My background is in art. I was a painter and an occasional sculptor, and I really like materials - you know, stuff.… — Caterina Fake Copy Share Image
Fortunately, in the place where I went out, they had set up a little previously a fence which prevented me finally from… — Jacky Ickx Copy Share Image
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Somewhere close I knew spear-nosed bats flew through the tree crowns in search of fruit, palm vipers coiled in ambush in the… — E. O. Wilson Copy Share Image
There are trees of a thousand sorts, and all have their several fruits; and I feel the most unhappy man in the… — Christopher Columbus 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
“To our indigenous ancestors, and to the many aboriginal peoples who still hold fast to their oral traditions, language is less a… — David Abram Copy Share Image
Just as a tree, though cut down, can grow again and again if its roots are undamaged and strong, in the same… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
Brambles, in particular, protect and nourish young fruit trees, and on farms bramble clumps (blackberry or one of its related cultivars) can… — Bill Mollison Copy Share Image
“They'd entered a clearing. A wide, green meadow in the middle of the forest. The entire space was carpeted with bluebells. Thousands… — Tessa Dare Copy Share Image
“The action of a thing is the same as the naming of it - is, in fact, the real name. The trees… — Jesse Ball Copy Share Image
There are cities that get by on their good looks, offer climate and scenery, views of mountains or oceans, rockbound or with… — Elmore Leonard Copy Share Image
“Autumn leaves fall from the tree, disappear with the wind, but then reappear on the tree and disappear again. Memories are like… — Mehmet Murat ildan Copy Share Image
Your tree pose is going crazy and you're falling; and your leg is burning; and it feels impossible to maintain any sort… — Tara Stiles Copy Share Image
In Seattle we live among the trees and the waterways, and we feel we are rocked gently in the cradle of life.… — Garth Stein Copy Share Image
“I think this is a bodhi tree,” I said, “just like Buddha sat under! It’s so exciting. I’m feeling sort of enlightened… — Christopher Moore Copy Share Image
Information is not just something you download from the Web. The way trees grow and where birds choose to live are much… — Natalie Jeremijenko Copy Share Image
“Let your autobiography contain these words; "I was able to think positively, love affectionately and work efficiently". Thinking, loving and working are… — Israelmore Ayivor 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
Everything comes to us that belongs to us if we create the capacity to receive it. Every difficulty slurred over will be… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“We have learned that mother trees recognize and talk with their kin, shaping future generations. In addition, injured trees pass their legacies… — Peter Wohlleben Copy Share Image
“Above his monotonous voice one could hear, now and again, a little wind stray through the drying leaves of the trees. A… — Frederic Manning Copy Share Image
“Everything in the house turned damp; the blue fur of mildew crept furtively over any object left standing for the briefest length… — Anita Desai Copy Share Image
“Listen carefully, for I will recite this only once: There's three parts herb, and two parts tree, a snippet of golden bough,… — Christina Mercer Copy Share Image
We ask the leaf, "Are you complete in yourself?" And the leaf answers, "No, my life is in the branches." We ask… — Harry Emerson Fosdick Copy Share Image
“An alder tree can't become an oak at will. A maple can't pick up its roots like legs, and stride, step by… — Emily Whitman Copy Share Image
“Robert Jordan saw them there on the slope, close to him now, and below he saw the road and the bridge and… — Ernest Hemingway Copy Share Image
I'm one of those people who happen to like trees. I don't know why - I just do. As a kid, I… — Ian Frazier Copy Share Image
Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth,… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
I think of Wangari Mathai in Kenya. If she started out saying she wanted to plant 20 million trees, she would have… — Frances Moore Lappé Copy Share Image
“Away from the Pit, the pine trees reach skyward, their green-needled tops stand perfectly still. Once in a while, they shiver in… — Jesmyn Ward Copy Share Image
There are no medium-sized trees in the deep forest. There are only the towering ones, whose canopy spreads across the sky. Below,… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
“The trees and the muscled mountains are the world – but not the world apart from man – the world and man… — John Steinbeck Copy Share Image
“I don’t know for sure, but I think maybe God was trying to tell me that gentleness begins with strength, quietness with… — Rachel Held Evans Copy Share Image
Nature is impersonal, awe-inspiring, elegant, eternal. It's geometrically perfect. It's tiny and gigantic. You can travel far to be in a beautiful… — Gretchen Rubin Copy Share Image
Embryos turn into babies; buds turn into blossoms; acorns turn into oak trees. The same programming that exists in them exists in… — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
“I have now gone through the Bible, as a man would go through a wood with an axe on his shoulder, and… — Thomas Paine Copy Share Image
“The Gay, the Straight, the Preacher, The privileged, the homeless, the Teacher. They all hear The speaking of the Tree. They hear… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
“Stephen began to dream again. This time he dreamt that hills walked and the sky wept. Trees came and spoke to him… — Susanna Clarke Copy Share Image
