#trees

They all went down in droves because just scenes of palm trees and beaches can get pretty boring. ↗

— James MacArthur

#because #boring #down #droves #get

I stared back at him, trying to think of a way to explain how I'd eradicated the word "want" from my vocabulary long ago and replaced it with "need." It made life so much easier that way, blowing away all the unnecessary and distracting clutter from a life of purpose, much like I imagined a storm sweeping away anything not strong enough to withstand the struggle. ↗

— Karen White

#the-beach-trees #imagination

I was on acid and I looked at the trees and I realized that they all came to points, and the little branches came to points, and the houses came to point. I thought, 'Oh! Everything has a point, and if it doesn't, then there's a point to it.' ↗

— Harry Nilsson

#branches #came #everything #houses #i

At present, I am mainly observing the physical motion of mountains, water, trees and flowers. One is everywhere reminded of similar movements in the human body, of similar impulses of joy and suffering in plants. ↗

— Egon Schiele

#body #everywhere #flowers #human #human body

In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high. ↗

— Laura Ingalls Wilder

#country #evenings #grass #grew #high

She had dreamed that she lay beneath a spreading tree somewhere, a tree that whispered with ten thousand soft lips of green; and the dream continued for a moment even after waking. ↗

— Algernon Blackwood

#dreams

When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity? ↗

— Luci Anneu Sèneca

#inspiration #nature #trees #inspirational

In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin. ↗

— William Kean Seymour

#solitude #trees #weariness #music

In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins. ↗

— Elizabeth Goudge

#gratefulness #gratitude #musings #nature #seasons

During the summer I meditated outside in nature. Listening to the wind with the ears are like listening to mere noise, but listening to the wind blowing through the trees from the inner silence and being one with the wind is like listening to the celestial music. ↗

— Swami Dhyan Giten

#life #meditation #silence #trees #winf