I think people who don't know the woods very well sometimes imagine it as a kind of undifferentiated mass of greenery, an endless continuation of the wall of trees they see lining the road. And I think they wonder how it could hold anyone's interest for very long, being all so much the same. But in truth I have a list of a hundred places in my own town I haven't been yet. Quaking bogs to walk on; ponds I've never seen in the fall (I've seen them in the summer - but that's a different pond). That list gets longer every year, the more I learn, and doubtless it will grow until the day I die. So many glades; so little time.
Bill McKibbenMots clés nature trees forest wilderness woods
...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...
John GeddesMots clés soul stars christmas trees snow pine poetry-quotes christmas-tree wintry-night
...trees to cool the towns in the boiling summer, trees to hold back the winter winds. There were so many things a tree could do: add color, provide shade, drop fruit, or become a children's playground, a whole sky universe to climb and hang from; an architecture of food and pleasure, that was a tree. But most of all the trees would distill an icy air for the lungs, and a gentle rustling for the ear when you lay nights in your snowy bed and were gentled to sleep by the sound.
Ray BradburyMots clés trees
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 GitenMots clés life silence trees meditation celestial-music winf
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 GitenMots clés life existence god silence trees wind play meditation enlightenment one-with-life
How mighty you are as death comes upon you and your color fades. Yet from life and lush to bold array, screaming into the night.
Kellie ElmoreMots clés life inspirational philosophy death winter trees spring fall dying
Did you hear about the lawsuit? Mary asked.
"No, what?"
"I hear that he is so big," she lifted her eyebrows to indicate what she meant, "that he put a girl in the hospital and she is suing him, because she can never have babies because of him."
"Ewwwwwwwwwww!!!!" the sisters chorused.
"Could a guy really do that?" Lydia asked.
Elizabeth shrugged. "I guess, but he would have to be the size of a friggin' oak tree.
Every morning I was renewed, though. Air and light healed me, over and over. I got to where I depended on it. When I was feeling my worst, I would step out into the yard and put my hands on the branches of the little redbud. It made me feel like I was saying a prayer, to do this. I know that sounds like foolishness, but that little tree was like an altar for me. I stood there in the cold of early winter, wishing for the redbud to bear leaves so that I might put my face against them.
Silas HouseTrees were so rare in that country, and they had to make such a hard fight to grow, that we used to feel anxious about them, and visit them as if they were persons.
Willa CatherMots clés nature trees prairie
الضجر والنفور كأسلوب حياة يليق بهيبة متخفية لشجرة
Eman HerzallahMots clés trees lifestyle aversion dullness
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