Quote by Julie Anne Long

“I loved this time of night, how everything softened and lost the hard edges of day, and how, if the wind moved just right,…

— Beth Hoffman

“The sweet, heavy scents of the garden’s magnitude of flowers still lingered as they ventured past the row of familiar mighty oaks.”

— Angel Strong

“The mighty oak was once a little nut that stood its ground.”

— Anodea Judith

“Things stood still, not a leaf trembled on the branches, while the sky slowly lost its color and became an expanse that looked like…

— Ayn Rand

“They fluttered and rustled ceaselessly through the air from all the tree-tops and branches. A delicate silvery sound was falling constantly to earth. It…

— Felix Salten

“When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with its fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.”

— Thomas Carlyle

“Here the trees surrounded them with an invisible, anechoic blanket, so that every word seemed sucked into silence the moment it was uttered.”

— Arthur C. Clarke

“The way downhill, into the bottomless incredulity which is despair, was incandescent with flowering chestnut trees.”

— Elizabeth Bowen

“The oak tree is firm and elegant and upright. The weeping willow has allowed the burdens of life to bend it.”

— Panache Desai

“And it came to me that these trees had been hardly smaller when I was yet unborn, and had stood as they stood now…

— Gene Wolfe

“The trees on either side were very tall and thin, like long, skeletal fingers reaching to the sky. The few remaining leaves were still…

— S.J. Bolton