Tree Quotations | Page 22

What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?

A Murmur in the Trees - to note - Not loud enough - for Wind - A Star - not far enough to seek - Nor near enough - to find

Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow.

Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.

Many critics are like woodpeckers, who, instead of enjoying the fruit and shadow of a tree, hop incessantly around the trunk, pecking holes in the bark to discover some little worm or other.

Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my bees." Golden were the hives, and golden was the honey; golden, too, the music, Where the honey-makers hummed among the trees.

He that planteth a tree ...provideth a kindness for many generations.

Lord, when my spirit shall return to thee, At the foot of a friendly tree let my body be buried, That this dust may rise and rejoice among the branches.

Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves.

Look not mournfully into the past. It comes not back again.

Leaves die, but trees do not. They only undress.

Maple-trees are the cows of trees (spring-milked).

A traitor is good fruit to hang from the boughs of the tree of liberty.

The tree is but a huge boquet.

Our moral faculties must be placed highest, else they can no more flourish than could a plant growing under the shade and drip of trees.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

Of all formal things in the world, a clipped hedge is the most formal; and of all the informal things in the world, a forest tree is the most informal.

What if you have seen it before, ten thousand times over? An apple tree in full blossom is like a message, sent fresh from heaven to earth, of purity and beauty.

Do not be troubled because you have not great virtues. God made a million spears of grass where He made one tree. The earth is fringed and carpeted, not with forests, but with grasses. Only have enough of little virtues and common fidelities, and you need not mourn because you are neither a hero or a saint.

No town can fail of beauty, though its walks were gutters and its houses hovels, if venerable trees make magnificent colonnades along its streets.

To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe.

Phocion compared the speeches of Leosthenes to cypress-trees. "They are tall," said he, "and comely, but bear no fruit.

In the West we have a tendency to be profit-oriented, where everything is measured according to the results and we get caught up in being more and more active to generate results. In the East-especially in India-I find that people are more content to just be, to just sit around under a banyan tree for half a day chatting to each other. We Westerners would probably call that wasting time. But there is value to it. Being with someone, listening without a clock and without anticipation of results, teaches us about love. The success of love is in the loving-it is not in the result of loving.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

The soil in return for her service keeps the tree tied to her, the sky asks nothing and leaves it free.

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth

The wonder is that we can see these trees and not wonder more.

In the woods we return to reason and faith.

Rememberest the gods, and that they wish not to be flattered, but wish all reasonable beings to be made like themselves; and... rememberest that what does the work of a fig-tree is a fig-tree, and that what does the work of a dog is a dog, and that what does the work of a bee is a bee, and that what does the work of a man is a man.

Growing nations should remember that, in nature, no tree, though placed in the best conditions of light, soil, and plot, can continue to grow and spread indefinitely.

Live in the fields, and God will give you lectures on natural philosophy every day.

A nation, like a tree, does not thrive well till it is engraffed with a foreign stock.

As sunbeams stream through liberal space And nothing jostle or displace, So waved the pine-tree through my thought And fanned the dreams it never brought.

It is the same among the men and women, as among the silent trees; always a referred existence, an absence, never a presence and satisfaction. Is it, that beauty can never be grasped? In persons and in landscape is equally inaccessible?

If you believe in the soul, do not clutch at sensual sweetness before it is ripe on the slow tree of cause and effect.

The birth and death of leaves is part of that greater cycle that moves among the stars.

As always, the ones who aren't saints make the most noise...a single tree falling makes a sound, but a whole forest growing doesn't.

The seed of God is in us: Pear seeds grow into pear trees; Hazel seeds into hazel trees; And God seeds into God.

A question arises regarding the angels who dwell with us, serve us and protect us, whether their joys are equal to those of the angels in heaven, or whether they are diminished by the fact that they protect and serve us. No, they are certainly not; for the work of the angels is the will of God, and the will of God is the work of the angels; their service to us does not hinder their joy nor their working. If God told an angel to go to a tree and pluck caterpillars off it, the angel would be quite ready to do so, and it would be his happiness, if it were the will of God.

In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.

As the gardener, by severe pruning, forces the sap of the tree into one or two vigorous limbs, so should you stop off your miscellaneous activity and concentrate your force on one or a few points.

Who leaves the pine-tree, leaves his friend, Unnerves his strength, invites his end.

Plants are the young of the world, vessels of health and vigor; but they grope ever upward towards consciousness; the trees are imperfect men, and seem to bemoan their imprisonment, rooted in the ground.

I see my trees repair their boughs.

How often does a man ruin his disciples by remaining always with them! When men are once trained, it is essential that their leader leave them, for without his absence they cannot develop themselves. Plants always remain small under a big tree.

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

I see for Nature no defeat In one tree's overthrow Or for myself in my retreat For yet another blow.

The tree the tempest with a crash of wood Throws down in front of us is not to bar Our passage to our journey's end for good, But just to ask us who we think we are....

Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss....

But I may be one who does not care Ever to have tree bloom or bear.

Love is like a tree, it grows of its own accord, it puts down deep roots into our whole being.

There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.

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.

He had, they said, tasted in succession all the apples of the tree of knowledge, and, whether from hunger or disgust, had ended by tasting the forbidden fruit.

There are moments when a rope's end, a pole, the branch of the tree, is life itself, and it is a frightful thing to see a living being lose his hold upon it, and fall like a ripe fruit.

I wonder about the trees. Why do we wish to bear Forever the noise of these More than another noise So close to our dwelling place?

He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.

Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain drawn Between you and me.

Why had such a promising world been crucified on the tree of obligation, thorned by duties, hanged by hypocrisy, smothered by customs?

Eighty percent of air pollution comes from plants and trees.

More than any gift or toy, ornament of tree, let us resolve that this Christmas shall be, like that first Christmas, a celebration of interior treasures.

Trees cause pollution.

Nothing has ever been said about God that hasn't already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

Grains of error planted innocently in a well-kept greenhouse can become giant poisonous trees.

The banyan tree does not mean awakening, nor does the hill, nor the saint, nor the European couple. The lotus is a symbol of regeneration.

The ground under the Bilva tree is very holy. Meditating here quickly brings about an awakening of the religious instinct. Shri Ramakrishna used to say so.

A sapling must be hedged about for protection, but when it becomes a tree, a hedge would be a hindrance. So there is no need to criticise and condemn the old forms.

I never before knew the full value of trees....What would I not give that the trees planted nearest round the house at Monticello were full grown.

Too old to plant trees for my own gratification, I shall do it for my posterity.

I never before knew the full value of trees. Under them I breakfast, dine, write, read and receive my company.

The olive tree is surely the richest gift of Heaven. I can scarcely expect bread.

Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

They were trying to run, trying to hide. But the rock would not hide them; the dead tree gave no shelter.

I've killed enough of the world's trees.

Put an egg in your shoe and beat it, make like a tree and leave, imitate an amoeba and split.

You can't have the fruits without the roots.

The leader is the one who climbs the tallest tree, surveys the entire situation, and yells, 'Wrong jungle!' ... Busy, efficient producers and managers often respond ... 'Shut up! We're making progress!'

In the garden I see only your face From trees and blossoms I inhale only your fragrance.

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

Tree limbs rise and fall like the ecstatic arms of those who have submitted to the mystical life. Leaf sounds talk together like poets making fresh metaphors.

The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.

Love is a tree; and lovers are its shade.

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

Whatever you keep hidden in your heart, God manifests in you outwardly. Whatever the root of the tree feeds on in secret, affects the bough and the leaf.

Every tree, every growing thing as it grows, says THIS truth, you harvest what you sow.

All elongated objects, such as sticks, tree-trunks and umbrellas(the opening of these last being comparable to an erection) may stand for the male organ...Boxes, cases, chests, cupboards, and ovens represent the uterus...Rooms in dreams are usually women...Many landscapes in dreams, especially any containing breidges or wooded hills, may clearly be recognized as descriptions of the genitals.

Philosophy: a purple bullfinch in a lilac tree.

Cars don't cause pollution, trees do.

Water the fruit trees and don’t water the thorns.

Be a helpful friend, and you will become a green tree with always new fruit, always deeper journeys into love.

I was once walking through the forest alone. A tree fell right in front of me -- and I didn't hear it.

The other day when I was walking through the woods, I saw a rabbit standing in front of a candle making shadows of people on a tree.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?

After my training wheels, my first real bike was a Schwinn, and my first time out, I rode down a hill, didn’t know how to stop, and ran right into a tree. So, that was a nice experience ... like realizing, oh, there are brakes!

For freemen like brothers agree; With one spirit endured, they one friendship pursued, And their temple was Liberty Tree

My family tree consists of drug dealers, thugs, and killers.

Now is the seedtime of continental union, faith and honor. The least fracture now, will be like a name engraved with the point of a pin on the tender rind of a young oak; the wound would enlarge with the tree, and posterity read in it full grown characters.

The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul ... A culture is no better than its woods.