Trees Quotes

Trees Quote of the day

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.

Ever eat a pine tree? Many parts are edible.

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

The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.

In nature, nothing is perfect and everything is perfect. Trees can be contorted, bent in weird ways, and they're still beautiful.

Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.

Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.

Being a woman has only bothered me in climbing trees.

Let us learn to appreciate there will be times when the trees will be bare, and look forward to the time when we may pick the fruit.

Many parts of a pine tree are edible.

A man has made at least a start on discovering the meaning of human life when he plants shade trees under which he knows full well he will never sit.

Nothing has ever been said about God that hasn't already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

The silencing of the rainforests is a double deforestation, not only of trees but a deforestation of the mind's music, medicine and knowledge.

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

The trees in Siberia are miles apart, that is why the dogs are so fast.

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

In a forest of a hundred thousand trees, no two leaves are alike. And no two journeys along the same path are alike.

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

I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.

The wall is silence, the grass is sleep, Tall trees of peace their vigil keep, And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled. Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.

My main ambition as a gardener is to water my orange trees with gin, then all I have to do is squeeze the juice into a glass.

I lived an idyllic 'Huckleberry Finn' life in a tiny town. Climbing trees. Tagging after brothers. Happy. Barefoot on my pony. It was 'To Kill a Mockingbird'-esque.

Trees are poems that the earth writes upon the sky.

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

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

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.

Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

Musclemen grow on trees. They can tense their muscles and look good in a mirror. So what? I'm interested in practical strength that's going to help me run, jump, twist, punch.

I wear myself out trying to render the orange trees so that they're not stiff but like those I saw by Botticelli in Florence. It's a dream that won't come true.

The dance of the palm trees, the oceans calling, the first rays of sun and heaven is here.

If you would know strength and patience, welcome the company of trees.

Solitary trees, if they grow at all, grow strong.

When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me

Only bad golfers are lucky. They're the ones bouncing balls off trees, curbs, turtles and cars. Good golfers have bad luck. When you hit the ball straight, a funny bounce is bound to be unlucky.

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.

Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts . . .

Some beach, somewhere. There's a big umbrella casting shade over an empty chair. Palm trees are growin' and a warm breeze a blowing. I picture myself right there, on some beach, somewhere.

It will never rain roses: when we want to have more roses we must plant more trees.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

The first rule of hurricane coverage is that every broadcast must begin with palm trees bending in the wind.

I am a veteran of the War on Christmas. I am just emerging from a battlefield strewn with dead trees and torn shreds of brightly colored wrapping paper.

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.

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.

Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.

Over and over, we begin again.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

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.

I'm a sucker for turquoise sea, white beaches and palm trees. I've been to the tropics every year since I could afford it. It's the perfect place to unwind. I can chill out, read, do a bit of yoga.