Quotes About Tree

When we will learn to emulate the peacefulness of a tree, love of a flower, the earth will be a garden of love and peace.

I love the serenity as a tree loves its calmness.

That's the way I do things when I want to celebrate, I always plant a tree.

A serious prophet upon predicting a flood should be the first man to climb a tree. This would demonstrate that he was indeed a seer.

The tree does not end at it's skin but exists also in the rain that falls downwind, many miles from the forest. In the seed exists the acorn, the oak, and the shade.

Homo sapiens [are] a tiny twig on an improbable branch of a contingent limb on a fortunate tree.

To me, as a lover of Nature, the waving of a tree conveys thoughts which are never conveyed to me except by seeing a tree wave.

Following their skittish mother up into the tree line, the pups were nearly out of sight. I gave a quick whistle just to see what would happen; all but one scampered off. But the last dog on the hill stopped, gazed down at the road, then made a mad downhill dash toward us, as if recognizing someone.

If you have seen your God through the lens of legalistic religion, you most likely have believed that God was warning them [Adam and Eve] that He would punsih them if they ate from the tree. Nothing could be further from the heart or intent of God. He wouldn't kill them - sin would kill them. God wasn't warning them about what He would do but about what sin would do to them.

There is an irresistible impulse among the boys of suburban Minneapolis to kick a football as far as they possibly can. Even among the men. Mike McCollow's dad will come home from his dental practice, having stopped at the VFW hall for a brandy Manhattan en route, and drop-kick a half-frozen football between the uprights of two barren tree branches without even setting down his briefcase

A vegetarian living on the frontier, he deemed it a cruelty to ride a horse or chop down a tree; he once punished his own foot for squashing a worm by throwing away its shoe.

She did not need Miguel to explain that love, unconditional and unremitting, is the essence of life. She knew well that love based on conditions is a twisted copy of the truth, and yet it is there that humanity plays—there, in the shade of a metaphorical tree that wavers like a sullen mirage and scatters the seeds of a million lies.

Love resembles a tree: it bends under its own weight, deeply rooted in our being and sometimes turns green in the ruins of a heart.

My love came back to me Under the November tree Shelterless and dim. He put his hand upon my shoulder, He did not think me strange or older, Nor I, him.

Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling

Every tree has a resonance. When wind blows at that exact vibration, then the tree and the wind are in resonance. It's like music. The wind makes a different song moving through each tree.

A tree is to the entire universe as a string is to an atom.

if an atom were magnified to be as large as the observable universe, the same magnification would make the Planck length the size of an average tree.

One of the striking aspects of the lines is the way they make us see a tree, with its pattern of twigs, leaves and branches, as a visual image of the invisible roots of language.

The short conversation that follows eventually led to a tree religion. Its tenet of faith was this: a tree that was a good tree and led a clean decent and upstanding life could be assured of a future life after death. If it was very good indeed it would eventually be reincarnated as five thousand rolls of lavatory paper.

Not natural, in my view, sah. Not in favor of unnatural things.' Vetinari looked perplexed. 'You mean, you eat your meat raw and sleep in a tree?

Freedom may be mankind's natural state, but so is sitting in a tree eating your dinner while it is still wriggling.

It wasn't that I didn't believe in the tree's power. But I believed in the power of human imagination more, of projecting our dreams and wishes into a safe space where we could place our disappointments if they didn't come true.

My life is a tree, Yoke-fellow of the earth; Pledged, By roots too deep for remembrance, To stand hard against the storm, To fill by Place. (But high in the branches of my green tree there is a wild bird singing: Wind-free are the wings of my bird: she hath built no mortal nest.)