Gardening Quote by Jeff Wheeler

You can't write poems about trees when the woods are full of policemen.

— Bertolt Brecht

What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out…

— Thomas Bailey Aldrich

I hear hundreds of years of life. I hear wind and rain and fire and beetles. I hear the seasons changing and birds and…

— Garth Stein

Woods are not like other spaces. To begin with, they are cubic. Their trees surround you, loom over you, press in from all sides.…

— Bill Bryson

Growing up in the Pacific Northwest as a young girl, whenever I felt emotionally overwhelmed, I would take a walk in the woods. Being…

— Brenda Strong

But days even earlier than these, in April, have a charm, — even days that seem raw and rainy, when the sky is dull…

— Thomas Wentworth Higginson

Many savage nations worship trees, and I really think my first feeling would be one of delight and interest rather than of surprise, if…

— John Lubbock

The trees grew too thickly, and their trunks were too big for any healthy New England wood. There was too much silence in the…

— H. P. Lovecraft

When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do…

— Anonymous

“Only birds and the chittering and rustling of small animals sounded as I entered the still green western forest. I'd never ridden through these…

— Sarah J. Maas

Look for a tree stump in the woods. Compare it to love.

— Colette Inez

I saw a tree fall in the woods, and I didn't hear it.

— Steven Wright

He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where…

— Charles Dickens

All the earth is at rest and is quiet: they are bursting into song. Even the trees of the wood are glad over you,…

— Isaiah

Fortunately, like most children, I had learned what is most valuable, most indispensable for life before school years began, taught by apple trees, by…

— Hermann Hesse