#trees

There are just so many stories that are buried on family trees. ↗

— Henry Louis Gates

#family #just #many #stories #trees

If someone were to think that trees are made to support the sky, they would all seem too short. ↗

— Franz Grillparzer

#seem #short #sky #someone #support

Having photographed the landscape for a number of years and specifically working with trees and in the forest I found, without consciously thinking about it, that it was a great learning experience for me in terms of organizing elements. ↗

— John Sexton

#consciously #elements #experience #forest #found

The first day at the power plant I found myself photographing some steam vents on the roof of the structure. And I remember consciously thinking that they were just like trees but they were metal. ↗

— John Sexton

#day #first #found #i #i remember

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature - trees, flowers, grass- grows in silence; see the stars, the moon and the sun, how they move in silence... We need silence to be able to touch souls. ↗

— Mother Teresa

#cannot #find #flowers #found #friend

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

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

— Ruth Frances Long

#jack #jenny #poems #realm #trees

The crickets sounded like maybe in the trees. They were pretty loud to be so unsure of themselves.
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— Jarod Kintz

#loud #maybe #nature #noise #self-esteem

In the morning light, I remembered how much I loved the sound of wind through the trees. I laid back and closed my eyes, and I was comforted by the sound of a million tiny leaves dancing on a summer morning. ↗

— Patrick Carman

#dancing #light #morning #remember #summer

trees [-] Inside their wooden samurai armor they are geisha beauties, each one a ‘person-of-the-arts,’ limbs dancing, arranging flowers, carrying the wind’s music, the calligraphy of their roots pure poetry, rhyming earth and berth. ↗

— A. A. Attanasio

#trees #art