Screaming Trees Quotes

#1. Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.

Julie Kagawa

#2. If trees could scream, would we be so cavalier about cutting them down? We might, if they screamed all the time, for no good reason.

Jack Handy

#3. It was one of those winter days that suddenly dream of spring, when the sky is blue and soft and clear, and the wind has dropped its voice and whispers instead of screaming, and the sun is out and the trees look surprised, and over everything there is the faintest, palest tint of green.

Shirley Jackson

#4. We are all one tiny truth from screaming madly at the sky and walking home mumbling about trees.

Alexx Bollen

#5. Lovers re-create the world.

Carter Heyward

#6. It's interesting, isn't it? ... the chandelier ... it reminds me of mushroom soup.

Tennessee Williams

#7. [Roland] jerked back too fast to see, and his fist was suddenly connecting with my chin. I didn't pass out, but my body went limp. Part of me was screaming silently. The other part was saying, 'Oh, what pretty trees.

Laurell K. Hamilton

#8. Life isn't about tomorrow ~ Life is about today

Beverly Preston

#9. People who have no idea it's me when they first see me playing something, and later they realize, 'That's her from whatever it is,' it's a great compliment that they can forget.

Linda Cardellini

#10. The waiter was a kind of surrogate uncle or grandfather for the duration of the meal; he paradoxically made you feel at home by treating you with undisguised contempt.

Ted Merwin

#11. You, sir, are a twat.

John Goode

#12. Email is having an increasingly pernicious effect. Not only is it having a perceptible effect on productivity, it's skewing what it is we focus on. The immediate increasingly crowds out the important.

Noreena Hertz

#13. There are times I feel like I'm the kid screaming at the bottom of the well, and my dog runs off to pee on trees instead of getting help.

Neal Shusterman

#14. O Dionysus, we feel you near,
stirring like molten lava
under the ravaged earth,
flowing from the wounds of your trees
in tears of sap,
screaming with the rage
of your hunted beasts.

Euripides

#15. How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.

Kellie Elmore