People discuss the importance of choosing the right city to live in, but it’s even more granular than that: choose the right neighborhood. In my case, I didn’t appreciate how much living in a walkable...

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

Great songs don’t grow on trees, yet lots of songs have been written on great trees

What Do the Trees Know?What do the trees know? To bend when all the wild winds blow. Roots are deep and time is slow. All we grasp we must let go.What do the trees know?...

Haunted trees covered behind the curtains of their own leaves stare at the dark from the fringe of streets.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

I’m planting a tree to teach me to gather strength from my deepest roots.

We need to save the forests. I have a big warehouse we can store them in.

Soon the maroon-throated howls would echo back from the other trees, father down the beach, until the whole jungle filled with roaring trees. As it was in the beginning, so it is every morning of...

What we are doing to the forests of the world is but a mirror reflection of what we are doing to ourselves and to one another.

After a long day of screaming at the trees, I smell like a skyscraper. Would you care to ride on my elevator shaft?

If love played an instrument, I’ll bet it would be the piano. 88 keys, double infinity, and the ability to chop down trees with a sharpened mustache.

The tree was so old, and stood there so alone, that his childish heart had been filled with compassion; if no one else on the farm gave it a thought, he would at least do...

God gives urge, urge gives pleasure, pleasure gives pains, pains gives fruits, fruits gives trees, trees die and go to hell!

It is unclear how much longer people will write on dried and flattened wood. Trees do so much for humans and for our planet that it hardly seems fair to ask them to carry our...

In a designed economy there would be no trees, or certainly no very tall trees: no forests, no canopy. Trees are a waste. Trees are extravagant. Tree trunks are standing monuments to futile competition –...

Quick, someone’s coming! Look real!

Don’t be ashamed to weep; ’tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time,...

Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.

decorating” my ex girlfriend’s front yard.

I like hunting trees, because they don’t run away. I call it hunting, but others might call it farming.

Here is Menard’s own intimate forest: ‘Now I am traversed by bridle paths, under the seal of sun and shade…I live in great density…Shelter lures me. I slump down into the thick foliage…In the forest,...

Trees are as close to immortality as the rest of us ever come.

Here I find the true nature of the tree – not in the bulk of its shape but in the way its form alters my vision of the world.

I’m such a fan of nature, and being with the trees every day fills me with joy.

Trees lose their leaves in blizzards like these.

Love is like encountering a forest and having to chop down every tree but one. Oh, and you have to chop down each tree by hugging it until it falls.

Let your autobiography contain these words; “I was able to think positively, love affectionately and work efficiently”. Thinking, loving and working are what make us different from animals and trees.

When all the birds and all the fish join forces, the politicians will be forced to chew on and swallow their own slimy, wormlike words. But until the time that the sky and the sea...

Your growing antlers,’ Bambi continued, ‘are proof of your intimate place in the forest, for of all the things that live and grow only the trees and the deer shed their foliage each year and...

Maybe that is the one real division between men: wood men and desert men.

…freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin – inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night…

Look: the trees exist; the houseswe dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only wepass by it all, like a rush of air.And everything conspires to keep quiet about us,half out of shame perhaps, half out of...

To be without trees would, in the most literal way, to be without our roots.

Trees are corrupting our parks. They should be arrested for loitering. For deciduous trees, add littering and indecent exposure to that list of offenses.

And God said, Behold, I have given you every herb bearing seed, which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree, in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed;...

Can the government grow the economy like a farmer grows an erection, or a male porn star grows a tree?

Whole trees are good fishing nets. I fish like I farm.

Deciduous trees are trees that can’t decide what outfit to wear, so they change three times a year.

Two TreesA portion of your soul has beenentwined with mineA gentle kind of togetherness, whileseparately we stand.As two trees deeply rooted inseparate plots of ground,While their topmost branchescome together,Forming a miracle of laceagainst the heavens.

If we hadn’t our bewitching autumn foliage, we should still have to credit the weather with one feature which compensates for all its bullying vagaries-the ice storm: when a leafless tree is clothed with ice...

Nothing but trees.

A people without children would face a hopeless future; a country without trees is almost as helpless.

trees [-] Inside their wooden samurai armor they are geisha beauties, each one a ‘person-of-the-arts,’ limbs dancing, arranging flowers, carrying the wind’s music, the calligraphy of their roots pure poetry, rhyming earth and berth.

On increasingly warm nice days I liked to sit toward noon on the bench encircling the cherry tree and look at the bare trees, the freshly plowed fields, the green strips of winter planting, the...

The image of a wood has appeared often enough in English verse. It has indeed appeared so often that it has gathered a good deal of verse into itself; so that it has become a...

The difficulty with this conversation is that it’s very different from most of the ones I’ve had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.

I’ll start a threesome factory that also makes sex trees. How else am I supposed to grow coffee?

Rilke wrote: ‘These trees are magnificent, but even more magnificent is the sublime and moving space between them, as though with their growth it too increased.

I wish the trees would go into leaf that I might find out what they are. In their present undress I cannot recognise them. It’s true that I doubt if I should know my best...