#tree

I was so astonished that another had penetrated so deeply into the secrets of my soul, and that he knew what I did not know myself, that when I recovered from it he had already been long upon the street. ↗

— Max Muller

#another #astonished #been #deeply #did

If you were a kid actor, if you had any plans of being an actor as an adult, you were really barking up the wrong tree. ↗

— Susan Olsen

#adult #any #barking #being #had

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. ↗

— D. Elton Trueblood

#discovering #full #human #human life #knows

Every time you walk down the street people are screaming, 'You're fired!' ↗

— Donald Trump

#every #every time #fired #people #screaming

I feel safer when you're here. You're so big and sturdy, like a beautiful tree I can lean on and not knock over. ↗

— Karen Cushman

#tree #beauty

They're only trees. Only trees. Whose afraid of lonely trees? ↗

— Ruth Frances Long

#jack #jenny #poems #realm #trees

I was tired in the evening yesterday. I felt drained by the last days outer conflicts. I felt separated from life. Suddenly I heard the wind blowing through the trees outside my open window, whispering a silent and playful invitation: "Do you want to play? Do you want to join the dance?" This playful invitation again joined my heart and being with the Existential dance. I was again in a silent prayer and oneness with life. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#existence #god #life #meditation #one-with-life

Life is a helluva thing. You can see trouble coming and you can't do a damn thing to prevent it coming. You just got to sit and watch and wait. ↗

— V.S. Naipaul

#life

I’m scared of him. I’m disgusted by the vile monster he becomes, this beast he lets out. But I still love him. I’d still do anything for him. I can’t just turn off my heart. I want to, I do, but I can’t. I love him with everything I have and I hate myself for it. Because it’s wrong to love him, I know. It’s so wrong. ↗

— Karina Halle

#ellie #heart #javier #karina-halle #love

A hundred years or more, she's bent her crown in storm, in sun, in moonsplashed midnight breeze. surviving all the random vagaries of this harsh world. A dense - twigged veil drifts down from crown along her trunk - mourning slow wood that rustles tattered, in a hint of wind this January dusk, cloudy, purpling the ground with sudden shadows. How she broods - you speculate - on dark surprise and loss, alone these many years, despondent, bent, her bolt-cracked mate transformed to splinters, moss. Though not alone, you feel the sadness of a twilight breeze. There's never enough love; the widow nods to you. Her branches moan. ↗

— Lauren Lipton

#tree #widow #woods #love