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“Will you let me stand beside you on your plot of earth? We'll tell the weeds to grow tall around our ankles, and when the wind gives us sycamore seeds, we'll raise them as sprouts, seedlings, saplings until they overpower, shade, and nurture us. Our trees will grow for two hand years or more as our union becomes even more unquestionable and strong.”
― Emily Habeck, Shark Heart

“In the summer the pear trees were fine. In the summer, all that is hideous about a pear tree is hidden by leaves and pears. But once those disguises were removed they were nothing but acres of murderous psychopaths emboldened by darkness.”
― Ann Patchett, Tom Lake

“The trees understand us; they are our friends. The trees transmit positive energy; they recharge us. Never stop loving the trees. They give life to earth.”
― Avijeet Das

“Have you ever thought about the enormous courage of trees? I have and it seems to me amazing. The Lord dumps them down and they've just got to stick it, no matter what happens - that must need some courage.”
― Radclyffe Hall, The Well of Loneliness

“And he said...

...do not expect a leaf in a book to breathe as a leaf would as if it was on a tree.”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“How, I wondered, might a person, a people, take root, roots and rootlessness, the preservation of what little remains of the past, such were thoughts that blew through me on any given morning, standing very still in the porch, or in the garden, in my bare feet, feeling suddenly: that sound, that rushing, it is the wind, it is the trees!”
― Sarah Bernstein, Study for Obedience

“If I am not thankful for the tree that stands in front of me, I will never see the forest that stands around me.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Biddy knew the trees as soon as Hutchincroft led her to them: three of them in a triangle, each slender and white-limbed, leaves turning golden brown and bristling with red berries. Rowan trees.”
― H.G. Parry, The Magician’s Daughter

“Her eyes opened at the touch of light. It was slanting light, golden and shimmering with dust, the kind that filtered through the forests on Hy-Brasil in the late afternoon. And yet when she stepped forward, she found she was no longer amid the trees but inside, at the center of a circular tower that extended up for as far as her eyes could stretch. The walls were the white of polished marble, and the floor beneath her feet was polished wood partially covered by a thick red rug. There was a fireplace with two worn armchairs, and a desk fitted to the curve of the room and strewn with papers. Everything else, every inch of towering wall, was filled with bookshelves. They went all the way up to the high ceiling, at least seven stories, connected by ladders and balconies and ledges. The place had the old-paper smell of Rowan's study at the castle. Biddy stared, barely noticing as Hutchincroft jumped from her arms.
"It's a library," she said out loud, in wonder. "It's a library inside a tree.”
― H.G. Parry, The Magician’s Daughter

“There is nothing more quieting than an ancient tree”
― Michael Christie, Greenwood

“The trees understand us; they are our friends. The trees transmit positive energy; they recharge us. Never stop loving the trees. They give life to earth."l”
― Avijeet Das

“Trees are Love.”
― Avijeet Das

“It has been well established that trees talk to each other through underground chains of fungus called Common Mycorrhizal Networks (CMNs). Affectionately called the Wood Wide Web, these networks allow networks of trees to locally communicate and organize the transfer of water, carbon, nitrogen, local gossip, and political pamphlets. Previous research suggested that these fungal networks only operated at a community level. Nutrient-transfer-back translation has shown this assumption is no longer valid. In the woods of Germany, England, Wyoming, and many more locations, accelerationist, international communist propaganda has been discovered in Douglas Firs, and a growing prevalence has been seen in Birch populations. This paper will discuss the methodology, results, and dangerous consequences of the dictatorship of a central, democratically elected, tree-based anarcho-communist syndicate of Fir collectives in your backyard and how the international communist organization has spread its radical message to the world’s forests.”
― B. McGraw, Et al.: Because not all research deserves a Nobel Prize

“And no tree was ever cut in the grove of white birches behind the house. THAT would have been sacrilege. Occasionally one blew down in an autumn storm and was mourned by Pat until time turned it into a beautiful mossy log with ferns growing thickly all along it.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Mistress Pat

“The tops of hemlocks and Sitka spruces pigtailed into pointed green purse strings.”
― Gretel Ehrlich, A Match to the Heart: One Woman's Story of Being Struck By Lightning

“When you leave your home for unknown shores, you don't simply carry on as before; a part of you dies inside so that another part can start all over again”
― Elif Shafak, The Island of Missing Trees

“In the end, it is our children’s relationship with the natural world that determines its future. If we let our children go into the forest, they will become adults who will protect it.”
― Qing Li, Shinrin-Yoku: The Art and Science of Forest Bathing

“Children who have fun in nature will become adults to care for and protect it. If we let our children play outside now, they will become the green architects of the future��”
― Qing Li, Shinrin-Yoku: The Art and Science of Forest Bathing

“Would it be death? If so, she did not fear it, for she knew that her life would flow down the silver thread which always trailed her, to the Carrier of Spirits who would gather the rest of her in that vast sea of memory. Would she find her mother? She had found her mother. Would she go home? Where was home, anyway?

“The trees were full of fireflies, and suddenly, as if a new goddess came to meet her, the moon, a vast-seeming golden sphere of light, softened at the edges by the thickness of the air, rose and came toward her. She ran in her own globe of golden radiance until she felt that like Skaalya in the legend she could learn to fly. She would fly up, she would dive into the Moon, she would know what this goddess knew, she would give herself to the light which had at long last returned itself to her.

“She chased the moon toward her until they met at the doorway, the moon diving into the portal before Essa arrived. It was there, she knew, on the other side. Would she too pass through?

“She stood in wonder before the doorway: was this what ‘wondering�� truly meant? She could spend her life wondering.��

“Ahead of her was the bright doorway: green, iridescent, swirling, oval under the trees, lit from behind by the full moon.”
― Candas Jane Dorsey, Black Wine

“Trees teach us the generosity, bravery and beauty of letting go.”
― Andrea Koehle Jones

“I didn’t have memories, new I made, this,
beneath ancient evergreen Populus trees��

Yes, evergreen Populus trees always are,
yet with cold I’m not one that’s well known to spar��

With gentle headstrongness I made my own path,
with which I can get to the forest(, like Plath)��

In forests, folk sparce are, yet all of the trees,
growing like soldiers, to be many are free��”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“The nights again will be on fire, like this, -
forever, I’ll look, without you, freshness for;
beneath the eternal ancient Populus trees,
and freshness I’ll find in the night, above all��

And winter will come later, once more, again,
when vile winds will howl right outside, being mean,
yet there, in the heart, with no refrain,
I will have softness, dreamlike, clean��”
― Will Advise, На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

“Believe it or not, we can gain a lot of valuable data from souls that decide to take a different form than a human one. Even being a simple tree and experiencing existence from its perspective, the way of communication and how complex all the processes are is truly unbelievable. Their lives are much more interesting than you could ever imagine.”
― Lenka Dvorcakova, Crazy game called Life

“Palm trees decorated the skyline, so tall and thin they defied gravity, their explosions of furry branches looking like ack-ack bursts on the horizon.”
― Mark Orwoll, Cross Purposes

“Human beings go on living as if they own the whole world. There are two misconceptions that humans hold, which constitute the major portion of all the wrongs that they do. First is that the Earth belongs to humans and the second is that humans belong to Earth.”
― Shivanshu K. Srivastava

“Jack walked me through the garden, naming plants and flowers with dizzying speed: blue spruce, hydrangea, and boxwood gave winter interest to the garden. Quaking aspen and Boston ivy grew along the fence. Pink Spike and Crimson Queen Japanese maple added colorful purple foliage along with First Love speedwell and panicled hydrangeas. "These plants are fighters," he said. "Even without any nurturing, they've managed to flourish. They do what it takes to survive.”
― Sara Desai, To Have and to Heist

“The troutberry trees had already bloomed and gone; on the forest floor, delicate white petals of starflowers and goldthread and Carolina springbeauty sparkled when a stray beam of sunshine caught them. Wild onions were the only plant that had fully leafed out, brilliant bright green under maple and elm and birch and oak whose own leaves were still pregnant thoughts.
All of nature was just waking up, fulling, becoming large and new.”
― Elizabeth Lim, A Twisted Tale Anthology

“Quegli uomini erano come dei bambini, ma forse gli uomini non smettevano mai di esserlo, il loro tempo a disposizione era talmente breve rispetto a quello della montagna e degli alberi che la popolavano, da impedirgli di maturare completamente.”
― E.C. Bröwa, L'albero

“Si sentiva fiero di essere un albero; [...] gli alberi rappresentavano veramente la vita, creavano le condizioni ideali e indispensabili per l’esistenza di tutti, almeno, così era nella porzione di mondo che Tronco grigio conosceva.”
― E.C. Bröwa, L'albero

“(I am particularly fond of the latter model [i.e., the tree-filled residential squares of London]. which you can see followed in a lovely way in Chicago's Washington Square Park, the city's oldest. The Newberry Library sits on the north side of the square, and one of the great delights of using that excellent library involves sitting at a table and gazing through tall windows at the park's trees. Of course, this means that you don't get much work done and feel guilty later, but life consists mainly of such tradeoffs.)

(The Life of Trees)”
― Alan Jacobs, Wayfaring: Essays Pleasant and Unpleasant