“... One that would have the fruit must climb the tree... Great hopes make great men... Tis skill, not strength, that governs… — Thomas Fuller Copy Share Image
A circulating library in a town is as an evergreen tree of diabolical knowledge. — Richard Brinsley Sheridan Copy Share Image
There is only a policeman in front of something you have need for and don't have access to, so you put a… — Jacque Fresco Copy Share Image
“A memory was a thing with no shape, no mass, but indescribable weight. The Memory Trees” — Kali Wallace Copy Share Image
“The Universe, as has been observed before, is an unsettlingly big place, a fact which for the sake of a quiet life… — Douglas Adams Copy Share Image
The mode of clearing and planting is to fell the trees, and burn once what will burn, then cut them up into… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The people you keep bad mouthing are doing something for themselves and moving forward while you are stuck under that tree talking… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There is a tree. At the downhill edge of a long, narrow field in the western foothills of the La Sal Mountains… — Robert Fulghum Copy Share Image
In most mills, only the best portions of the best trees are used, while the ruins are left on the ground to… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I went to the springs while the sun was still up, and sitting on a rocky outcrop above the cave mouth I… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
“She wandered out for a walk. It was the kind of day that pretends spring has come, even though it hasn't. The… — Eloisa James Copy Share Image
“I remember you as the wind that breathes upon the forest The murmur of leaves rustling The rays of the sun. I… — P. C. Cast Copy Share Image
Roses are red, Violets are red, Shrubs are red, Trees are red, OMG! My yard is on fire! — Anonymous Copy Share Image
O never harm the dreaming world, the world of green, the world of leaves, but let its million palms unfold the adoration… — Kathleen Raine Copy Share Image
“As he lifted the leather-bound cover, the musty smell of paper rose up. He turned the first mottled leaf and looked down… — Lawrence Norfolk Copy Share Image
The full moon rises. The fog clings to the lowest branches of the spruce trees. The man steps out of the darkest… — Garth Stein Copy Share Image
Fall leaves are brilliant with gold and red. You can cup them in your hand and wonder at them, be amazed at… — Rob Thurman Copy Share Image
“Everyone wants a Christmas tree. If you had a Christmas tree Santa would bring you stuff! Like hair curlers and slut shoes.” — Janet Evanovich Copy Share Image
The longer you delay, the more your sin gets strength and rooting. If you cannot bend a twig, how will you be… — Richard Baxter Copy Share Image
The rule I use is, If it doesn't come out of the ground looking the way it looks when you eat it,… — Mehmet Oz Copy Share Image
Tinsel on our Christmas trees is a Hart family staple started by my grandmother, Helen Hart. — Natalya Neidhart Copy Share Image
Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go,… — Joanna Lumley Copy Share Image
Every kind of knowledge, every science, is as a tree: if the fruit of it be the love of God, then is… — Abdu'l-Bahá Copy Share Image
You walk for days among trees and among stones. Rarely does the eye light on a thing, and then only when it… — Italo Calvino Copy Share Image
“Granny’s implicit belief that everything should get out of her way extended to other witches, very tall trees and, on occasion, mountains.” — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
Come into our home, daughters of Earth; dwell in our tunnels, harvest our fields; what we cannot do, you are now our… — Orson Scott Card Copy Share Image
If the world knew what I was doing, they would hang me from the highest tree. — Warren Jeffs Copy Share Image
We were going to the long field which today looked like an ocean, although I had never seen an ocean; the grass… — Shirley Jackson Copy Share Image
“Trees can grow from tiny cracks in stony cliffs, Kate. This may be a very small crack indeed—but it’s a beginning.” — Mary Jo Putney Copy Share Image
When I stand at the top of the Champs-Elysées, with its chestnut trees in flower, its undulations of shining cars, its white… — Anais Nin Copy Share Image
“ Excerpt from "The Trees in Winter" I’m old now and tired. Dried up and brittle. My hands are like clumsy crooked… — D.E. Sievers Copy Share Image
Ah! the year is slowly dying, And the wind in tree-top sighing, Chant his requiem. Thick and fast the leaves are falling,… — Mary Weston Fordham Copy Share Image
