The real jewel of my disease-ridden woodlot is the…

“She'd loved birds long before her physical limitations kept her grounded. She'd found a birding diary of her grandmother's in a trunk in the…

— Tracy Guzeman

The Attic warbler pours her throat, Responsive to the cuckoo's note, The untaught harmony of spring.

— Thomas Gray

“A similar unhappy fate awaited the delightful Bachman’s warbler. Always rare, it was said to have one of the loveliest songs of all birds.…

— Bill Bryson

A dead tree, falling, made less havoc than a live one. It seemed as though a live tree went down fighting, like an animal.

— Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats…

— Wallace Stevens

He kissed back, all the pages spread out around us like riddles waiting to be solved. Let them wait. Let my genes unravel, my…

— Lauren DeStefano

There's nothing good about ash dieback, but there is one useful thing that could be done: wherever possible, leave the dead trees to stand.…

— George Monbiot

I can drown a drink of water. I can kill a dead tree. Don't mess with Muhammad Ali.

— Muhammad Ali

There appears to be a deeply embedded uneasiness in our culture about throwing away junk that can be reused. Perhaps, in part, it is…

— William Booth

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

— Cyril Connolly

As I look back on my fondness for the outdoors, and specifically the elements in nature that I find visually stimulating, I am surprised…

— Cory Trepanier

Newspapers: dead trees with information smeared on them.

— Horizon

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

— Anne Sexton

To me, all the juice of a book is in an unpublished manuscript, and the published book is like a dead tree - just…

— Christina Stead

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

— Stephen King