trembling copse of young saplings

I hate to see prudence clinging to the green suckers of youth; 'tis like ivy round a sapling, and spoils the growth of the…

— Richard Brinsley Sheridan

“They were laughing and their hair was shining like leaves in moonlight, their limbs long as saplings. I thought, Girls are magical at this…

— Francesca Lia Block

I'm more encouraged by the saplings: new music groups, tiny new venues, entrepreneurial musician-composers who aren't waiting to be discovered but are instead building…

— David Edelstein

Fascism is the most inherently evil political ideology that man has ever devised. Wherever we see even the smallest sapling of fascism growing, we…

— Derek R. Audette

I became intensely aware of the being-ness of trees. The feel of rough sun-warmed bark of an ancient forest giant, or the cool, smooth…

— Jane Goodall

Some beliefs are rigid, like the body of death, impotent in a changing world. Other beliefs are pliable, like the young sapling, ever growing…

— Sophia Lyon Fahs

The life of a good man will hardly improve us more than the life of a freebooter, for the inevitable laws appear as plainly…

— Henry David Thoreau

They absorb carbon monoxide and carbon dioxide and give out oxygen. What could be more desirable? And they look good in the bargain. Stop…

— Isaac Asimov

Any fool can destroy trees. They cannot run away; and if they could, they would still be destroyed-chased and hunted down as long as…

— John Muir

And so there would always be more to remember that could no longer be seen...our history is always returning to a little patch of…

— Wendell Berry

I thought that we were all like trees, flexible youths, saplings, who grow up heavy and stiff, spread seeds and get chopped down and…

— Jill McCorkle

A gnarled old branch dulls the blade that severs a sapling.

— Robert Jordan

The dream in your heart may be bigger than the environment in which you find yourself. Sometimes you have to get out of that…

— Darren Hardy

On Wenlock Edge the wood's in trouble;His forest fleece the Wrekin heaves;The wind it plies the saplings double, And thick on Severn snow the…

— A. E. Housman

“Six sick slick slim sycamore saplings.”

— Riley Weber