Tree Quotations | Page 20

On a certain day, month and year one should observe the ceremony of tree-planting. Thus, one fulfils one's responsibilities, serves one's fellow-beings which not only brings happiness but benefits all.

According to accounts of the Buddha's life, it would seem that he had a very deep relationship with nature. He was not born in the royal palace but in a park, under a sala tree. He attained complete enlightenment under the bodhi tree and left this earth to enter Parinirvana, again, between three sala trees. It would seem that the Buddha was very fond of trees.

I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.

Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew. While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew. Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze. Freezy trees made these trees' cheese freeze. That's what made these three free fleas sneeze.

The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.

I am the Lorax! I speak for the trees, Which you seem to be chopping as fast as you please; But I also speak for the brown Barbaloots, Who frolicked and played in their Barbaloot suits, Happily eating Truffula fruits. Now, since you've chopped the trees to the ground There's not enough Truffula fruit to go 'round! And my poor Barbaloots are all feeling the crummies Because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies.

I speak for the trees!

The feeling for what ought and ought not to be grows and dies like a tree, and no fertilizer of any kind will do much good. What the individual can do is give a fine example, and have the courage to firmly uphold ethical convictions in a society of cynics. I have for a long time tried to conduct myself this way, with varying success.

The greater the doubt, the greater the awakening

I have not eaten enough of the tree of knowledge, though in my profession I am obligated to feed on it regularly.

Stand still. The trees ahead and bush beside you are not lost.

Education is only a ladder to gather fruit from the tree of knowledge, not the fruit itself

It is humankind's duty to respect all life, not only animals have feelings but even also trees and plants.

A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they shall never sit in. An ounce of practice is worth more than tons of preaching.

Gravity is only the bark of wisdom's tree, but it preserves it.

A lion chased me up a tree, and I greatly enjoyed the view from the top.

Heaven, in the production of things, is sure to be bountiful to them, according to their qualities. Hence the tree that is flourishing, it nourishes, while that which is ready to fall, it overthrows.

Oh Trees, Trees, Trees...wake. Don't you remember it? Don't you remember me? Dryads and hamadryads, come out, come [out] to me.

The code of poor laws has at length grown up into a tree, which, like the fabulous Upas, overshadows and poisons the land; unwholesome expedients were the bud, dilemmas and depravities have been the blossom, and danger and despair are the bitter fruit.

There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands.

Train up a fig tree in the way it should go, and when you are old sit under the shade of it.

On the motionless branches of some trees, autumn berries hung like clusters of coral beads, as in those fabled orchards where the fruits were jewels . . .

Whores don’t live in company of poor men, citizens never support a weak company and birds don’t build nests on a tree that doesn’t bear fruits.

The forest fire burns even tree like sandalwood.

As a whole forest becomes fragrant by the existence of a single tree with sweet-smelling blossoms in it, so a family becomes famous by the birth of a virtuous son.

Trees on a riverbank, a woman in another man's house, and kings without counselors go without doubt to swift destruction.

The fire of the forest burns trees to ashes. Even expensive sandalwood tree which is endowed with qualities of cooling and fragrance, cannot escape from burning. In the same way wicked cause harm to their benefactors also.

Poverty, disease, sorrow, imprisonment and other evils are the fruits borne by the tree of one's own sins.

Virtuous persons and fruit-laden trees bow, but fools and dry sticks break because they do not bend.

You can't run away from yourself

So if you are the big tree, we are the small axe. Ready to cut you down, to cut you down.

Plants were bound for good or ill to their places. They expressed not only beauty but also the thoughts of God's world, with an intent of their own and without deviation. Trees in particular were mysterious and seemed to me direct embodiments of the incomprehensible meaning of life. For that reason, the woods were the places where I felt closest to its deepest meaning and to its awe-inspiring workings.

The only important thing is to follow nature. A tiger should be a good tiger; a tree, a good tree. So people should be people. But to know what people are, one must follow nature and go alone, admitting the importance of the unexpected. Still, nothing is possible without love. . . . For love puts one in a mood to risk everything, and not to withhold important elements.

I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like. Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that? Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone. Only a mythical being has a range greater than man's. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself?.

No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.

Sometimes a tree tells you more than can be read in books.

At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every tree, in the plashing of the waves, in the clouds and the animals that come and go, in the procession of the seasons.

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

We live, we die, and like the grass and trees, renew ourselves from the soft earth of the grave. Stones crumble and decay, faiths grow old and they are forgotten, but new beliefs are born. The faith of the villages is dust now... but it will grow again... like the trees.

Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.

Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.

Tongues I'll hang on every tree That shall civil sayings show. . . .

A tree trunk the size of a man grows from a blade as thin as a hair. A tower nine stories high is built from a small heap of earth.

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.

The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.

What signify a few lives lost in a century or two? The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure.

Experiment to me Is every one I meet If it contain a Kernel? The Figure of a Nut Presents upon a Tree Equally plausibly, But Meat within, is requisite To Squirrels, and to Me

Always observe how ephemeral and worthless human things are. Pass then through this little space of time conformably to nature, and end thy journey in content, just as an olive falls off when it is ripe, blessing nature who produced it, and thanking the tree on which it grew.

Temperance is a tree which as for its root very little contentment, and for its fruit calm and peace.

Except during the nine months before he draws his first breath no man manages his affairs as well as a tree does

I mumble a lot off-stage, I'm a mumbler. If I'm walking with a friend and I say something, he won't hear me, he'll say 'What?'. So I'll say it again, but once again he doesn't hear me, so he says 'What?'. But really it's just some insignificant sh*t that I'm saying, but now I'm yelling, 'That tree is far away.'

Thence up he flew, and on the Tree of Life,/ The middle tree and highest there that grew, / Sat like a cormorant.

The vegetable life does not content itself with casting from the flower or the tree a single seed, but it fills the air and earth with a prodigality of seeds, that, if thousands perish, thousands may plant themselves, that hundreds may come up, that tens may live to maturity; that, at least one may replace the parent.

Character is like a tree and reputation like its shadow. The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.

The seed of a tree has the nature of a branch or twig or bud. It is a part of the tree, but if separated and set in the earth to be better nourished, the embryo or young tree contained in it takes root and grows into a new tree.

A man as he ought to be: that sounds to us as insipid as "a tree as it ought to be.

Here is a hero who did nothing but shake the tree as soon as the fruit was ripe. Does this seem to be too small a thing to you? Then take a good look at the tree he shook.

What right has any human being to talk of bringing up a child? You do not bring up a tree or a plant. It brings itself up. You have to give it a fair chance by tilling the soil.

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me--

Under the spreading chestnut tree I sold you and you sold me: There lie they, and here lie we Under the spreading chestnut tree.

If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.

You know Balbec so well - do you have friends in the area?' I have friends wherever there are companies of trees, wounded but not vanquished, which huddle together with touching obstinacy to implore an inclement and pitiless sky.' That is not what I meant,' interrupted my father, as obstinate as the trees and as pitiless as the sky.

The features of our face are hardly more than gestures which force of habit made permanent. Nature, like the destruction of Pompeii, like the metamorphosis of a nymph into a tree, has arrested us in an accustomed movement.

Forests are the lungs of our land......

Let us not confuse objectives with methods. Too many so-called leaders of the nation fail to see the forest because of the trees. Too many of them fail to recognize the vital necessity of planning for definite objectives. True leadership calls for the setting forth of the objectives and the rallying of public opinion in support of these objectives.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.

...Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze...

Fools, when their roof-tree falls, think it doomsday.

A friendship counting nearly forty years is the finest kind of shade-tree I know.

And the poorest twig on the elm-tree was ridged inch deep with pearl.

And if I should live to be The last leaf upon the tree In the spring, Let them smile, as I do now, At the old forsaken bough Where I cling.

The only way a no-legged leopard could hurt you is if it fell out of a tree onto your head.

I think that I shall never see A billboard lovely as a tree. Perhaps, unless the billboards fall, I'll never see a tree at all.

Wind is caused by the trees waving their branches.

We can plant a house, we can build a tree

You often say, "I would give, but only to the deserving." The trees in your orchard say not so, nor the flocks in your pasture. They give that they may live, for to withhold is to perish.

And as a single leaf turns not yellow but with the silent knowledge of the whole tree.

The heart's affections are divided like the branches of the cedar tree; if the tree loses one strong branch; it will suffer but it does not die; it will pour all its vitality into the next branch so that it will grow and fill the empty place.

Tell your secret to the wind, but don't blame it for telling the trees.

I shall be like that tree-I shall die at the top.

When the leaves of the strongest tree fall, spring is here.

I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.

Trees indeed have hearts.

One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.

Is not disease the rule of existence? There is not a lily pad floating on the river but has been riddled by insects. Almost every shrub and tree has its gall, oftentimes esteemed its chief ornament and hardly to be distinguished from the fruit. If misery loves company, misery has company enough. Now, at midsummer, find me a perfect leaf or fruit.

"Hear! hear!" screamed the jay from a neighboring tree, where I had heard a tittering for some time, "winter has a concentrated and nutty kernel, if you know where to look for it."

I turned my face more exclusively than ever to the woods, where I was better known.

Nowadays almost all man's improvements, so called, as the building of houses and the cutting down of the forest and of all large trees, simply deform the landscape, and make it more and more tame and cheap.

Thank God, they cannot cut down the clouds!

Just as a tree without roots is dead, a people without history or cultural roots also becomes a dead people.

You spend so much time barking up the civil-rights tree, you don't even know there's a human-rights tree on the same floor.

Non-co-operation and civil disobedience are but different branches of the same tree called satyagraha.

All religions were, at bottom, one, though they differed in detail and outward form like the leaves on a tree.

All religions are branches of the same mighty tree, but I must not change over from one branch to another for the sake of expediency.

Swaraj is a hardy tree of patient growth.

The gods created certain kinds of beings to replenish our bodies... they are the trees and the plants and the seeds.

The real power in America is held by a fast-emerging new Oligarchy of pimps and preachers who see no need for Democracy or fairness or even trees, except maybe the ones in their own yards, and they don't mind admitting it.

and the sad notes floated out to the patio and hung in the trees like birds too tired to fly