Tree Quotations | Page 6

Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction if they know how. To plant a pine, for example, one need be neither god nor poet; one need only own a shovel. By virtue of this curious loophole in the rules, any clodhopper may say: Let there be a tree - and there will be one.

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on.... A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.

I love all trees, but I am in love with pines.

Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets. To plant a pine, one need only own a shovel.

Plant no tree sooner than the vine.

A chance, as a coach, to take a team to the World Cup finals is probably as high up the tree as it gets, certainly with one-day cricket.

The sun came through the branches of the tree above her, and Ruth looked up past them. "I think she listens," she said, too softly to be heard.

Trees for example, carry the memory of rainfal. In their rings we read ancient weather - storms, sunlight and temperatures, the growing seasons of centuries. A forest shares a history which each tree remembers even after it has been felled.

People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?

I didn't need to understand the hypostatic unity of the Trinity; I just needed to turn my life over to whoever came up with redwood trees.

When I behold the heavens as in their prime, And then the earth (though old) still clad in green, The stones and trees, insensible of time, Nor age nor wrinkle on their front are seen

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?

The sun doesn't just hang on one family's tree

With watercolour, you can pick up the atmosphere, the temperature, the sound of snow shifting through the trees or over the ice of a small pond or against a windowpane. Watercolour perfectly expresses the free side of my nature.

I am not a veteran environmentalist. I don't live in a house made of recycled tires, I've never handcuffed myself to a tree, and I don't grow my own organic rutabaga.

Root of a tree, fruit of a vine, let me pass by this blood of mine.

The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart.

Someone is dead. Even the trees know it, those poor old dancers who come on lewdly, all pea-green scarfs and spine pole.

George Foreman can knock down an oak tree ... but oak trees don't move.

Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.

Now I was a tiger that neither pounced nor lay waiting between the trees. I became an unseen spirit.

Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.

Time has a funny way of collapsing when you go back to a place you once loved. You find yourself thinking, I was kissed in that building, I climbed up that tree.

The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.

The best Christmas trees come very close to exceeding nature. If some of our great decorated trees had been grown in a remote forest area with lights that came on every evening as it grew dark, the whole world would come to look at them and marvel at the mystery of their great beauty.

You go into a room and you know where you're welcome; you know where you're unwelcome.Sometimes in a hostile situation you stick around because hostility itself is important.The people who are garrulous and wear their heart on their sleeve and tell you everything, that's one kind of person, but the fellow who's hiding behind a tree and hoping you don't see him is the fellow that you'd better find out why.

Nothing grows well in the shade of a big tree.

I refused [to study under Rodin] because nothing grows under large trees.

Nothing can grow under big trees.

Sung to the tune of O Christmas Tree O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree, But it was eaten by a newt, And now I have no cuddly fruit, O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree!

Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind...

Trees sprout up just about everywhere in computer science...

If you're not a tree hugger, then you're a what, a tree hater?

And any small moments of intense, flaring beauty such as this morning's will be utterly forgotten, dissolved by time like a super-8 film left out in the rain, without sound, and quickly replaced by thousands of silently growing trees.

We don't want to focus on the trees (or their leaves) at the expense of the forest.

Every craggy and gnarled tree has its own strange and graceful legend attached to it.

Ineffective or weak brain connections are pruned in much the same way a gardener would prune a tree or bush, giving the plant a desired shape,

How vainly men themselves amaze, / To win the palm, the oak, or bays; / And their incessant labours see / Crowned from some single herb or tree.

How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from some single herb or tree. Whose short and narrow verged shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all flow'rs and all trees do close To weave the garlands of repose.

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

If you've ever come across a tree that you've lived with for many years and then one day it's blown over, there's incredible shock and violence about that.

I knew the tree when it grew, and the tree is now gone. The farmers cut it up, and it's become firewood. And there's this tremendous sense of absence and shock and violence attendant to that collapsing tree.

Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.

Forests may be gorgeous but there is nothing more alive than a tree that learns how to grow in a cemetery.

If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night.

The present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The tree rustled again. Their senses were sharpened, and they seemed to apprehend life. Life passed. The tree rustled again.

The time has come to link ecology to economic and human development. When you have seen one ant, one bird, one tree, you have not seen them all. What is happening to the rain forests of Madagascar and Brazil will affect us all.

My troubles are all over, and I am at home; and often before I am quite awake, I fancy I am still in the orchard at Birtwick, standing with my friends under the apple trees.

The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond clear water in it. Some shady trees leaned over it, and rushes and water-lilies grew at the deep end.

At the moment I'm so exhausted that I feel like cutting my throat, so the next news masy well be that I am across the river and under the trees: what is the meaning and purpose of life? Death.

You know, what I like about 'The Family Tree' is it's a kitchen sink movie; you can't think of anything that it doesn't either throw into the story for conflict or poke fun at or attack, even, so I like it.

If you can train your senses to perceive the movement of the minute hand of a clock, what is to stop you for training them to 'slow down' when you look at a tree or a puddle?

That's what it's like when people have crawled very high up in a tree, then they sometimes need help to get down with ladders and ropes and other instruments.

All the trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.

I asked God to help me understand the story of the forest and what it means to be a tree in that story.

He said to me I was a tree in a story about a forest, and that it was arrogant of me to believe any differently. And he told me the story of the forest is better than the story of the tree.

Verily, God hath eighteen thousand worlds; and verily, your world is one of them, and this its bright axle-tree.

How is it possible to live like a machine and bear fruit like a tree?

Liars are experts in chopping logic and missing the truth slightly - 'Did God say not to eat from any tree?' In order to pin a liar down, words must be defined in the most careful manner available.

A tree reaches below the surface to gather strength for stargazing.

Hardcover and paperback forever. Someone carve that into a tree.

I think a lot of what is involved in finding a noticer is to watch people and see what fruit people have on the tree. You examine that life and see if it has the kind of fruit you want to produce in your life.

Liberals are more upset when a tree is chopped down than when a child is aborted.

A tree is such a rich metaphor in a million beautiful ways. You can consider a tree growing and consider its connectedness to all things above and under the ground.

No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.

Supposing a tree fell down, Pooh, when we were underneath it?' 'Supposing it didn't,' said Pooh after careful thought. Piglet was comforted by this.

The fly sat upon the axel-tree of the chariot-wheel and said, What a dust do I raise!

A wild boar was sharpening his tusks upon the trunk of a tree in the forest when a fox came by and asked, Why are you doing that, pray? The huntsmen are not out today and there are no other dangers at hand that I can see. True, my friend, replied the Boar, but the instant my life is in danger, I shall need to use my tusks. There will be no time to sharpen them then.

I guarantee that the seed you plant in love, not matter how small, will grow into a mighty tree of refuge. We all want a future for ourselves and we must now care enough to create, nurture and secure a future for our children.”

He had so many ways of climbing into the tree house in his head, escaping the madness below, and pulling the ladder up behind him...

An English homegrey twilight poured On dewy pasture, dewy trees, Softer than sleepall things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.

Those who depend on the merits of their ancestors may be said to search in the roots of the tree for those fruits which the branches ought to produce.

Great people plant trees they'll never sit under.

What's the matter?'' She immediately started laughin. ''What's the mattter? Everything is the matter! Rocks! Trees! Atoms! Even anteaters! Everything is the matter!

Wisdom is like a baobab tree; no one individual can embrace it.

Trees have feelings too, and no one ever says 'hi' to them. Next time you're outside and see a tree, say 'hello'.

I really liked Yale, although it was extremely intimidating. When I visited the campus, I was hiding behind trees, I felt so unworthy.

There are many, many cases where DNA has told us about species' relationships that we never would have guessed based on appearances or other characteristics. We need this tree to understand the great story of animal evolution.

Though a tree grow ever so high, the falling leaves return to the ground

We were watching TV and all of a sudden it just hit. We were right in the middle of it. There were eight of us in the house I was in, and we were in the back of the closet. The rest of the house was completely smashed. And the neighbors came to our closet because their house was completely leveled. There wasn't one tree or house standing within about a 10-mile block. But no one was hurt.

We are working to keep the system as reliable as we can and keep the price of electricity as affordable as we can. We do that through aggressive tree trimming. In 2005 we spent over $50 million trimming rights of way, more than $21 million in the southern region that includes Hendersonville.

We really did have a club whose members jumped from the branch of a very high tree into the river as initiation.

Science Fiction has rivets, fantasy has trees.

His grandfather had often told him that he tried too hard to move trees when a wiser man would walk around them.

We're sitting under the tree of our thinking minds, wondering why we're not getting any sunshine!

Many of us are caught in separateness and we look for love out there, out there. But then as we proceed inside there will be the love. The universe is an example of love. Like a tree. Like the ocean. Like my body. Like my wheelchair. I see the love.

I like to look at a tree and see that it's love. Don't you?

You look at the tree and you allow it. You see why it is the way it is...

When our community is facing the most important issue in 20 years, you send that deputy mayor to go plant that tree and you go up to Frankfort to give leadership on this issue.

When I was born, my parents and my mother's parents planted a dogwood tree in the side yard of the large white house in which we lived throughout my boyhood. This tree I learned quite early, was exactly my age - was, in a sense, me.

When eating a fruit, think of the person who planted the tree

This research is part of a larger, ongoing project to assemble the evolutionary family tree of dinosaurs and their relatives.

We sat in the house thinking it wasn't going to be all that bad in Boca Raton, and it was bad - much worse than we thought. It was scary at times. I wish we had left. One tree fell on the roof against the house. When the storm blew the other way, the tree was gone off the roof. It was a big tree, nothing you can pick up with five men.

We're trying to be responsible in our management of the Greenway. Everybody wants to save every tree possible, and so do I.

We should worship lord Shiva so that we are freed from our worldly attachments just like a fruit falls from a tree after ripening. Once we are successful in doing this we are liberated from this vicious cycles of life and death.

Why are there so many trees in the jungle?

I think it is very important to conserve and protect the natural world. I’ve just come back from Costa Rica and they are really big on eco tourism. They have lots of reserves, and they are really into protecting wildlife. I visited a reserve called Cabo Blanco. You walk into the reserve and there are capucine monkeys swinging from the trees and sloths. I am big into nature, and seeing animals in their natural habitats. I love it.

Here man is no longer the center of the world, only a witness, but a witness who is also a partner in the silent life of Nature, bound by secret affinities of the trees.

We are like trees. We wear all colors naturally.