Tree Appreciation Quotes

You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky.

We really owe a great deal to the rubber tree.

I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them.

When I was four, I was a kind of sky worshipper. I would look at the sky, and I wanted to evaporate into the sky - I loved the sky. I loved looking at the trees, just because they touched the sky.

Give me a land of boughs in leaf A land of trees that stand; Where trees are fallen there is grief; I love no leafless land.

Having trees and a track to run on have become more important to me than living near cool restaurants.

After music, trees are my passion. My great-grandfather was a forester, so maybe it is genetic. My father would take me for walks in the forest and sometimes I would play truant with him. 'You won't learn anything in a communist school, my boy,' he would say. He loved trees too.

To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe.

Men as a general rule have very little reverence for trees.

To return to my own trees, I went among them often, acknowledging their presence with a touch of my hand against their trunks.

Trees are complicated, fascinating things, usually older and more beautiful than any of us.

trees, unlike so many humans, always improve on acquaintance. No matter how much you like them at the start you are sure to like them much better further on, and best of all when you have known them for years and enjoyed intercourse with them in all seasons.

Strange that so few ever come to the woods to see how the pine lives and grows and spires, lifting its evergreen arms to the light,--to see its perfect success; but most are content to behold it in the shape of many broad boards brought to market, and deem that its true success! But the pine is no more lumber than man is, and to be made into boards and houses is no more its true and highest use than the truest use of a man is to be cut down and made into manure.

To the great tree-loving fraternity we belong. We love trees with universal and unfeigned love, and all things that do grow under them or around them - the whole leaf and root tribe. Not alone when they are in their glory, but in whatever state they are - in leaf, or rimed with frost, or powdered with snow, or crystal-sheathed in ice, or in severe outline stripped and bare against a November sky - we love them.

I never before knew the full value of trees. Under them I breakfast, dine, write, read and receive my company.

The trees are fantastic in Washington. If you're a tree, it's a great town. If you're a person, there's nothing to do.

I am just a person who adores trees.

It is curious to what a degree one may become attached to a fine tree, especially when it is placed where trees are rare.

Hee that loves the tree, loves the branch.

I was in my yard and thought that the tree was a living being. We take trees for granted. We don't believe they are as much alive as we are.