What a world we are living in.Their is rain for rain, light for light and trees for all.
Forgive to be free, let go to grow like a tree.
If poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree it had better not come at all.
Randal Graves: Even the fuckin' trees walked in those movies.
It is no use painting the foot of the tree white, the strength of the bark cries out from beneath the paint.
The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds, and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.
All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree.
You know, I like to climb trees and ride bikes and play.
You never did master a leer." - Katharine Murray, Death on the Family Tree
Someone's sitting in the shade today because someone planted a tree a long time ago.
On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree
'Boy,' 'October,' 'War,' 'The Unforgettable Fire' and 'The Joshua Tree,' those records, they're part of my musical DNA and structure.
[Furnace makes creaking noise] Mr. Parker: Hold it! Shhh... [Furnace makes loud banging noises] Mr. Parker: Aha! Aha! It's a clinkerrrr! That blasted, stupid furnace! Dadgummit! [Mr. Parker falls down the stairs] Mr. Parker: Damn skates! [coughing] M...
Karen: Tell me, if you were in my position, what would you do? Harry: What position is that? Karen: Imagine your husband bought a gold necklace, and come Christmas gave it to somebody else... Harry: Oh, Karen... Karen: Would you wait around to find o...
I was missing lectures leading up to an essay test, so I went downstairs & got my textbook & pretended to study, with Animal Planet playing in the background. Everyone we learned about was either white or some sort of predecessor of the white, Christ...
Everything was gone, the garden of wind and light, the Chrysalis, the Mother and her sister-crones, the rowan tree, everything. I was in a grove–no, it was a triad of trees: apple, oak, hazel. And at my feet something that smacked of familiar miens...
Time, I think, is like walking backward away from something: say, from a kiss. First there is the kiss; then you step back, and the eyes fill up your vision, then the eyes are framed in the face as you step further away; the face then is part of a bo...
To look deep into your child's eyes and see in him both yourself and something utterly strange, and then to develop a zealous attachment to every aspect of him, is to achieve parenthood's self-regarding, yet unselfish, abandon. It is astonishing how ...
What I like about the job of being a novelist, and at the same time what I find so exhausting about it, is that it's the closest thing to being God you're ever going to get. All the decisions are yours. You decide when the sun comes up. You decide wh...
Betsy was so full of joy that she had to be alone. She went upstairs to her bedroom and sat down on Uncle Keith's trunk. Behind Tacy's house the sun had set. A wind had sprung up and the trees, their color dimmed, moved under a brooding sky. All the ...
Elms are dying all over the place, it's Dutch elm disease. [...] It came from America on a load of logs, and it's a fungal disease. That makes it sound even more as if it might be possible to do something. The elms are all one elm, they are clones, t...
