By now you know: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, "Take me to your leaders. " Even I--unused to your ways though I am--would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us, made of cogs, pieces of paper, small disks of shiny metal, scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them. Instead I will say, "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers; take me to your deaths. " These are worth it. These are what I have come for.
In the garden I see only your face From trees and blossoms I inhale only your fragrance.
Those trees seem to grow every year.
The trees encountered on a country stroll Reveal a lot about that country's soul. . . A culture is no better than its woods.
Trees bend low with ripened fruit; clouds hang down with gentle rain; noble people bow graciously. This is the way of generous things.
It is always weird to be in the studio working on Christmas music in June and July, so we decorated the entire studio, we really did. We brought out lights, fake trees and decorated the place to get in the Christmas spirit. You'd leave the studio, and it'd be 100 degrees out in Nashville, but nonetheless, a great experience.
It is simply that in all life on earth as in all good agriculture there are no short-cuts that by-pass Nature and the nature of man himself and animals, trees, rocks and streams. Every attempt at a formula, a short-cut, a panacea, always ends in negation and destruction.
In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.
I never before knew the full value of trees. . . . What would I not give that the trees planted nearest round the house at Monticello were full grown.
How can a guy climb trees, say Me Tarzan, You Jane, and make a million?
I always think of the Pacific Northwest as giant trees, and rain, and clouds and dampness, like the Native American art from that area.
There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees.
Have a special interest, a positive prejudice about some clump of trees or one particular knoll, an excitement about them can spread through the whole composition, and so fire the rest of the things that you are only mildly interested in.
I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are
Great inventions are never, and great discoveries are seldom, the work of any one mind. Every great invention is really an aggregation of minor inventions, or the final step of a progression. It is not usually a creation, but a growth, as truly so as is the growth of the trees in the forest.
I felt all the ways in which this world seemed so, so enormous--the height of the trees, the hush and tick of the forest, the shift of the sunlight and shadows--but also so, so removed.
A forest of these trees is a spectacle too much for one man to see.
I spend as much time as I can sketching from nature, Dartmoor contains such a rich variety of landscape, as many boulders, foaming rivers and twisted trees as my heart could ever desire. . . . When I look into a river, I feel I could spend a whole lifetime just painting that river.
I know that I was hiking at a very young age because I remember being convinced that it was the trees that were talking.
There's something about materials like copper, woods, stone, trees, shells. You walk outside and these materials are part of the world before we touched anything. There's a feeling of pleasure that many of us have in materials that have some presence before us, like clay and wood and copper.