The Trees Quotes

#1. Listen. The trees in this story are stirring, trembling, readjusting themselves. A breeze is coming in gusts off the sea, and it is almost as if the trees know, in their restlessness, in their head-tossing impatience, that something is about to happen.

Maggie O'Farrell

#2. A hidden gem of knowledge awaits.."
"in the trees of wisdom where He mandates."
"the right to read the tomes of our people ... "
"to find your answers on defeating the evil.

Candace Knoebel

#3. There's a realm above the trees
Where the lost are finally found
Touch your feathers to the breeze
And leave the ground.

Owl City

#4. The trees were his chapel and the hillsides his cathedral.

Aleksandra Layland

#5. We don't want to focus on the trees (or their leaves) at the expense of the forest.

Douglas R. Hofstadter

#6. A name that brings a taste of sunshine, and of sunshine raising mist from the trees, and of mist reaching toward the sky.

Lauren Oliver

#7. Only the trees, only the trees. Like a key they see beyond the mystery, waiting patiently ever holding me while I hold the sky.

Stasia Bliss

#8. In Seattle we live among the trees and the waterways, and we feel we are rocked gently in the cradle of life. Our winters are not cold and our summers are not hot and we congratulate ourselves for choosing such a spectacular place to rest our heads.

Garth Stein

#9. By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.

Thomas Merton

#10. I have been to Canada several times. It was autumn when I visited Vancouver, and I will always remember the colour of the trees in British Columbia were stunning.

Natalie Dormer

#11. There was no sound but the murmur of nasty little stinging insects, the occasional crack of a falling branch, and the whispering of the trees discussing religion and the trouble with squirrels. Rincewind

Terry Pratchett

#12. Something looks back from the trees,
and knows me for who I am.

Jane Hirshfield

#13. Jemmy won't get to go to Disneyland - but he'll have that. A family that laughs - and millions of little lights in the trees.

Diana Gabaldon

#14. The trees are in misery, and the birds are in misery. I don't think they sing. They just screech in pain. ... Taking a close look at what's around us, there is some sort of harmony: it's the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder.

Werner Herzog

#15. Do you know how when you're moving really fast in a car, and you're looking at the road, you get sick, but if you look at the trees you're fine? She's my trees, man.

Rebecca Timberlake

#16. And because I was competing for world's biggest dumbass, I stayed out there, in the trees, stomach grumbling like a damn engine, and helped her carry in box after box without her even knowing.

Jennifer L. Armentrout

#17. But the trees were gorgeous in their autumnal leafiness - the warm odours of flowers and herb came sweet upon the sense.

Elizabeth Gaskell

#18. I can't see the forest through the trees, except the trees are people.

Sloane Crosley

#19. I stared at the changing patterns on the back of his white shirt as he moved under the trees.

Patricia Duncker

#20. Or thou might'st better listen to the wind, Whose language is to thee a barren noise, Though it blows legend-laden through the trees.

John Keats

#21. Manicured grounds of well-hidden mansions. At any other time Doug would have been slowing the car, peering through the trees, on the lookout for interesting old architecture. Because Douglas Llewellyn was an architect, the senior partner

Kasey Michaels

#22. I can never get over when you're on the beach how beautiful the sand looks and the water washes it away and straightens it up and the trees and the grass all look great. I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want to own.

Andy Warhol

#23. The noise of the trees, the breaking of moon into silver fish bouncing off the leaves of asters outside.

Michael Ondaatje

#24. She walked home through the darkening glade, singing of the stars; and the trees stood still and listened to her, and the mountains were glad.

Ruskin Bond

#25. My love for her is so great, that if all the leaves on all the trees were tongues, they could not declare it.

Jacob Grimm

#26. In Kenya you've got the great birds and monkeys leaping through the trees overhead. It's a chance to remember what the world is really like.

Joanna Lumley

#27. Greenpeace protesters who lived on the trees right above the planned radar location (Google Maps) and who eat environmentally friendly roots, insect, excrements, and dirt.

Lubos Motl

#28. As the woods are the same, the trees standing in their places, the rocks and the earth ... they are always different too, as lights and shadows and seasons and moods pass through them.

Emily Carr

#29. It was a fine country, or would be, different from any she had known. But if it was the promised land, it was not because of the trees or climate, but because, just getting here, they'd found something new inside themselves.

Karen Fisher

#30. It may be worth noticing as a curious circumstance, when persons past forty before they were at all acquainted form together a very close intimacy of friendship. For grafts of old wood to take, there must be a wonderful congeniality between the trees.

Richard Whately

#31. Leslie named their secret land "Terabithia," and she loaned Jess all of her books about Narnia, so he would know how things went in a magic kingdom - how the animals and the trees must be protected and how a ruler must behave.

Katherine Paterson

#32. Time only changes the outside of things. It scars the rocks and snarls the trees, but the heart inside remains the same." - Charles M. Russell

Russell Rowland

#33. The rain swirls over the trees and roofs of the town, and the parched earth soaks it up, exuding a fragrance that comes only once in a year, the fragrance of quenched earth, the most exhilarating of all smells.

Ruskin Bond

#34. Hope is the moonlight filtering through the trees,
Hope is the silent prayer that we make in distress,
Hope is the promise that we make to ourselves,
Hope is the happiness that we visualize,
Hope is the horizon that we reach, if we try!

Balroop Singh

#35. There's nothing worse for a forest than to have all the trees be the same

Ken Kesey

#36. At night the bats will beat on the trees, knowing it all, seeing what they sensed all day....

Anne Sexton

#37. I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.

Henry David Thoreau

#38. There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who standing looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

Led Zeppelin

#39. It is not our job to remain whole.
We came to lose our leaves
Like the trees, and be born again,
Drawing up from the great roots.

Robert Bly

#40. A fresh breeze danced lightly through the trees, and the odd sensation that all the buildings were quietly humming

Douglas Adams

#41. The trees show definitions of themselves subtly like the face of a man.

Daniel J. Rice

#42. My grandfather was a giant of a man ... When he walked, the earth shook. When he laughed, the birds fell out of the trees. His hair caught fire from the sun. His eyes were patches of sky.

Eth Clifford

#43. Woodget glanced into the dim shadows behind the trees. "What you be hiding fer?" he called.
"On such a night as this even the greatest may hide and not be ashamed," came the response.

Robin Jarvis

#44. He begins to notice that he has been turned out of the silent company of the trees, the animals, the stars, and the unconscious life.

Erich Maria Remarque

#45. You are immortal; you've existed for billions of years in different manifestations, because you are Life, and Life cannot die. You are in the trees, the butterflies, the fish, the air, the moon, the sun. Wherever you go, you are there, waiting for yourself.

Miguel Ruiz

#46. I didn't jump a lot of trees because I didn't like heights. I liked getting a mirror and walking around with it facing the sky. I'd imagine I was walking in the tops of the trees and falling into the sky, or walking up the stairs whilst going down.

Beth Orton

#47. If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write

Munia Khan

#48. Theory-the seeing of patterns, showing the forest as well as the trees

Adrienne Rich

#49. . . .our whispered words, faintly in the darkness, dissolving
within the trees - then, fleeting words of consolation
would not suffice if feigned, and flippant words
confessed reluctance - our words
were meaningless uttered on the wind. . .

John Daniel Thieme

#50. In the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.

Markus Zusak

#51. And if all the trees on earth were pens and the ocean [were ink], with seven
oceans behind it to add to its [supply], yet would not the words of Allah be
exhausted [in the writing]: for Allah is Exalted in Power, full of Wisdom.

Anonymous

#52. That should have been my strategy! By the time I've worked through the emotions of surprise, admiration, anger, jealousy, and frustration, I'm watching that reddish mane of hair disappear into the trees well out of shooting range.

Suzanne Collins

#53. He followed it down, in full flight now, the trees beginning to close him in, malign and baleful shapes that reared like enormous androids provoked at the alien insubstantiality of this flesh colliding among them.

Cormac McCarthy

#54. The wind went mute and the trees in the forest stood still. It was time for the last tale.

Lawren Leo

#55. She ran up the hill toward the woods. The moon watched her every step, bathing her in silver suspicion. She ignored it for now. The trees swallowed her up, hiding her

Edward W. Robertson

#56. Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality.

John Muir

#57. My soul was like a summer evening, after a heavy fall of rain, when the drops are yet glistening on the trees in the last rays of the down-going sun, and the wind of the twilight has begun to blow.

George MacDonald

#58. The first light on the roof outside; very early morning. The leaves on all the trees tremble with a soft awakening to any breeze the dawn may offer.

Ray Bradbury

#59. For her it had always been easy to apologize. It was simple to admit her mistakes because otherwise they seemed to lie across her lap paralyzing her until she said those two words. Then her blunder flew away to the trees where all wrong deeds lived after being made right.

Sarah Noffke

#60. When I was four, I was a kind of sky worshipper. I would look at the sky, and I wanted to evaporate into the sky - I loved the sky. I loved looking at the trees, just because they touched the sky.

Laurie Anderson

#61. On the trees were no longer only leaves but brown fruits, on the bushes no longer blossoms but clusters of red berries. And the wind had a rough manliness in its voice - the tone not of a lover but of a husband.

Matthew Pearl

#62. A log cabin symbolized the embrace between civilization and nature, humans literally wrapping the trees around them as they might draw on a coat and hat.

Gene Logsdon

#63. It was the day without a yesterday, and the world was so new the paint was still wet on the flowers, the meadows were wrapped up in a glossy cellophane of dew, and freshly budded leaves dangled like shiny price-tags from the trees.

Jaxy Mono

#64. We exhale together, then inhale together, exhale, inhale, in and out, out and in, until not even the trees remember what happened in the woods yesterday, until Mom's and Dad's voices turn from mad to music, until we're not only one age, but one complete and whole person.

Jandy Nelson

#65. In the infinitesimal glow of the stars,
the trees and flowers were strewing
their cool odos. There was no moon.

Sylvia Plath

#66. There, alone among the trees with the sound of the stream moving, Keirah and Kathel felt the heat of desire flicker between them. The warmth of the moment shared caused them both to still their thoughts and momentarily forget their speech.

Madison Thorne Grey

#67. The more I think about it, the more there is to be said for the sloth. He sleeps fifteen to eighteen hours a day and is known to have taken forty-eight days to travel four miles. He hangs in the trees after he's dead. But he lives longer than the cheetah.

Erma Bombeck

#68. He had to get inside. It was essential that he know everything, the routes she took, her schedule, and the lay of the land.
The silver moon glowed overhead, mocking him. Somewhere in the trees an owl hooted its laughter at his failure.
Randy
from Spring Cleaning
Coming Summer 2012

Brandi Salazar

#69. Trees salute the sunset, the sunset salutes the trees and we salute both of them!

Mehmet Murat Ildan

#70. Get up, and set your shoulder to the wheel - How long is this life for? As you have come into this world, leave some mark behind. Otherwise, where is the difference between you and the trees and stones? They too come into existence, decay and die.

Swami Vivekananda

#71. All melodious poets shall be hoarse as street ballads, when once the penetrating keynote of nature and spirit is sounded-the earth-beat, sea-beat, heart-beat, which make the tune to which the sun rolls, and the globule of blood and the sap of the trees.

Charles Ives

#72. I assure you, if Uncle Henry had stepped out from among the trees in a little copse which borders the path at one place, carrying his head under his arm, I should have been very little more uncomfortable than I was. To tell you the truth, I was rather expecting something of the kind.

M.R. James

#73. All the trees, with all their laden branches; all the shrubs, and ferns, and grasses; the message-carrying air; all these unceasingly were active.

Herman Melville

#74. I met someone.' And the leaves fell from the trees, landing to float in the calm black waters.

Leslye Walton

#75. I take my hands off the break and let go. The trees and the fences mess together and the concrete could be the sky and the sky could be the concrete and the factories spread out before me like a light-scattered dream.

Cath Crowley

#76. They are gone now. Fled, banished in death or exile, lost, undone. Over the land sun and wind still move to burn and sway the trees, the grasses. No avatar, no scion, no vestige of that people remains. On the lips of the strange race that now dwells there their names are myth, legend, dust.

Cormac McCarthy

#77. They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.

Joni Mitchell

#78. The quiet troubling of the river, and the clean, washed stones, and the green all about, and the trees trying to drown their shadows, and the mountain going up and up behind, there is beautiful it was.

Richard Llewellyn

#79. When I went to Catholic high school in Philadelphia, we just had one coach for football and basketball. He took all of us who turned out and had us run through a forest. The ones who ran into the trees were on the football team.

George Raveling

#80. the trees began to form

Jan Karon

#81. Light staggers through the trees.
Every moment is filled with other moments.

Richard Jackson

#82. The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.

John The Apostle

#83. When the axe entered the forest, the trees said to each other: do not worry, the handle in that axe is one of us.

Amish Tripathi

#84. The problem was that such simple, ordinary bliss seldom formed memories. It was too smooth and silken to adhere. It was the bad stuff, ragged and uneven, that caught, like all those plastic grocery bags stuck in the trees of Baltimore.

Laura Lippman

#85. He's in the mold of a Tom Watson, in that he'll hit the ball in the trees and undaunted go it there, flail it out and make something out of it.

Gary McCord

#86. May the trees continue to thrive and flourish on this earth, filling our hearts with joy and inspiration.

Stephanie Kaza

#87. Between the trees, on gentle and too cleverly irregular slopes of sweet green grass, the bright umbrellas shaded the hotel's guests from the unfaltering radiance of the Lado-Acheson sun.

William Gibson

#88. Oh, Ma, you're looking at all the trees, and I'm not even in the forest.

Elizabeth Wurtzel

#89. You like it under the trees in autumn, because everything is half dead. The wind moves like a cripple among the leaves and repeats words without menaing.

Wallace Stevens

#90. If you reveal your secrets to the wind,
you should not blame the wind for
revealing them to the trees.

Kahlil Gibran

#91. I stared at the enormous homes, the landscaping and flower beds immaculate. It was as if dollar bills, instead of leaves, hung from the trees.

Ruta Sepetys

#92. Wait, wait," Gaius cut in, his grin mischievous. "Before we go any further. I must make introductions. Keita, this is Kachka Shestakova of the - "
"Do not," the She-dragon roared, startling the birds from the trees, and the men training nearby, "again bore me with those ridiculously long names!

G.A. Aiken

#93. Inside the woods is an abandoned hotel.
Trees grow in the lobby
and up through the rooms.
Limbs jut out through the windows.
It looks like outside
inside.
I climb the trees
through 1000 rooms.
I look for you
in each of them.
You're a long shiny line.

Zachary Schomburg

#94. Happy will be the men who, having the power and the love and the benevolent forecast to [create a park], will do it. They will not be forgotten. The trees and their lovers will sing their praises, and generations yet unborn will rise up and call them blessed.

John Muir

#95. My vanity was flattered by having been mistaken for our revered sovereign. I ordered a banquet to be got ready for the following evening, under the trees before my house, and invited the whole town.

Adelbert Von Chamisso

#96. A painting is more than the sum of its parts,' he would tell me, and then go on to explain how the cow by itself is just a cow, and the meadow by itself is just grass and flowers, and the sun peeking through the trees is just a beam of light, but put them all together and you've got magic.

Wendelin Van Draanen

#97. Day - the moon was so bright - and cold and kind of windy; a lot of tumbleweed blowing about. But that's all I saw. Only now when I think back, I think somebody must have been hiding there. Maybe down among the trees. Somebody just waiting for me to leave.

Truman Capote

#98. What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whit-
man, for I walked down the sidestreets under the trees
with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon.
In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images,
I went into the neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of
your enumerations!

Allen Ginsberg

#99. If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me.. For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.

Rumi

#100. All month the ice muttered and howled and whistled. The trees echoed back and forth among themselves. Taken collectively, the sound was of deep wounding, of winter inexorably taking the life out of things.

Anthony Doerr