#trees

They should not clench their fists, it’s my longing that’s drawing me near to them; they should not stand there full of rage, my longing is timidly drawing near to them; they should not be ready to pounce like vicious dogs, as if they wanted to tear my longing to shreds; they should not threaten with broad sleeves, that pains my longing. Why have they suddenly changed? As great and deep is my longing. No matter how difficult, no matter how menacing: I must reach them and I’m already there. ↗

— Robert Walser

#the-trees #change

The word that came to me now was "defiant." Because a person had to be defiant to be able to stand amid the wreckage of her life and instead of shaking a fist, pick up a hammer. ↗

— Karen White

#inspirational #karen-white #the-beach-trees #courage

It was Sunday, and Mumma had gone next door with Lena and the little ones. Under the pepper tree in the yard Pa was sorting, counting, the empty bottles he would sell back: the bottles going clink clink as Pa stuck them in the sack. The fowls were fluffing in the dust and sun: that crook-neck white pullet Mumma said she would hit on the head if only she had the courage to; but she hadn't. ↗

— Patrick White

#children #fathers #fowls #mothers #recycling

Full of beautiful grace so we steal their space, and death comes quickly. ↗

— Sara Quin

#beautiful-grace #death-comes-quickly #our-trees #sara-quin #steal

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have! ↗

— L.M. Montgomery

#l-m-montgomery #trees #dreams

At night I dream that you and I are two plants that grew together, roots entwined, and that you know the earth and the rain like my mouth, since we are made of earth and rain. ↗

— Pablo Neruda

#rain #trees #dreams

But the trees seemed to know me. They whispered among themselves and beckoned me nearer. And looking around, I noticed the other small trees and wild plants and grasses had sprung up under the protection of the trees we had placed there. The trees had multiplied! They were moving. In one small corner of the world, Grandfather's dream was coming true and the trees were moving again. ↗

— Ruskin Bond

#trees #dreams

Love is like a forest, I think as I kill trees by squandering toilet paper while “decorating” my ex girlfriend’s front yard.
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— Jarod Kintz

#crazy #decorate #decorating #forest #girlfriend

Wake me up from this dream and tell me. Things aren't as bad as they seem. ↗

— Sara Quin

#our-trees #sara-quin #tegan-and-sara #tegan-quin #things-aren-t-as-bad-as-the-seem

Within its gates I heard the sound Of winds in cypress caverns caught Of huddling tress that moaned, and sought To whisper what their roots had found. (“A Dream of Fear”) ↗

— George Sterling

#graveyard #horror #scary #supernatural #trees