Quotes About Treetops

#1. Each of us needs to withdraw from the cares which will not withdraw from us. We need hours of aimless wandering or spates of time sitting on park benches, observing the mysterious world of ants and the canopy of treetops.

Maya Angelou

#2. I'm flying!
Of course, I'm not flying so much as coasting over the treetops like a hang glider or a freakishly large flying squirrel.

Cynthia Hand

#3. Your eyes are beautiful, he said, and she felt warm suddenly, warm in the sun that dappled through the treetops and rested on them in patches.

Kristin Cashore

#4. And he rose, brontosaurus-like, to his place among the treetops.

Jeffrey Eugenides

#5. I had just got married when I started writing my fourth novel. I'd come back from honeymoon, moved into our first house - a gorgeous little carriage house in London - and made my office on the third floor, overlooking the treetops in North West London.

Jane Green

#6. We went on, cutting through the branches, and it was as if we were swimming through a sea of leaves, with the bushes as waves rising and falling and rising around us, and flinging their green sprays high to the treetops.

Ayn Rand

#7. She told him that from this angle the treetops looked like cauliflower and she had once heard them beckon her to jump, promising her that if she did, they'd bounce her back in the air again. Some days, like today, he was petrified she'd listen to them.

Melina Marchetta

#8. The rules of reason build towers that reach past the treetops. The rules of trust build towers that reach past the stars.

Mary E. Pearson

#9. That's it. Curtains. Off to the races. Treetops. Seashells and balloons.

Al McGuire

#10. Kolya threw his shoes under the bed and went to the window. There was a full moon, light green and ugly, in the sky. It seemed to be hiding behind the treetops, spying. Its light was soft and lifeless, and its rays were tremulous and mesmerizing, as they penetrated through the branches ...

Fyodor Sologub

#11. The sensitive ear of the musician detects a certain musical note in every city which is different from that of another city. He hears in each little brook a new melody, and to him the sound of wind in the treetops of different forests give a varying sound.

Max Heindel

#12. She thought of the things that lovely young women usually think about when they are relaxing in treetops and unhampered by underwear.

Tom Robbins

#13. The wind fights in the treetops; the leaves move in a hundred dialects of green...
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Fredrik Backman

#14. If only we could always say our truths--if we could name the things that haunt us--maybe they could float up from us like the kind of helium that the birds would sip in the treetops. Then they would make us laugh and laugh.

Rita Zoey Chin

#15. When the sun is a bike ride away, I will hear it. It will sound like wind in treetops. I will awaken.

Jerry Spinelli

#16. A gentleman, my Lord Father, is such whether he is on earth or on the treetops

Italo Calvino

#17. Philosophers have argued without a trend toward order; time would lack meaning. The future would be indistinguishable from the past. Sequences of events would be just so many random scenes from a thousand novels. History would be indistinct, like the mist slowly gathered by treetops in evening.

Alan Lightman

#18. But to be part of the treetops and the blueness, invisible
the iridescent darknesses beyond,
silent, listening to
the air becoming no air becoming air again

Frank O'Hara

#19. If I be just a page torn out of a book,
May I sail forever over the oceans blue,
Float over the treetops and the mountains too,
Drift across the valleys and the flowers look,
Until at last, I rest and kiss the morning dew.

Nancy B. Brewer

#20. Over all the mountain tops is peace. In all treetops you perceive scarcely a breath. The little birds in the forest are silent. Wait then; soon, you too, will have peace.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

#21. A sudden wind thrashed the treetops in the garden, sweeping down from the east.

Steven Erikson

#22. If everybody would leave him alone for just a little while, he thought, he
wouldn't cause anybody any more trouble. He would turn to steam and float up among
the treetops.

Kurt Vonnegut

#23. Meng flew low over the darkness of the treetops, thinking of Meabel's silky body, his jealousy like a living entity inside him, swelling with each mortal that fell to his sister's myriad charms - men she had not yet consumed.

Georgina Anne Taylor

#24. Our bird of hope was being denied the altitude it sought, just free enough to fly dangerously close to the reality of the treetops.

Dan Groat

#25. The sky over Patusan was blood-red, immense, streaming like an open vein. An enormous sun nestled crimson amongst the treetops, and the forest below had a black and forbidding face.

Joseph Conrad

#26. another. A single bird flew by at eye level, then shot straight up to the treetops. A grasshopper landed suddenly on my wrist. Creepy magic.

Gillian Flynn

#27. Slowly, like a breeze going through treetops, they doff their hats and bow, and I realize that they are acknowledging me as queen, queen in the place of Margaret of Anjou, Queen of England, the greatest woman in the realm, and nothing in my life will ever be the same again. I

Philippa Gregory

#28. Mankind is supposed to have evolved in the treetops. But I have examined my sense of balance, the prehensility of my various appendages, and my attitude toward standing on anything higher
than, say, political principles, and I have concluded that, personally, I evolved in the backseat of a car.

P. J. O'Rourke

#29. How quiet the woods are today... not a murmur except that soft wind putting in the treetops! It sounds like surf on a faraway shore. How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I love every one of you as a friend!

L.M. Montgomery

#30. never seen real darkness, not in the city, but how, if you stood peeing off the cabin porch on a moonless night, or took a walk through the woods where the treetops stitched out the stars, you could almost forget you were there, you felt invisible. Country dark, his mother called it.

Tom Franklin

#31. In a shadowy place something white flew up. It was a heron, and it went away over the dark treetops. William Wallace followed it with his eyes and Brucie clapped his hands, but Virgil gave a sigh, as if he knew that when you go looking for what is lost, everything is a sign.
("The Wide Net")

Eudora Welty