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.

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

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

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

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?...

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

You’ve got nothing that lasts, you know. That’s not the first town that ever stood there. There was one before that, and one before that, and one before that one, on back for 900 years....

Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no...

The road simply ended. No cul-de-sac. No sign like the ones they had seen before: “Private Property. No Trespassing.” Or “No Motorized Vehicles Beyond This Point.” Just road…then trees.

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn

At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the...

All forests are one… They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began.

I hear hundreds of years of life. I hear wind and rain and fire and beetles. I hear the seasons changing and birds and squirrels. I hear the life of the trees this wood came...

I’m like a tree frog when it comes to birthdays. Basically, my thoughts on birthdays can be summed up in two words: tree and frog.

If Twinkies grew on trees, as nature intended, then I would like to irrigate your fertile valley. When we make love, bring your own knitting equipment.

Every mind should reflect to touch the green of life through trees.

A person does not grow from the ground like a vine or a tree, one is not part of a plot of land. Mankind has legs so it can wander.

In a cool solitude of treesWhere leaves and birds a music spin,Mind that was weary is at ease,New rhythms in the soul begin.

As the trees turned red, then white, then naked as pitchforks, Margot and Xiao Chen immersed themselves in several forests’ worth of pages, and I watched, tortured, as brick after brick of a new development...

On the environmental front there’s concern about global warming and high levels of carbon dioxide, and trees take in CO2 and store carbon.

I thought all the trees were whispering to each other, passing news and plots along in an unintelligible language; and the branches swayed and groped without any wind. They do say the trees do actually...

If I were an alcoholic, I’d work at a wine farm, where grape booze grows on trees, bottled and ready to chug.

My love is shaped like a dog whistle—the sound, not the thing. As a lover, I’m a fighter. But dogs have more bark than me—and so do trees.

There are rich counsels in the trees.

If I were a tree, I would have no reason to love a human.

Why pay money for the horror movies? Just go to a street without trees!

…trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children’s...

The infinitesimal seedlings became a forest of trees that grew courteously, correcting the distances between themselves as they shaped themselves to the promptings of available light and moisture, tempering the climate and the temperaments of...

I think people who don’t know the woods very well sometimes imagine it as a kind of undifferentiated mass of greenery, an endless continuation of the wall of trees they see lining the road. And...

I was used to heat but this place was so dry the trees were bribing the dogs.

If you really want to eat, keep climbing. The fruits are on the top of the tree. Stretch your hands and keep stretching them. Success is on the top, keep going.

Mothman flew away from town, like a giant bat, and then disappeared from sight behind a thicket of skeletal autumn trees.

Trees were made of vibrant green leaves sitting on the shoulders of shy green leaves too embarrassed to show themselves.

Don’t show your inferiority by climbing a stunted tree, show your superiority by climbing the longest and crooked one.

Do you believe in God, Martin?’And he answered, ‘Yes, because of His trees. Don’t you?”I’m not sure…”Oh, my poor, blind Stephen! Look again, go on looking until you do believe.

to be still in the darkness to celebrate the lack of lightto see beauty where the patterns are stern gray austere still lifesthis is the quest for those who slumber beneath the dreaming treewaiting, waiting,...

There were two forests for every one you entered. There was the one you walked in, the physical echo, and then there was the one that was connected to all the other forests, with no...

Half man, half tree, I have patience—and leaves. Forest fires make me sweat. Let’s go for a walk. You’ll have to push me in a wheelbarrow.

I hear phonetically on the phone. Toiletries sounds like toilet trees to me.

To be poor and be without trees, is to be the most starved human being in the world. To be poor and have trees, is to be completely rich in ways that money can never...

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

On the screen I saw tanks rolling through dusty streets, and fallen buildings, and forests of unfamiliar trees into which East Pakistani refugees had fled, seeking safety over the Indian border.

Her bedroom window overlooked the garden, and now and then, usually when she was “having a bad spell,” Mr. Helm had seen her stand long hours gazing into the garden, as though what she saw...

you wereand always will bethat first ever touchto have fertilizedthe groundbeneath my life’s treesthat first ever roseto have fragrancedthe rest of my memories.

There’s always books. And the wind through trees.

Trees are the earth’s example of beauty, duty, wisdom and happiness.

I love the sound of the trees in the breeze. If the forest is so clearly musical, why can’t it play the guitar while I sing Nirvana covers?

In November, the trees are standing all sticks and bones. Without their leaves, how lovely they are, spreading their arms like dancers. They know it is time to be still.

If the tree doesn’t hug you back, it’s not a problem with the tree, it’s a problem with your heart.