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“The proprietor had hair so red that pigmentation had flowed out into every visible inch of his skin and even into the pinks of his eyes, as the colour of flowering cherry trees stains their leaves.”

Eye Tree Hair Red Skins His Eyes Colour Visible Inches Stains Cherries Flowering Cherry Trees

Author:Quentin Crisp

“A glad welcome to this affirmation by a group of psychologists that the self does not stop at the skin nor even with the circle of human relationships but is interwoven with the lives of trees and animals and soil; that caring for the deepest needs of persons and caring for our threatened planet are not in conflict.”

Needs Humans Persons Doe Self Animal Groups Tree Planets Conflict Skins Caring Circles Glad Welcome Soil Threatened Affirmation Psychologist Human Relations Human Relationships

Author:Mary Catherine Bateson

“Do you know why the leaves change colour?... Before a tree sheds a leaf it pumps it full of all the poison it can't rid itself of otherwise. That red there--that's a man's skin blotching with burst veins after an assassin spikes his last meal with roto-weed. The poison spreading through him before he dies.”

Knows Men Lasts Dies Tree Red Skins Meals Poison Colour Do You Know Weed Shed Leafs Veins Pumps Assassins

Author:Mark Lawrence

“... not only is life put in new patterns from the air, but it is somehow arrested, frozen into form. (The leaping hare is caught in a marble panel.) A glaze is put over life. There is no flaw, no crack in the surface; a still reservoir, no ripple on its face. Looking down from the air that morning, I felt that stillness rested like a light over the earth. The waterfalls seemed frozen solid; the tops of the trees were still; the river hardly stirred, a serpent gently moving under its shimmering skin.”

“I became intensely aware of the being-ness of trees. The feel of rough sun-warmed bark of an ancient forest giant, or the cool, smooth skin of a young and eager sapling, gave me a strange, intuitive sense of the sap as it was sucked up by unseen roots and drawn up to the very tips of the branches, high overhead.”

Feels Young Sun Tree Strange Roots Skins Ancient Forests Giants Branches Rough Smooth Unseen Intuitive Bark Sap Overhead Saplings Smooth Skin

Author:Jane Goodall

“See, then, how powerful religion is; it commands the heart, it commands the vitals. Morality,--that comes with a pruning-knife, and cuts off all sproutings, all wild luxuriances; but religion lays the axe to the root of the tree. Morality looks that the skin of the apple be fair; but religion searcheth to the very core.”

Looks Heart Religion Powerful Cutting Tree Morality Fairs Roots Skins Lays Core Command Apples Knives Pruning

Author:Nathaniel Culverwell

“The Bishop has a skin, God knows, Wrinkled like the foot of a goose, (All find safety in the tomb.) Nor can he hide in holy black The heron's hunch upon his back, But a birch-tree stood my Jack.”

Knows Humanity Black Tree Feet Holy Skins Safety Hypocrisy God Knows Tombs Bishops Geese Hunches Herons Birch Trees

Book:The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition

Source: The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats: Volume I: The Poems, 2nd Edition

“The imagination doesn't crop annually like a reliable fruit tree. The writer has to gather whatever's there: sometimes too much, sometimes too little, sometimes nothing at all. And in the years of glut there is always a slatted wooden tray in some cool, dark attic, which the writer nervously visits from time to time; and yes, oh dear, while he's been hard at work downstairs, up in the attic there are puckering skins, warning spots, a sudden brown collapse and the sprouting of snowflakes. What can he do about it?”

Writing Years Littles Sometimes Hard Imagination Dark Too Much Tree Skins Fruit Dear Spots Brown Warning Collapse Crops Snowflake Attics Trays Fruit Trees

Author:Julian Barnes

“My family would be supportive if I said I wanted to be a Martian, wear only banana skins, make love to ashtrays, and eat tree bark.”

Ifs Said Would Be Wanted Tree My Family Skins Making Love Supportive Bark Bananas Martians Ashtrays Supportive Family

Author:Casey Affleck

“I had found a new friend. The surprising thing is where I’d found him – not up a tree or sulking in the shade, or splashing around in one of the hill streams, but in a book. No one had told us kids to look there for a friend. Or that you could slip inside the skin of another. Or travel to another place with marshes, and where, to our ears, the bad people spoke like pirates.”

People Looks Book Kids Found Tree Skins Ears Hills Streams Spokes Shade Slips Surprising Pirate Bad People New Friends Marshes Sulking Surprising Things Splashing

Book:Mister Pip

Source: Mister Pip

“A black shadow dropped down into the circle. It was Bagheera the Black Panther, inky black all over, but with the panther markings showing up in certain lights like the pattern of watered silk. Everybody knew Bagheera, and nobody cared to cross his path, for he was as cunning as Tabaqui, as bold as the wild buffalo, and as reckless as the wounded elephant. But he had a voice as soft as wild honey dripping from a tree, and a skin softer than down.”

Source: Collected Works of Rudyard Kipling (Illustrated Edition): 5 Novels & 350+ Short Stories, Poetry, Historical Military Works and Autobiographical Writings from one of the most popular writers in England, known for The Jungle Book, Kim, The Man Who Would Be King

“Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast ‘em, fry and roast ‘em! till beards blaze, and eyes glaze; till hair smells and skins crack, fat melts, and bones black in cinders lie beneath the sky! So dwarves shall die, and light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Ya-harri-hey! Ya hoy!”

Light Eye Lying Night Dies Black Tree Sky Hair Skins Delight Bones Smell Fats Hey Ems Cracks Beard Toasts Torches Dwarves Ferns

Book:The Hobbit

Source: The Hobbit

“I was in Cancun, Mexico, sitting in a disappearing-edge swimming pool, on a bar stool that was actually under the water, watching palm trees sway in a sultry breeze against the unmistakable aqua splendor of the Caribbean Sea; drinking coconut, lime, and tequila from a scooped-out pineapple, with salt spray of breaking surf and sun kissing my skin. Translation: I'd died and gone to heaven.”

“I sing of a woman with ink on her hands and pictures hidden beneath her hair. I sing of a dog with skin like velvet pushed the wrong way.I sing of the shape a fallen body makes in the dirt beneath a tree, and I sing of an ordinary man who is wanted to know things no human being could tell him.This is the true beginning.”

Knows Men Way Humans Body Hands Wanted Human Beings Tree Dog Hair Shapes Ordinary Skins Fallen Dirt Ink Wrong Way Velvet Ordinary Man

Book:The Dogs of Babel

Source: The Dogs of Babel

“they ran in the sunlight, creating their own breeze which pressed their dresses into their damp skin. Reaching a kind of square of four locked trees which promised cooling; they flung themselves into the shade to taste their lip sweat and contemplate the wildness that had come upon them so suddenly”

Kind Four Tree Taste Creating Skins Dresses Lips Ran Reaching Shade Squares Sweat Locked Contemplating Sunlight Breeze Wildness Damp Cooling

Book:Sula

Source: Sula

“Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick to our slickness like skins we will wear forever. And just like that, I am changed.”

Body Speak Language Forever Tree Changed Mouths Rain Skins Sticks Shakes Rebirth Petals

Book:The Sweet Far Thing

Source: The Sweet Far Thing

“I don't know what rituals my kids will carry into adulthood, whether they'll grow up attached to homemade pizza on Friday nights, or the scent of peppers roasting over a fire, or what. I do know that flavors work their own ways under the skin, into the heart of longing. Where my kids are concerned I find myself hoping for the simplest things: that if someday they crave orchards where their kids can climb into the branches and steal apples, the world will have trees enough with arms to receive them.”

“I thought I would love you forever—and, a little, I may, in the way I still move toward a crate, knees bent, or reach for a man: as one might stretch for the three or four fruit that lie in the sun at the top of the tree; too ripe for any moment but this, they open their skin at first touch, yielding sweetness, sweetness and heat, and in me, each time since, the answering yes.”

Men Way Firsts May Littles Stills Moments Might Moving Lying Three Sun Forever Four Tree Love You Skins Fruit Knees Heat Bent Sweetness Ripe Love You Forever

Author:Jane Hirshfield

“When I think back about my immediate reaction to that redheads girl, it seems to spring from an appreciation of natural beauty. I mean the heart pleasure you get from looking at speckled leaves or the palimpsested bark of plane trees in Provence. There was something richly appealing to her color combination, the ginger snaps floating in the milk-white skin, the golden highlights in the strawberry hair. it was like autumn, looking at her. It was like driving up north to see the colors.”

“Haldir had gone on and was now climbing to the high flet. As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree's skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself.”

Feels Hands Felt Gone Tree Skins Prepared Delight Woods Climbing Ladders Texture Carpenter Frodo

Book:The Lord of the Rings: One Volume

Source: The Lord of the Rings: One Volume

“And there, row upon row, with the soft gleam of flowers opened at morning, with the light of this June sun glowing through a faint skin of dust, would stand the dandelion wine. Peer through it at the wintry day - the snow melted to grass, the trees were reinhabitated with bird, leaf, and blossoms like a continent of butterflies breathing on the wind. And peering through, color sky from iron to blue. Hold summer in your hand, pour summer in a glass, a tiny glass of course, the smallest tingling sip for children; change the season in your veins by raising glass to lip and tilting summer in”

Source: Dandelion Wine