“Listen to me," cried Syme with extraordinary emphasis. "Shall I tell you the secret of the whole world? It is that we… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“There's something about being from Maine that you can never let hold of - the pointed firs and feathery pine trees, the… — Caitlin Shetterly Copy Share Image
“I need to climb the orange trees in Yaffa City, and let the orange branches hold me, and write poetry “كم أتمنى أن أتسلق أشجار برتقال يافا ، و سأسمح لبرتقالة تلفها رائحة حكايات جدتي وتسكنها طفولتي أن تحملني كي أكتب الشعر٠” — Amany Al-Hallaq Copy Share Image
“On older trees still than these huge lobes of fungi grew like lungs. Here, as everywhere, the Unfulfilled Intention, which makes life… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
“The scent of Havana tobacco draped thick from the magnolia trees in the front yard. Ice cubes mingled and clinked against the… — Ruta Sepetys Copy Share Image
I found a treehouse. I found this weird tree, out in a field, and someone had put a piece of a fence,… — James Badge Dale Copy Share Image
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like… — John Muir Copy Share Image
“Why roots were rated so highly compared with branches or leaves, Peri had never understood. Trees had multiple shoots and filaments extending… — Elif Shafak Copy Share Image
“There are gigantic trees that have grown tall into the winds and the clouds over the thousands of years of their lives,… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
“It had turned out that climbing a tree was more difficult than it looked. It was harder than warrior pose in yoga,… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
It is only by spring that the death of the autumns returns. What about winter, which is death? When the pure snow… — Sorin Cerin Copy Share Image
The great French Marshall Lyautey once asked his gardener to plant a tree. The gardner objected that the tree was slow growing… — John F. Kennedy Copy Share Image
“... 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
So completely was Jesus bent upon saving sinners by the sacrifice of Himself, He created the tree upon which He was to… — Octavius Winslow Copy Share Image
Before my mother was a King, she climbed trees and wrestled with boys. And won. Even as a child, Coretta Scott demonstrated… — Bernice King Copy Share Image
“Passing that fiery tree-if only she could; Be making love, Be making poetry, Be exploding, be speeding through the universe; Like a… — Alicia Ostriker Copy Share Image
The short conversation that follows eventually led to a tree religion. Its tenet of faith was this: a tree that was a… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“The sky is stained pink and purple, and the shadows are thick, stark brush strokes on the ground. But the air is… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Above me, wind does its best to blow leaves off the aspen tree a month too soon. No use wind. All you… — Bill Holm Copy Share Image
My parents screened 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory' for my 6th birthday, and I became fascinated by the idea of living… — Dylan Lauren Copy Share Image
My mother was born in June and later, feeling a vacancy, chose her birth month for her middle name. Marry to marry,… — Judith Viorst Copy Share Image
In several sections, both natural in the banks of the Mississippi and its numerous arms, and where artificial canals had been cut,… — Charles Lyell Copy Share Image
“Jerry walked up to a tall tree, an oak I think. It must have been ten or fifteen blocks high. Jerry started… — Mark Mulle Copy Share Image
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts; and if people… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Now I am in the garden at the back . . . a very preserve of butterflies as I remember it, with… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“trees [-] Inside their wooden samurai armor they are geisha beauties, each one a ‘person-of-the-arts,’ limbs dancing, arranging flowers, carrying the wind’s… — A. A. Attanasio Copy Share Image
“I skip down the driveway, hurry up the road, linger on the bridge for a moment, looking down at the reflection of… — Christina Baker Kline Copy Share Image
The planting of a tree, especially one of the long-living hardwood trees, is a gift which you can make to posterity at… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
“Then God said, ‘I give you every seed-bearing plant on the face of the whole earth and every tree that has fruit… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I wanted to eat of the fruit of all the trees in the garden of the world… And so, indeed, I went… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
“Yet for the first time in three days, I want something. I want the forest lord to turn me into a cedar.… — David Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Sometimes a person might point to the roots and say that it is just here that we can find the real Dharma,… — Sadhak Anshit Copy Share Image
“Arboreal, a fine word. Our arboreal ancestors, Crake used to say. Used to shit on their enemies from above while perched in… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
You can live for years next door to a big pine tree, honored to have so venerable a neighbor, even when it… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
“Sometimes, on days when the weather was beyond redemption, mere residence in the house, situated in the midst of a steady and… — Marcel Proust Copy Share Image
Just as our forefathers saved and invested to build what we, the current generation, are enjoying today, so, too, we must plant… — Lee Hsien Loong Copy Share Image
What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
For every individual is a unique manifestation of the Whole, as every branch is a particular outreaching of the tree. To manifest… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“She sees washing lines and women squatting by a stream, and the creaking ropes of a swing beneath a big tree, and… — Khaled Hosseini And The Mountains Echoed Copy Share Image
“The light faded slowly, retreating through the trees. The thick mossy trunks grew dense with shadow, edges still rimmed with a fugitive… — Diana Gabaldon Copy Share Image