#trees

Don't be ashamed to weep; 'tis right to grieve. Tears are only water, and flowers, trees, and fruit cannot grow without water. But there must be sunlight also. A wounded heart will heal in time, and when it does, the memory and love of our lost ones is sealed inside to comfort us. ↗

— Brian Jacques

#emotion #emotions #flowers #fruit #growing

When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air. ↗

— Jodi Thomas

#heartbreak #trees #harmony

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. ↗

— Mahatma Gandhi

#environment #forests #humanity #trees #wilderness

I think it's fair rude to make him a tree and not know what kind he is. ↗

— Tamora Pierce

#daine #numair #tristan-staghorn #wolf-speaker #trees

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go. ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#trees

It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting "Cathy" and banging your head against a tree. ↗

— Helen Fielding

#humour #mr-darcy #snooty #wuthering-heights #trees

One time, when I was very little, I climbed a tree and ate these green, sour apples. My stomach swelled and became hard like a drum, it hurt a lot. Mother said that if I'd just waited for the apples to ripen, I wouldn't have become sick. So now, whenever I really want something, I try to remember what she said about the apples. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#trees

I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet. ↗

— Sylvia Plath

#death

I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, "How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree. ↗

— Dorothy Parker

#flowering #suicide #trees #gay

The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn ↗

— Ralph Waldo Emerson

#inspirational-quotes #nature #trees #inspirational