Tree Quotes
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“Aren't you sometimes frightened? About being planted out here with nobody to take care of you?"
"Oh, there's the tree in the middle," said the rose "What else is it good for?"
"But what could it do if any danger came?", Alice asked.
"Oh it could bark", said the rose.”
― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass
"Oh, there's the tree in the middle," said the rose "What else is it good for?"
"But what could it do if any danger came?", Alice asked.
"Oh it could bark", said the rose.”
― Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass
“Much as the sweeping canopy of the oak draws its vitality and luster from its roots, majesty draws its power from the hidden things that both feed it and inspire it. Therefore, we would be wise to attend to the hidden things as without them majesty might venture into a forest, but it will never grow one.”
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“Gentle Tree,
I can hear you speaking
Reminding me with your silence
Of what I all so often fail to see:
That within me
Is a tree
Reaching from seed towards star
Limited only by
How much of me I want to see
And how far I believe I can travel
Before I unravel
And my trunk becomes a branch
Which branches into tiny twigs
Each adorned with wigs
Of flowers nourished by rain showers
And visited by lots of little things
With wings and unique ways to sing.”
― Rewilding Hypergraphia
I can hear you speaking
Reminding me with your silence
Of what I all so often fail to see:
That within me
Is a tree
Reaching from seed towards star
Limited only by
How much of me I want to see
And how far I believe I can travel
Before I unravel
And my trunk becomes a branch
Which branches into tiny twigs
Each adorned with wigs
Of flowers nourished by rain showers
And visited by lots of little things
With wings and unique ways to sing.”
― Rewilding Hypergraphia
“The ground under the oak tree was littered with hundreds of acorns. And it dawned on me that I was standing in the forest of tomorrow.”
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“The driver hadn’t said not to [climb the tree]. Maybe it was implied, because normal people’s minds didn’t jump straight to, Oh, a tree, I should climb it.”
― Picture Perfect Boyfriend
― Picture Perfect Boyfriend
“The trees leave a legacy of unspoken struggles and age-old suffering, the century-old history, engraved on the trunk, bears its sickness and health, yet alone in the solitary woods, it remains invincible...”
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“In the forest of silence, I find myself, where my longing reveals the seed of wisdom, every step releases a trail of light and every noise is turned into music.”
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“Just as a tree grows branches, reaching out here and there before it gains its ultimate height, man's mistakes serve as the branches of his own growth, offering footholds for climbing higher.”
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“I live in my own world where the trees know me and the leaves whisper gently to my ears for this is home where there is no war with the world, only unending peace.....”
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“Listen to the leaves for they sing the song of trees....how the trunk carries the story of the storms it withstood, the battles it fought with grace and silence yet stand tall, holding it in one piece....”
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“Only one tree remained standing in a field cleared of trees. Yet that never deterred it from being a tree.”
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“She day-dreams just as I do. She is addicted to her solitude just as I am. She loves watching the rain-drops fall slowly on to the green leaves of an old tree just as I do. She loves drifting in time and time travel just as I do. She loves looking at the waves dashing against the rocks just as I do.”
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“The world at the bottom of any tree is entirely different than the bustling world playing itself out in the grand expanse of its canopy. Therefore, to never climb a tree is to identify the trunk as the tree.”
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“The Birnam Oak by Stewart Stafford
Medieval guardian, limpet oak,
Reinforced branches, sunlit soak,
Gnarled limbs in supplicant pose,
A statuesque deity in thorny repose.
Set up tent 'neath a canopy deep,
Where my pilgrim forbears sleep,
Midges swarming campfire's glow,
And drowsy me, to slumber go.
May roots prosper far from sight,
Defying storm, flame, chainsaw's bite,
Give verdant breath to creation's plan.
Until Earth falls from human hand.
© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
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Medieval guardian, limpet oak,
Reinforced branches, sunlit soak,
Gnarled limbs in supplicant pose,
A statuesque deity in thorny repose.
Set up tent 'neath a canopy deep,
Where my pilgrim forbears sleep,
Midges swarming campfire's glow,
And drowsy me, to slumber go.
May roots prosper far from sight,
Defying storm, flame, chainsaw's bite,
Give verdant breath to creation's plan.
Until Earth falls from human hand.
© 2024, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
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“Find yourself in the forest. In the delving is the fresh discovery, where every sigh turns into a prayer, and every long-held feeling turns into a poem...”
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“Find yourself in the forest. In the delving is the fresh discovery where every sigh turns into a prayer and every long-held feeling a poem....”
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“It looked like a wave of green light, beginning with the roots and pulsing through the trunk until it split at the branches. It chased down every limb. Every branch it touched burst into life: leaves budded and then unfurled, and the most glorious scent of green and life and spring and summer all wrapped together filled Kiela's nose, mouth, and body. She felt as if she were breathing in the essence of the forest, alive and full of growth. Leaves layered over one another so fast that the sky disappeared and the sun vanished into a glow of green.
Pressing itself against the trunk of the sycamore, the rabbit-size cloud bear wept tears as bright as diamonds. Its tears rolled down the bark, and where they touched the soil, delicate white flowers bloomed. She'd never seen flowers like it: they were clusters of petals that glowed with the soft, white light of the full moon.”
― The Spellshop
Pressing itself against the trunk of the sycamore, the rabbit-size cloud bear wept tears as bright as diamonds. Its tears rolled down the bark, and where they touched the soil, delicate white flowers bloomed. She'd never seen flowers like it: they were clusters of petals that glowed with the soft, white light of the full moon.”
― The Spellshop
“Before long he found himself in a conference room with Steve Jobs. “The first thing I noticed was that it had windows that looked out onto oak-covered hills. And then I looked around at the paintings on the wall, and they were all paintings of California landscapes with oak trees. And I realized that Steve Jobs was a tree fanatic.”
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“A murder case is like a tree. A tall tree. An oak tree. It has been carefully planted and cared for by the state. Watered and trimmed when needed, examined for disease and parasites of any kind. Its root system is constantly monitored as it flourishes underground and clings tightly to the earth. No money is spared in guarding the tree. Its caretakers are granted immense powers to protect and serve it.
The tree’s branches eventually grow and spread wide in splendor. They provide deep shade for those who seek true justice.
The branches spring from a thick and sturdy trunk. Direct evidence, circumstantial evidence, forensic science, motive and opportunity. The tree must stand strong against the winds that challenge it.
And that’s where I come in. I’m the man with the ax. My job is to cut the tree down to the ground and burn its wood to ashes.”
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The tree’s branches eventually grow and spread wide in splendor. They provide deep shade for those who seek true justice.
The branches spring from a thick and sturdy trunk. Direct evidence, circumstantial evidence, forensic science, motive and opportunity. The tree must stand strong against the winds that challenge it.
And that’s where I come in. I’m the man with the ax. My job is to cut the tree down to the ground and burn its wood to ashes.”
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“Its the soundless thirst that pulls you toward the well of light, it's the wordless longing that drives you to the oasis in the desert.”
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“From the kernel, sprouts a tree. Rooting deep in the grounds, it reaches skyward and becomes a living story of light.”
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“To live is to sense this life as you keep walking, to plunge into a forest as the light plays come-and-find-me with the leaves, and to walk barefoot on the grounds blessed with blossoms. To live is to find gold in the opening of dawn and fall in love with sunset, to find the moonlight in the darkest times and lose your soul in the Milky Way. To live is to explode at the feast of stars, knowing a new world opens when things go dark, to make music when the leaves turn gold, for memories are to be honored. To live is to be a contemplative soul and marvel at the sacred mystery, to weave the poems on sheets of paper that stayed blank for ages. To live is to smell roses in the breeze, even on the desert sands.”
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