Quotes About Renewal

That tree is very old, but I never saw prettier blossoms on it than it now bears. That tree grows new wood each year. Like that apple tree, I try to grow a new little wood each year.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

One can fall in love as often as a tree grows leaves. It is perfectly natural but not free of guilt and complications, unless one takes oneself to be a leaf.

Today I stood taller from walking among the trees.

The difference between a gun and a tree is a difference of tempo. The tree explodes every spring.

Carols of gladness ring from every tree.

Now I'm an old Christmas tree, the roots of which have died. They just come along and while the little needles fall off me replace them with medallions.

Chopped down the tree of peace, but it will grow again.

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods.

I resemble the poplar,--that tree which, even when old, still looks young.

"One impulse from a vernal wood

It cuts one sadly to see the grief of old people; they've no way o' working it off; and the new spring brings no new shoots out on the withered tree.

A Poem does not grow by jerks. As trees in Spring produce a new ring of tissue, so does every poet put forth a fresh outlay of stuff at the same season.

When a man plants a tree, he plants himself.

From a withered tree, a flower blooms

Reforesting the earth is possible, given a human touch.

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.

What does one plant who plants a tree? One plants the friend of sun and sky; One plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty towering high.

What is a tiny insignificant seed that, when Spring arrives, It should not be annihilated for a tree to arrive.

All things such as grass and trees are soft and supple in life. At their death they are withered and dry.

How could you not be hopeful if you've got a tree around?

Those who plant trees plant hope.

How old is she now?" he asked. "Hard to say. She was a tree for a while. Now she's immortal.

They will come back, come back again, As long as the red earth rolls. He never wasted a leaf or a tree. Do you think he would squander souls?