“At times I feel as if I am spread out over the landscape and inside things, and am myself living in every… — Carl G. Jung Copy Share Image
There's the tree with the branches that everyone sees, and then there's the upside-down root tree, growing the opposite way. So Earth… — Gabrielle Zevin Copy Share Image
“He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by… — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
A wise man can do no better than to turn from the churches and look up through the airy majesty of the… — Llewelyn Powys Copy Share Image
Close to the Gates a spacious Garden lies, From the Storms defended and inclement Skies; Four Acres was the allotted Space of… — Homer Copy Share Image
Sometimes the valley below is like a bowl filled up with fog. I can see hard green figs on two trees and… — Frances Mayes Copy Share Image
Car love is the sound of a throaty V-8 rumbling and revving, the acceleration throwing you back in the seat - especially… — John Lasseter Copy Share Image
“The picnic table in the photo was an old door set up on sawhorses, and the seats were old tree stumps, or… — Sarah Addison Allen 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
“The air was dank and stale. A high breeze danced among the treetops and caused the leaves to chuckle and the branches… — L.F. Falconer Copy Share Image
“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
“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
“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
“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
“The mountain trees that grew between the pines were a brilliant blaze of fall colors, like fire against the emerald green of… — V.C. Andrews Copy Share Image
“More surprising, perhaps, was that I began to understand something important about humans and trees at that moment. I began to understand… — M.O. Walsh Copy Share Image
“I Am Vertical But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
My father died beside trees on iron rails... He had 77 dollars on him at the time, and we used the money… — Miriam Toews Copy Share Image
“Behind a barbed-wire fence, a dirt road disappears into the distance in the pine trees and corners. Lost, dead roads, no ends… — Tim Gilmore This Kind of City Ghost stories and psychological landscapes Copy Share Image
“O trees of life, O when are you wintering? We are not unified. We have no instincts like those of migratory birds.… — Rainer Maria Rilke Copy Share Image
You took a walk on a Sunday afternoon and came to a nice neighborhood, very refined. You saw a small one of… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
“[But] just as unseen worlds unfold to those who read a book, so worlds hidden to hurried sight unfold to those who… — Priscilla Stuckey Copy Share Image
“Weave for the mighty chestnut A tributary crown Of autumn leaves, the brightest then When autumn leaves are brown Hang up his… — Charles Hatton Secretariat Copy Share Image
“I sit down by the river. Its incessant flow has polished the rocks carried from the top of the mountain. The aqueous… — Gabrielle Dubois Copy Share Image
“What happens to the leaves after they turn red and golden and fall away? What happens to the singing birds when they… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
“It still feels weird to spend money on Christmas trees. Back when Mom was alive, we’d go out “tree hunting.” That’s what… — Jenny Han Copy Share Image
“The moon rises. The red cubs rolling In the ferns by the rotten oak Stare over a marsh and a meadow To… — Randall Jarrell Copy Share Image
No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and… — Betty Smith Copy Share Image
“...you'd be surprised how many people violate this simple principle every day of their lives and try to fit square pegs into… — Benjamin Hoff Copy Share Image
“Do not rush to judge someone unless his/her fruits reveal the truth. However, don't forget; mostly, it's not the fault of the… — Israelmore Ayivor Copy Share Image
I get this anxiety in cities and places like that. When you grow up in kind of a small town and when… — Daniel Bryan Copy Share Image
“Behind her the sun was still shining, so that every grove and every single tree between her and the storm blazed ardent… — Philip Pullman Copy Share Image
“squirrel is in a pine tree, when all of a sudden, it starts shaking. He looks down, and sees an elephant climbing… — Adrian McKinty Copy Share Image
“The blue light of the rising moon fell on the rocks and the scant forest of the taiga, revealing each projecting rock,… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
“I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about… — John Muir Copy Share Image
I grew up in Colorado going snowboarding and horseback riding, hiking, mountain biking, climbing trees, being barefoot, swimming in the pond. I… — Taylor Hill Copy Share Image
The world is wide. No two days are alike, nor even two hours, neither were there ever two leaves of a tree… — John Constable Copy Share Image
“Briers do not become flowers when there is no danger present. While the forest has flowering plants, it also has trees and… — Andrew St. Cyr Copy Share Image
“(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree… — E.E. Cummings Copy Share Image
“Pedaling down the maple lined drive, quicksilver temper ebbed, her resilient spirits were lifted with the beauty of the day. The valley… — Nora Roberts Copy Share Image