It had rained on some vivid green ferns in Maine and it…

“The road climbs curving out of wet ground thick with cedars, and up onto a plateau meadow where Jersey cows, beautiful as deer, watching…

— Wallace Stegner Crossing To Safety

Only spread a fern-frond over a man's head and worldly cares are cast out, and freedom and beauty and peace come in.

— John Muir

Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast ‘em,…

— Anonymous

I dreamed a place where I have come to dwell Cold Mountain says it all Monkeys scream, the valley fog is cold My door…

— Hanshan

A tree is alive, and thus it is always more than you can see. Roots to leaves, yes-those you can, in part, see. But…

— Elizabeth Moon

As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that thinks, so the leaves—the fern and the needled pine and…

— Donald C. Peattie

“Everything is ferns, leaf mold, the crackle of fire, and the hum of distant voices.”

— Holly Black

Each place its own mind, its own psyche! Oak, Madrone, Douglas fir, red-tailed hawk, serpentine in the sandstone, a certain scale to the topography,…

— David Abram

I fell in love with flora of all types, especially ferns. Loved the sparse structure and repetition of shape - almost fractal.

— Jack Dorsey

Being on Twitter is like having a fern.

— Steve Martin

Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to…

— William Allingham

It was to Hofmeister, working as a young man, an amateur and enthusiast, in the early morning hours of summer months, before business, at…

— Arthur Harry Church

Of course, when we got home, we found that Dagda had peed on my down comforter. He had also eaten part of Mom's maidenhair…

— Cate Tiernan

I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.

— Alfred Lord Tennyson

When Nature gives a gorgeous rose, Or yields the simplest fern, She writes this motto on the leaves, "To whom it may concern!" And…

— John Godfrey Saxe