Some people like to paint trees. I like to paint love. I find it more meaningful than painting trees.
Budapest was very beautiful and spending the day under a canopy of Hungarian trees, on horseback, was fantastic.
Heaven and God are not high above us, far away; they are deep within us. Heaven is not a distant country where there are trees and houses and other objects; it is a plane of consciousness within us. Seekers of the eternal Truth will realise their eternal Heaven within their aspiring hearts.
I love fruit. One of my earliest memories is climbing trees for figs, and I once got stuck in one when I was six. I could see the biggest, juiciest fig and I climbed up and got it and ate it right there, sitting on a branch. Then I realised I couldn’t get down.
I don’t like to see Christmas trees torn down.
The war broke out, and for a number of years I lived in darkness, with the memory of the lakes, the trees and the skies of Sweden, until I returned in 1946 to spend two unforgettable years in the laboratory of Hugo Theorell.
I’d like to see my grandchildren climb trees, not stand under them. I’d like to see them learn to make bread and brown it over a fire using my toasting fork.
Venice Beach is incredibly quiet at night: no streetlights, no traffic, hummingbirds in the garden, palm trees everywhere.
It was like my part-time job as a kid to be an adventurer… in my head. I used to sword-fight in the garden and in the park – with my Nan, of all people, with my Nan who can barely walk! I used to make her run around, and I’d go around destroying these trees and cones and stuff.
Some days, I would find what seemed like entire family trees, torn from once-treasured albums and dumped in disorganized bins, selling 10 for a dollar. I wondered how people could give up pictures of their great-grandparents for complete strangers to paw through – or why complete strangers would want them.
I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.
Legislatures represent people, not acres or trees.
Too many trees are killed to print the words of people who may not have all that much to say, and authors and journalists are equally culpable in this regard.
I have had the most wonderful childhood, and I was raised in a very loving family. And it was nothing short of an amazing privilege because I was incredibly lucky to be able to play up in trees and make it like silly dens in a bush and stuff like that.
I was surfing the Internet, and I came across a school in Atlanta where you could learn how to climb trees with ropes the way the pros do. It sounded terrific, and so I went down there, and I began to learn these kind of rarified techniques for how you get up and down trees while using special ropes and gear.
We all think Al Gore invented email so we could save time and save paper, to save trees. And that includes phone trees.
Based on German prototypes, green walls and roofs are a natural idea in Singapore’s tropical environment, where mosses, ferns, philodendrons, orchids and other epiphytes literally grow on trees.
I planted trees but the idea that you can offset carbon is nonsense – planting trees is more a way of acknowledging harm and apologising.
I grew up in Mobile, Alabama – somebody’s got to be from Mobile, right? – and Mobile sits at the confluence of five rivers, forming this beautiful delta. And the delta has alligators crawling in and out of rivers filled with fish and cypress trees dripping with snakes, birds of every flavor.
In about 1975-76, I lived with a woman in a little hut with some fruit trees, and I had some of the most extraordinary, happy times of my life. Apart from the horrendous Queensland police, who were corrupt and venal, it really was like living in paradise.
The benefits of organic coffee are significant, as chemical-free soil is good soil. This extends to healthy trees which result in good beans with greater antioxidants and less chemical residues.
Think of a forest, then imagine taking 10,000 trees and squeezing them together until there is essentially no space between them. That’s what the neocortical column looks like.
Although I’m a city boy, I am a rural person at heart – and that comes from school. I’d lived near Marble Arch in London and it was fantastic to be surrounded by fields and trees.
Elves are like trees, grounded and focused from the trunk down but graceful and agile on top.
Trees are complicated, fascinating things, usually older and more beautiful than any of us.
I love the outdoors and looking at snakes, squirrels, bugs – just going through the woods and being part of it. You can smell the different trees. And I listen. There’s so much you can learn by listening, by sitting and watching things happen.
Nature is my springboard. From her I get my initial impetus. I have tried to relate the visible drama of mountains, trees, and bleached fields with the fantasy of wind blowing and changing colors and forms.
Ever since I’ve been a kid, I’ve always been about running around, climbing trees, exploring.
Only by planting trees, we will be able to overcome global warming.
It was only after a while, after photographing mines and clear-cutting of forests in Maine, that I realized I was looking at the components of photography itself. Photography uses paper made from trees, water, metals, and chemistry. In a way, I was looking at all these things that feed into photography.
We did not see ourselves as remaking cinema at the time, at least not in my view. Myself and the other actors were not part of the industry; we weren’t inside the star system. We were running around, shooting in the streets, hiding behind trees to do our makeup. It was a very simple way of working.
Hanging out with the Trees is like hanging out with your family, and I hardly ever see my family.
I love driving around Hancock Park. I think it was designed in the 1920s, and it still has that feel. The streetlamps and trees that line the streets are all the same. It’s beautiful and peaceful, and it’s right in the middle of L.A.
Being half Jewish, we grew up with Christmas trees but had Jewish ornaments.
My wife, Daniela, and I live in an old house from 1810 with three fireplaces at the end of a dead-end dirt road on Cape Cod, so I turn the trees into firewood for us and a friend of mine sells the rest.
I look at trees, hunt mushrooms, and watch animals. Fishing is what gets me out into the woods so I can notice these things.
Obviously, movies, you’re often on location, out in the rain or the sun, in a real place where the trees and the cars are real. But when you’re on stage, as an actor you’re imagining the environment that you’re in.
The Druids held the trees as very sacred.
By reading Huckleberry Finn I felt I was able to justify my act of going into the mountain forest at night and sleeping among the trees with a sense of security which I could never find indoors.
The No. 1 cause of forest fires is trees.
God gave us the earth. We have dominion over the plants, the animals, the trees.
On the screen I saw tanks rolling through dusty streets, and fallen buildings, and forests of unfamiliar trees into which East Pakistani refugees had fled, seeking safety over the Indian border.
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Known colloquially as ‘winter,’ ‘golden needle,’ and ‘velvet foot’ mushrooms, enoki mushrooms grow across much of the world, inhabiting dead conifer trees and stumps, and generally appearing throughout the late fall and winter months.
My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it.
I will not accept a role just because a big hero stars in it. I am not here to merely dance, run around trees, and be a glam doll.
Modern man has a very abstract idea of what a wood is. I guess that if you stopped anyone on the street and asked them what a wood actually was, they would see it as a place where big trees grow.
It is easier to feel than to realize, or in any way explain, Yosemite grandeur. The magnitudes of the rocks and trees and streams are so delicately harmonized, they are mostly hidden.
I’m not meant to run around trees. I can’t throw my arms in the air and sing, I find that boring and irritating. Sweet romcoms are not my cup of tea. The film has to be a little twisted and quirky.
A world without a proper day of rest is like a landscape without hedgerows, trees, or landmarks: a howling, featureless wilderness in which we incessantly seek pleasure because we cannot find happiness.
I’m not just interested in fascinating faces or trees. I want to bore in deeper.
I’m very close in age to my older brother, and we had a field at the end of the road where we could run around, climb trees, play football.
Sometimes I wonder: What are the children thinking? And sometimes I wonder why the hell I’m not buying a tree like the other neighbors. After all, there is no mention in Christianity of Christmas trees, and even if there were – is there any good reason why I shouldn’t be buying some red stockings?
We’re dabbling in eugenics all the time, breeding ideal crops to replace less aesthetic or nutritious or hardy varieties; leveling forests to graze cattle or erect shopping malls and condos; planting groves of a few familiar trees that homeowners and industries prefer.
