I have sometimes thought that the reason the trees are so quiet in the summer is that they are in a sort of ecstasy; it is in winter, when the biologists tell us they sleep,...

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...

Do jungle animals understand the true nature of the trees among which they have their daily being? In the parent-forest, amid those mighty trunks, we shelter and play; but whether the trees are healthy or...

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

Jaime had never realised that trees made a sound when they grew, and no-one else had realised it either, because the sound is made over hundreds of years in waves of twenty-four hours from peak...

Trees surrounded them from all sides, casting long inky shadows that would, at another time, have been scary. But there was no point in being scared of what might be lurking in the shadows when...

Trees’re always a relief, after people.

I am at home among trees.

I like horse farms. I like the idea of animals growing on trees.

A Dream of Fear”)

The forest is only waiting for their signal to start trembling, hissing, and roaring from its depths. An enormous, love-maddened, unlighted railway station, full to bursting. Whole trees bristling with living noise makers, mutilated erections,...

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

We’re merely one tree with various types, shapes and sizes of leaves that all wave differently in the breeze

Trees, how many of ’em do we need to look at?

The actor should not play a part. Like the Aeolian harps that used to be hung in the trees to be played only by the breeze, the actor should be an instrument played upon by...

For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They...

Thoughts are roots; Words are leaves; Actions are fruits! Every success tree has all working normally!

The planting of a tree, especially one of the long-living hardwood trees, is a gift which you can make to posterity at almost no cost and with almost no trouble, and if the tree takes...

Weeping willows always remind me of summer. And sadness. Please stop crying sweet tree.

It might be the trees.

LONG LIVE…This country is but a wish of the spirit, a counter-sepulcher.In my country, tender proofs of spring and badly dressed birds are preferred to far-off goals.Truth waits for dawn beside a candle. Window glass...

They’re only trees. Only trees. Whose afraid of lonely trees?

To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.

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.