Behind the man is the Tree of Life, bearing twelve fruits, and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil is behind the woman; the serpent is twining round it.

There, like the wind through woods in riot,
Through him the gale of life blew high;
The tree of man was never quiet:
Then ’twas the Roman, now ’tis I.

No matter how breathless the air when he dug his nest by tree or bank, the wind the later blew inevitably found him to leeward, sheltered and snug

A hole can be as real and solid as a boulder or a tree.

From the east to the west blow the trumpet to arms! Through the land let the sound of it flee; Let the far and the near all unite, with a cheer, In defense of our Liberty Tree

Now is the seedtime of continental union, faith and honor. The least fracture now, will be like a name engraved with the point of a pin on the tender rind of a young oak; the wound would enlarge with the tree, and posterity read in it full grown characters

The trees grew too thickly, and their trunks were too big for any healthy New England wood. There was too much silence in the dim alleys between them.

What does one plant who plants a tree? One plants the friend of sun and sky; One plants the flag of breezes free; The shaft of beauty towering high.

What does he plant who plants a tree?
He plants the friend of sun and sky;
He plants the flag of breezes free;
The shaft of beauty, towering high, he plants a home to heaven anigh.
For song and mother-croon of bird, in hushed and happy twilight heard –
The treble of heaven’s harmony.
These things he plants who plants a tree.

The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.

Keeping your body healthy is an expression of gratitude to the whole cosmos — the trees, the clouds, everything.

I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.

I looked up my family tree and found out I was the sap.

I looked up my family tree and found three dogs using it.

Mo’Nique is so full of love. I’ve been describing her as the tree in ‘Pocahontas.’ She’s so wise and loving. She is just everything.

She slept beneath a tree — Remembered but by me. I touched her Cradle mute — She recognized the foot — And stirred her purple wings — But little evidence to show She lived among the things —

A lonely, leaf-tossed tree—make me your confidante.

The best time to plant a tree was 25 years ago. The second-best time to plant a tree is today.

The best day to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The second best day is today.

The tree on the mountain takes whatever the weather brings. If it has any choice at all, it is in putting down roots as deeply as possible

The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It’s the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break it – no wind, no elements, it can bend and withstand anything.

While Covid again means we can’t celebrate quite as we may have wished, we can still enjoy the many happy traditions. Be it the singing of carols (as long as the tune is well known); decorating the tree; giving and receiving presents; or watching a favourite film where we already know the ending, it’s no surprise that families so often treasure their Christmas routines.

Pride juggles with her toppling towers, They strike the sun and cease, But the firm feet of humility They grip the ground like trees.

The axe always forgets. The tree always remembers.

My beerdrunk soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world.

Trees, in particular, were mysterious and seemed to me direct embodiments of the incomprehensible meaning of life. For that reason, the woods were the places where I felt closest to its deepest meaning and to its awe-inspiring workings

No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell

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

We like to be free like birds in a tree.

Walking through the leaves falling from the trees, Feelin’ like a stranger nobody sees

A people without the knowledge of their past history, origin, and culture is like a tree without roots.

When I judge art, I take my painting and put it next to a God made object like a tree or flower. If it clashes, it is not art.

When I am finishing a picture, I hold some God-made object up to it – a rock, a flower, the branch of a tree or my hand – as a final test. If the painting stands up beside a thing man cannot make, the painting is authentic. If there’s a clash between the two, it’s bad art.

The seed of a tree has the nature of a branch or twig or bud. It is a part of the tree, but if separated and set in the earth to be better nourished, the embryo or young tree contained in it takes root and grows into a new tree.

No tree becomes rooted and sturdy unless many a wind assails it. For by its very tossing it tightens its grip and plants its roots more securely; the fragile trees are those that have grown in a sunny valley.

There is much the government can do and should do to improve the environment. But even more important is the individual who plants a tree or cleans a corner of neglect. For it is the individual who himself benefits, and also protects a heritage of beauty for his children and future generations.