Tree Quotations | Page 7

A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful the way you lean.

I'm Davey. I sing, make faces and swing from trees.

The leaves on the Tree of Life are for the healing of the nations, but what are the fruits for?-They must be just for the pleasure of eating!

It's in the democratic citizen's nature to be like a leaf that doesn't believe in the tree it's part of.

All life is related. And it enables us to construct with confidence the complex tree that represents the history of life

And remember, even when you can't sing, you can always plant a tree

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

A man contains all that is needed to make up a tree; likewise, a tree contains all that is needed to make up a man. Thus, finally, all things meet in all things, but we need a Prometheus to distill it.

Al Gore announced he is finishing up a new book about global warming and the environment. Yeah, the first chapter talks about how you shouldn't chop down trees to make a book that no one will read.

Rather than chairs and tables, I preferred the ground, trees, and caves, for in those places I felt I could lean against the cheek of God.

To be poor and be without trees, is to be the most starved human being in the world. To be poor and have trees, is to be completely rich in ways that money can never buy.

I love to work, so give me what you've got. I'll play a tree, if you want me to. If you want fruit on it, then pay me more money. Otherwise, I just love to work.

If we want children to flourish, to become truly empowered, then let us allow them to love the earth before we ask them to save it. Perhaps this is what Thoreau had in mind when he said, “the more slowly trees grow at first, the sounder they are at the core, and I think the same is true of human beings.

A bulger of a place it is. The number of the ships beat me all hollow, and looked for all the world like a big clearing in the West, with the dead trees all standing.

You could be the leaf that never falls from the tree you could be the sun that never leaves the sky this might be the happy ending without the ending this might be a reason to try

There is no whit less enlightenment under the tree by your street than there was under the Buddha's bo tree. I invite you to go sit under that tree by your street.

Trees have a curious relationship to the subject of the present moment. There are many created things in the universe that outlive us, that outlive the sun, even, but I can't think about them. I live with trees.

I have since only rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it, for the moment when the mountains open and a new light roars in spate through the crack, and the mountains slam.

You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky.

Playing Augusta is like playing a Salvador Dali landscape. I expected a clock to fall out of the trees and hit me in the face.

Life is not so simple. There are many futures. The life of a single person is like a great tree: every branch, every twig, every leaf is a possible future.

I never knew how soothing trees are-many trees and patches of open sunlight, and tree presences; it is almost like having another being.

Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.

The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought, Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.

The Brangwens had lived for generations on the Marsh Farm, in the meadows where the Erewash twisted sluggishly through alder trees, separating Derbyshire from Nottinghamshire.

Humanity is less, far less than the individual, because the individual may sometimes be capable of truth, and humanity is a tree of lies.

Grow your tree of falsehood from a small grain of truth.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

I spend as much time as I can sketching from nature, Dartmoor contains such a rich variety of landscape, as many boulders, foaming rivers and twisted trees as my heart could ever desire. . . . When I look into a river, I feel I could spend a whole lifetime just painting that river.

To draw a tree, to pay such close attention to every aspect of a tree, is an act of reverence not only toward the tree, and toward the earth itself, but also our human connection to it. This is one of the magical things about drawing -- it gives us almost visionary moments of connectedness.

When I draw something, I try to build some kind of history into it. Drawing an object that has a certain amount of wear and tear or rust; or a tree that is damaged. I love trying to render not just the object, but what it has been through.

We were at 10,000 feet in Utah and I was running out of gas. I was in boots that were leather-soled. The bear was closing in. Now, he's supposed to be playing. Once I started to run, he got really excited. Pretty soon he was chasing me. And I said if this guy gets me, his idea of play is going to be the end of me. So I threw the rifle out and got on that tree so fast. Now, once it was done, I mean, I was sweating bullets. I said, not again. Not again.

The well-ordered mind knows the value, no less than the charm, of reticence. The fruit of the tree of knowledge ... falls ripe from its stem; but those who have eaten with sobriety find no need to discuss the processes of digestion.

When I first made a grid I happened to be thinking of the innocence of trees and then this grid came into my mind and I thought it represented innocence, and I still do, and so I painted it and then I was satisfied. I thought, this is my vision.

Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard…And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?" Jane: "You are no ruin sir - no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop.

Never play tips from "insiders." They can't see the forest for the trees.

What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?

The storm that bends the birch trees Is held to be violent But how about the storm That bends the backs of the roadworkers?

You can't write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.

I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.

We are all leaves. We can choose to stick to the tree and eventually wither and die, or we can break off, have a helluva ride and land somewhere amazing.

Take a lesson from the trees, watch the way they bend with each breeze, little victories.

The weakness of most men they do not know how to become a stone or tree.

I would say, my influences go back a little further than some folks. I think what your influences are can certainly help you. It's like a tree with really deep roots; the firmer they're planted in the ground, the better foundation you have to build upon.

But this tree in the yard-this tree that men chopped down...this tree that they built a bonfire around, trying to burn up it's stump-this tree lived! It lived! And nothing could destroy it.

No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps, and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements districts.... That was the kind of tree it was. It liked poor people.

If there was only one tree like that in the world, you would think it was beautiful. But because there are so many, you just can't see how beautiful it really is.

Some beach, somewhere. There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growin' and a warm breeze a blowing. I picture myself right there, on some beach, somewhere.

The Indian who fells the tree that he may gather the fruit, and the Arab who plunders the caravans of commerce are actuated by the same impulse of savage nature, and relinquish for momentary rapine the long and secure possession of the most important blessings.

I need to live like that crooked tree--... that knelt down in the hardest winds but could not be blasted away.

Words are the leaves of the tree of language, of which, if some fall away, a new succession takes their place.

Trees don't grow even, they don't grow straight just however it makes them happy.

There's nothing wrong with having a tree as a friend.

Trees cover up a multitude of sins.

Talk to the tree, make friends with it.

For each of us has a perch on the tree. After we are gone, that perch is marked by a notch, permanent, yes, but with its edges muting over time, assuming the tree is ever growing. Years from now someone can see that you were here, or there, and although you had little conception or care for the wider branching, in the next life there might be a sigh of wonder at how quietly flourishing it all was, if never majestic.

i was momentarily sidetracked by the vision of Eric herding a cow into a trailer and driving it to the shoulder of the the interstate and shooing it into the trees.

Trees had died to make these forms, and that seemed a great pity to me.

Vines and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.

Death is the gate of life. Ingratitude is the soul's enemy... Ingratitude is a burning wind that dries up the source of love, the dew of mercy, the streams of grace. You will find something far greater in the woods than you will find in books. Stones and trees will teach you that which you will never learn from masters.

'The Lorax,'...it's a mythical, woodland creature, right, who's for saving trees. He speaks for the trees because no one else can. Kind of the way conservatives speak for fetuses.

God makes trees, he doesn't write books.

It boggles my mind that someone can see life breathed into a baby, watch the grass die and then come to life again, see leaves fall and watch the rebirth of a tree, or gaze on any of the majestic splendor that is this earth and not be overpowered by the presence of an Almighty God!

There was a man that hated his footprints and his shadow, so one day he thought that if he ran fast enough, his footprints and shadow would not be able to follow him and then he never ever had to look at them again. He ran and he ran as fast as he could, but the shadow and the footprints had no problems keeping up to him. And he ran even faster and all of a sudden he fell dead to the ground. But if he been standing still there hadn't been any footprints and if he had been resting under a tree his shadow had been swallowed of the trees shadow.

Don't be a leaf... Be a tree!

Christmas is a box of tree ornaments that have become part of the family.

Mickey Cray had been out of work ever since a dead iguana fell from a palm tree and hit him on the head.

Actually it was the mark of the stupid, which is what you get for sitting under a tree during a thunderstorm.

Hard to find anything lovelier than a tree. They grow at right angles to a tangent of the nominal sphere of the Earth.

Trees're always a relief, after people.

Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.

At the end of a miserable day, instead of grieving my virtual nothing, I can always look at my loaded wastepaper basket and tell myself that if I failed, at least I took a few trees down with me.

The fruit falls off the tree. You don't shake it off before it's ready to fall.

To our human minds, computers behave less like rocks and trees than they do like humans, so we unconsciously treat them like people.... In other words, humans have special instincts that tell them how to behave around other sentient beings, and as soon as any object exhibits sufficient cognitive function, those instincts kick in and we react as though we were interacting with another sentient human being.

I was a pebble. I was a leaf. I was the jagged branch of a tree. I was nothing to them and they were everything to me.

Their leaving made me melancholy, though I also felt something like relief when they disappeared into the dark trees. I hadn't needed to get anything from my pack; I'd only wanted to be alone. Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren't a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.

Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realise that we can not eat money.

The lizard that jumped from a high Iroko tree to the ground said he would praise himself if no-one else did.

When there is a big tree small ones climb on its back to reach the sun.

The root of any film project for me is this inner need to express something. What nurtures this root and makes it grow into a tree is the script. What makes the tree bear flowers and fruit is the directing.

Ive always loved the idea of mythologies linked to or underlying everyday life, like the kami gods of Shintoism, where every rock, tree and stream has its own little god associated with it.

Every individual is a unique manifestation of the Whole, as every branch is a particular outreaching of the tree.

We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.

Legislators represent people, not trees or acres. Legislators are elected by voters, not farms or cities or economic interests.

Legislatures represent people, not acres or trees.

It sometimes takes a foreigner to come and see a place and paint it. I remember someone saying they had never really noticed the palm trees here until I painted them.

I may be doomed to the stake and the fire, or to the scaffold tree, but it is not in me to falter if I can promote the work of emancipation.

When I was a boy, we all learned the story of George Washington and the cherry tree and accepted it as gospel truth. The present, more enlightened younger generation, however, is well aware that this incident never happened, but that it was the invention of Washington's most famous biographer, the Rev. Mason Locke Weems.

When I was a kid growing up, we had a cherry tree in the backyard, 100 years old. I climbed it, and it gave shade in the summertime and excellent cherries in the late summer. Having cherry blossoms around gives the best springtime vibe ever.

The person that was skiing was actually able to get themselves up onto a tree and keep themselves above the snow so that person was unharmed. The second person, a female, was caught in the avalanche.

Whether the tree stays or goes, there's a risk factor that he will destroy what he's built. It's just a poorly conceived idea from every possible angle.

We're going to stick a tree trunk in the ground, with about 6 feet sticking out. The Gatlin gun operator will spray across it several times and try to cut it in half.

The works of a person that begin immediately to decay, while those of him who plants begin directly to improve. In this, planting promises a more lasting pleasure than building; which, were it to remain in equal perfection, would at best begin to moulder and want repairs in imagination. Now trees have a circumstance that suits our taste, and that is annual variety.

We bought the property as much for the tree as for the Victorian house.

Unfortunately it was tied up into a Christmas tree package, and it was take it or leave it - and you can't leave troops out in the cold.

We're going to have to see Bob Kennedy's 4-H card before we can let him enter this. I think he's let his membership expire. And another thing - he had a secretary from the office carry that tree in here. He didn't carry it in himself, so how do we know it's his? And even if those two things don't disqualify him, our 'ugly' rule would knock him out of the competition, anyway.

We're getting a lot of live wires or wires in the backyards that are arcing on tree branches.

We're getting rocked. We tried to go outside but a huge tree fell just outside our studio.

We're in a low area, so we had one or two feet of water yesterday. That has drained down now. Obviously, the area is still wet, but it's drying out. We did get some roof damagesome damage to some windows, and tree limbs hitting windows.

We've actually had angry people in our face while we're trying top put up the tree yelling about how they don't want it there.