We owe each other a debt and we owe each other an obligation, and because of these fundamental American imperatives, there are things that we own in common with each other, and that we are obliged to protect for our posterity. The water. The trees. The wild places in the land. We lose sight of these truths sometimes.
I’m always trying to see the forest for the trees. I try to look at broader brushstrokes and focus on what we can be happy about. That’s my nature.
Students should respect trees just as they respect their mothers.
When I look at green trees on a sunny day, I don’t know how to make an interesting picture of that.
Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.
I was warmed by the sun, rocked by the winds and sheltered by the trees as other Indian babes. I was living peaceably when people began to speak bad of me. Now I can eat well, sleep well and be glad. I can go everywhere with a good feeling.
I used to live in the Bronx, then I lived uptown on 106th St. and Broadway, and finally I moved to Harlem right before it became gentrified. I lived on 120th St. between Fifth and Lenox Aves. in a little brownstone. I knew the neighborhood was changing when they started putting trees in the middle of the block.
So when you do your family tree and Margaret Cho does hers, and… Wanda Sykes and John Legend… we’re adding to the database that scholars can then draw from to generalize about the complexity of the American experience. And that’s the contribution that family trees make to broader scholarship.
My brothers and I love playing outside and climbing trees. We really love sports, too – I think football’s probably my favorite.
I have been naturally inclined towards mountains, trees, flowers, and rivers.
Just as our forefathers saved and invested to build what we, the current generation, are enjoying today, so, too, we must plant trees so that our sons and daughters, and their sons and daughters, can enjoy the shade.
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.
I grew up in the same place as my mother, seeing the same trees my mother saw when she was at work; the flowers I picked were the flowers that my grandma planted. We have different styles; I wouldn’t make the same clothes that my mum made, or my grandma, but we have the same taste.
‘I am a bad mother.’ Every Christmas, this is what I think because the holiday season fills me with such anxiety. I’m sure that other mothers are happily baking cookies, decorating trees, and finding perfect gifts for everyone.
There is something about being in a remote town where anything other than green fields, trees and Saturday football club is very exciting and thrilling.
I grew up surrounded by generously yielding plum trees, and as a family we were constantly on the hunt for inspired ways to use up the lovely plums before age got the better of them.
We were raised without movies, theater or music. We had only nature, the hills, the trees. When I got on the set of ‘Manon,’ I wasn’t star-struck because I didn’t know what a star was.
For all that we can see from the road in China, there is a lot that we cannot see. We miss what’s behind the trees, the cover-ups, the darker side of things – the ingredients that so often drive a reporting trip.
How long will we keep making films where hero-heroine is dancing around trees?
When it comes to Washington, most people tend to think first of politics. But Washington is also a geographic and physical place. It is, for instance, one of the few cities of the world where you can talk endlessly about trees.
What I was trying to convey there was the kind of waste land that was left after the war. It was a bit like one always thinks of war, you know, stark scenery and no birds, no trees, no leaves, nothing living. And just emptiness.
Before my mother was a King, she climbed trees and wrestled with boys. And won. Even as a child, Coretta Scott demonstrated that her gender would not deter her success, nor did it detract from her strength.
Votes are like trees, if you are trying to build a forest. If you have more trees than you have forests, then at that point the pollsters will probably say you will win.
Having photographed the landscape for a number of years and specifically working with trees and in the forest I found, without consciously thinking about it, that it was a great learning experience for me in terms of organizing elements.
My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they’re African.
With the demise of the biblical religions that have provided the American people with their core values since their country’s inception, we are reverting to the pagan worldview. Trees and animals are venerated, while man is simply one more animal in the ecosystem – and largely a hindrance, not an asset.
When I was 7, I went to school in Switzerland because everyone on my mom’s side of the family lives there. Then we were back in Australia, in Queensland. That’s where we had the chance to have lots of different animals. I spent a lot of time living in nature and building cubby houses in big old trees by the ocean.
I just do my day job and go home and plant trees.
In 1908, there was a persuasive demonstration of the power of high-speed, low-mass asteroids in rural Siberia. The Tunguska impactor iced millions of pine trees and about a zillion mosquitoes – and was no larger than an office building.
I love running around trees as much as a serious role.
Trees and bones are constantly reforming themselves along lines of stress. This algorithm has been put into a software program that’s now being used to make bridges lightweight, to make building beams lightweight.
The Trees was four complete nuts. We didn’t have a damn thing in common except insanity. So we fought a lot. And we had two brothers – who fought like brothers.
For years I drove a big Ford F250 pickup. That was my ride because two-thirds of my work was wood work, and I’m always driving up to Northern California, where I harvest salvaged trees.
Australians were unique due to our corals, our apples, our gum trees and our kangaroos.
There are thousands of ways to take action. For example, plant trees, pick up litter, join an organisation or movement that makes a difference and especially try to influence adults and put pressure on people in power.
Young designers don’t grow on trees.
My mom is a country lady. She wants to be in the trees.
The smartest thing I ever did as a writer was hire a retired conservation agent to blaze a hiking trail for me. It’s nothing fancy – just a narrow path that meanders for a little over a mile through the woods near my home. But that trail through the trees has become my therapist, my personal trainer, and my best editor.
Good parts just don’t fall off trees. I try to be very careful about what sort of projects I attack. There’s an audience out there that expects high standards from me.
I’m making strides to have dialogue with life. I’m walking down a garden path, something like that. And you’re looking at the trees, and then you start to look at them through your inner eye.
There’s a book called ‘The Baron in the Trees.’ A friend got that for me because I was kind of a tree-dwelling nomad for a bit. I kind of associate myself with the book.
When I was six, the Korean War broke out, and all the classrooms were destroyed by war. We studied under the trees or in whatever buildings were left.
On pavements and the bark of trees I have found whole worlds.
When I first started, it was really an innocent response to the needs of women in rural areas. When we started planting trees to meet their needs, there was nothing beyond that. I did not see all the issues that I have to come to deal with.
Learned to read, and for a while as a kid, you think books are just leaves on trees. Then suddenly, you think a human being is making that, and maybe you could do that.
Every time I found an egg to eat, or when I survived a storm in which trees were collapsing all around me, I felt that it was Providence. I don’t need to believe – I know.
It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it’s the most beautiful thing we have in our lives – time.
Aaah, summer – that long anticipated stretch of lazy, lingering days, free of responsibility and rife with possibility. It’s a time to hunt for insects, master handstands, practice swimming strokes, conquer trees, explore nooks and crannies, and make new friends.
Love doesn’t grow on trees like apples in Eden – it’s something you have to make. And you must use your imagination too.
Nature is impersonal, awe-inspiring, elegant, eternal. It’s geometrically perfect. It’s tiny and gigantic. You can travel far to be in a beautiful natural setting, or you can observe it in your backyard – or, in my case, in the trees lining New York City sidewalks, or in the clouds above skyscrapers.
I want to find more ways of planting trees and helping fight against deforestation.
During the mid-1990s, I collected thousands of hackberry fruits from trees all across the Midwest. I chemically analyzed each seed in order to formulate an equation relating the hackberry’s mineral makeup to the summer temperature under which it grew.
