Life. The state in which we are is sinful, irrespective of guilt.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.

I was in my yard and thought that the tree was a living being. We take trees for granted. We don't believe they are as much alive as we are.

I know I can walk through the world, along the shore or under the trees, with my mind filled with things of little importance, in full self-attendance. A condition I can't really call being alive.

Compared with me, a tree is immortal.

The human race, my intuition tells me, is not outside the cosmic process and is not an accident. It is as much a part of the universe as the trees, the mountains, the aurora, and the stars.

The Lord is in everything that's in creation. So, when you look at a tree, it's really a reflection of God. You see it in other people - that's him too, you know?

Every ripple on the ocean, every leaf on every tree, every sand dune in the desert, every power we never see.

But down deep, at the molecular heart of life we're essentially identical to trees.

Absurd, irreducible; nothing--not even a profound and secret delirium of nature--could explain [a tree root].

These are just the rules and regulations Of the birds, and the bees The earth, and the trees, Not to mention the gods, not to mention the gods.