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“A dead hydrangea is as intricate and lovely as one in bloom. Bleak sky is as seductive as sunshine, miniature orange trees without blossom or fruit are not defective; they are that.”

Tree Sky Fruit Lovely Sunshine Orange Seductive Intricate Bleak Defective Miniatures Orange Trees

Book:Tar Baby

Source: Tar Baby

“I never felt magic crazy as this I never saw moons knew the meaning of the sea I never held emotion in the palm of my hand Or felt sweet breezes in the top of a tree But now you're here Brighten my northern sky.”

Hands Felt Emotion Saws Magic Tree Sea Sky Crazy Sweet Moon Palms Breeze

Author:Nick Drake

“The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the crisp sharp promise of frost in the air, but it wasn't that way. It rained and little puddles of water shone under the street lamps on Main Street. In the woods in the darkness beyond the Fair Ground water dripped from the black trees.”

Way Should Years Littles Has Beens Night Black Water Darkness Air Tree Sky Streets Fine Promise Moon Fairs Should Have Woods Lamps Should Have Been Frost Crisps Puddles Fruition Main Street

Book:Winesburg, Ohio

Source: Winesburg, Ohio

“Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind, Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves, The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach, Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow. Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands, With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves, Let me forget about today until tomorrow.”

Mind Hands Today Past Memories Forget Fate Tree Sea Sky Crazy Tomorrow Sorrow Let Me Wave Driven Rings Ruins Smoke Beach Sand Frightened Take Me Diamond Frozen Twisted Circus Of My Mind Windy

Author:Bob Dylan

“I glanced out the window at the signs of spring. The sky was almost blue, the trees were almost budding, the sun was almost bright.”

Sun Tree Sky Spring Window Blue

Book:Bowl of Cherries: A Novel

Source: Bowl of Cherries: A Novel

“Who's this—alone with stone and sky? It's only my old dog and I— It's only him; it's only me; Alone with stone and grass and tree. What share we most—we two together? Smells, and awareness of the weather. What is it makes us more than dust? My trust in him; in me his trust.”

Two Together Tree Sky Share Awareness Dog Stones Smell Weather Dust Grass Me Alone Old Dog

Book:Sequences

Source: Sequences

“He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.”

“You could be the leaf that never falls from the tree you could be the sun that never leaves the sky this might be the happy ending without the ending this might be a reason to try”

Trying Reason Might Fall Sun Tree Sky Leafs Happy Endings

Book:How They Met and Other Stories

Source: How They Met and Other Stories

“time is a tree (this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough”

Long Enough Love Is Tree Sky This Life Leafs

Book:100 Selected Poems

Source: 100 Selected Poems

“Whoever you are: in the evening step out of your room, where you know everything; yours is the last house before the far-off: whoever you are. With your eyes, which in their weariness barely free themselves from the worn-out threshold, you lift very slowly one black tree and place it against the sky: slender, alone. And you have made the world. And it is huge and like a word which grows ripe in silence. And as your will seizes on its meaning, tenderly your eyes let it go.”

Knows World Made Eye Lasts House Grows Black Rooms Silence Steps Tree Sky Huge Evening Lifts Worn Let It Go Ripe Threshold Weariness Worn Out Slender Your Room

Book:The Book of Images

Source: The Book of Images

“Now this is the Law of the Jungle -- as old and as true as the sky; And the Wolf that shall keep it may prosper, but the Wolf that shall break it must die. As the creeper that girdles the tree-trunk the Law runneth forward and back -- For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.”

May Law Dies Leadership Break Tree Sky Packs Jungle Trunks Girdles Tree Trunks Creepers Packs Of Wolves Wolf Packs

Author:Rudyard Kipling

“If only, if only," the woodpecker sighs, "The bark on the tree was as soft as the skies." While the wolf waits below, hungry and lonely, Crying to the moo-oo-oon, "If only, If only.”

Ifs Waiting Tree Sky Cry Lonely Hungry Sigh Bark Woodpeckers

Book:Holes

Source: Holes

“What miracle is this? This giant tree. It stands ten thousand feet high But doesn't reach the ground. Still it stands. Its roots must hold the sky.”

Stills Tree Feet Sky Thousand Ten Roots Miracle Giants

Author:Mark Z. Danielewski

“Faërie contains many things besides elves and fays, and besides dwarfs, witches, trolls, giants, or dragons; it holds the seas, the sun, the moon, the sky; and the earth, and all things that are in it: tree and bird, water and stone, wine and bread, and ourselves, mortal men, when we are enchanted.”

Men Earth Water Sun Tree Sea Sky Moon Bird All Things Stones Wine Bread Mortals Giants Dragons Witch Enchanted Dwarfs Troll

Book:Tales from the Perilous Realm

Source: Tales from the Perilous Realm

“You know Balbec so well - do you have friends in the area?' I have friends wherever there are companies of trees, wounded but not vanquished, which huddle together with touching obstinacy to implore an inclement and pitiless sky.' That is not what I meant,' interrupted my father, as obstinate as the trees and as pitiless as the sky.”

Knows Wells Together Father Company Tree Sky Areas Touching Wounded Interrupted Obstinate Obstinacy

Book:In Search of Lost Time: The Way by Swann's

Source: In Search of Lost Time: The Way by Swann's

“The snow lay thin and apologetic over the world. That wide grey sweep was the lawn, with the straggling trees of the orchard still dark beyond; the white squares were the roofs of the garage, the old barn, the rabbit hutches, the chicken coops. Further back there were only the flat fields of Dawson's farm, dimly white-striped. All the broad sky was grey, full of more snow that refused to fall. There was no colour anywhere.”

World Stills Fall Dark White Tree Sky Fields Lays Wide Snow Colour Flats Chickens Broads Farms Squares Roof Grey Rabbits Lawns Garage Barns Orchard Apologetic

Author:Susan Cooper

“When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature is heard to cry aloud At what has happened. Birds, at least must know It is the change to darkness in the sky. Murmuring something quiet in her breast, One bird begins to close a faded eye; Or overtaken too far from his nest, Hurrying low above the grove, some waif Swoops just in time to his remembered tree. At most he thinks or twitters softly, 'Safe! Now let the night be dark for all of me. Let the night be too dark for me to see Into the future. Let what will be, be.”

Thinking Knows Eye Night Voice Dark Darkness Sun Happened Heard Tree Sky Cry Quiet Safe Lows Bird Clouds Burning Remembered Breasts Rays Nests Faded Grove Hurrying Murmuring

Book:Complete Poems of Robert Frost: 1949

Source: Complete Poems of Robert Frost: 1949

“Winter came and the city [Chicago] turned monochrome -- black trees against gray sky above white earth. Night now fell in midafternoon, especially when the snowstorms rolled in, boundless prairie storms that set the sky close to the ground, the city lights reflected against the clouds”

Light Earth Night Black White Cities Tree Sky Winter Clouds Storm Gray Chicago Boundless Prairie Snowstorms City Lights Monochrome Gray Skies

Author:Barack Obama

“She sat down on one of her grandmother's uncomfortable armchairs, and the cat sprang up into her lap and made itself comfortable. The light that came through the picture window was daylight, real golden late-afternoon daylight, not a white mist light. The sky was a robin's-egg blue, and Coraline could see trees and, beyond the trees, green hills, which faded on the horizon into purples and grays. The sky had never seemed so sky, the world had never seemed so world ... Nothing, she thought, had ever been so interesting.”

Source: Coraline

“Your chances of getting hit by lighting go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "Storms suck!!”

Ifs Chance Tree Sky Storm Shakes Fists Lighting

Author:Johnny Carson

“By now, the morning sun was just over the horizon and it came at me like a sidearm pitch between the houses of my old neighborhood. I shielded my eyes. This being early October, there were already piles of leaves pushed against the curb—more leaves than I remembered from my autumns here—andless open space in the sky. I think what you notice most when you haven’t been home in a while is how much the trees have grown around your memories.”

Thinking Home Eye House Memories Space Morning Sun Tree Sky Havens Remembered Neighborhood Autumn Horizon October Curb Open Spaces Morning Sun Old Neighborhood

Book:For One More Day

Source: For One More Day

“A narrow pond would form in the orchard, water clear as air covering grass and black leaves and fallen branches, all around it black leaves and drenched grass and fallen branches, and on it, slight as an image in an eye, sky, clouds, trees, our hovering faces and our cold hands.”

Hands Eye Faces Form Black Water Clear Air Tree Sky Cold Clouds Grass Fallen Branches Covering Ponds Orchard Hovering

Book:Housekeeping: A Novel

Source: Housekeeping: A Novel

“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

“There's a tree that grows in Brooklyn. Some people call it the Tree of Heaven. No matter where its seed falls, it makes a tree which struggles to reach the sky. It grows in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps. It grows up out of cellar gratings. It is the only tree that grows out of cement. It grows lushly . . . survives without sun, water, and seemingly without earth. It would be considered beautiful except that there are too many of it.”

People Matter Would Be Earth Beautiful Fall Heaven Grows Water Struggle Sun Growing Up Tree Sky Seeds Neglected Brooklyn Rubbish Cement Cellars

Author:Betty Smith

“They say that in the hour before an earthquake the clouds hang leaden in the sky, the winds slows to a hot breath, and the birds fall quiet in the trees of the town square. Yes but these are the same portents that precede lunchtime, frankly.”

Fall Hours Tree Sky Wind Quiet Bird Towns Hot Breaths Clouds Squares Earthquakes Lunchtime Portents

Book:Chris Cleave Ebook Boxed Set: Little Bee, Incendiary, Gold

Source: Chris Cleave Ebook Boxed Set: Little Bee, Incendiary, Gold

“Ah! Up then from the ground sprang I And hailed the earth with such a cry As is not heard save from a man Who has been dead, and lives again. About the trees my arms I wound; Like one gone mad I hugged the ground; I raised my quivering arms on high; I laughed and laughed into the sky.”

Men Has Beens Earth Gone Heard Tree Sky Cry Arms Mad Raised Wounds Laughed

Book:Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems

Source: Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems

“Then the sun broke above the crest of the hills and the entire countryside looked soaked in blood, the arroyos deep in shadow, the cones of dead volcanoes stark and biscuit-colored against the sky. I could smell pinion trees, wet sage, woodsmoke, cattle in the pastures, and creek water that had melted from snow. I could smell the way the country probably was when it was only a dream in the mind of God.”

Way Mind Country Dream Water Sun Tree Blood Sky Shadow Smell Snow Hills Broke Wet Sage Countryside Starks Cattle Volcanoes Pastures Biscuits Creeks Cones

Book:Jesus Out to Sea: Stories

Source: Jesus Out to Sea: Stories

“At that time, I often thought that if I had had to live in the trunk of a dead tree, with nothing to do but look up at the sky flowing overhead, little by little I would have gotten used to it.”

Ifs Looks Littles Used Tree Sky Stranger Look Up Existentialism Trunks Overhead Dead Trees

Author:Albert Camus

“The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky.”

Firsts Winning Force Tree Sky Endure Seeds Stem Trunks Tree Of Life Timber Tree Trunks Dead Trees

Author:Antoine de Saint-Exupery

“VIDEO ARCHIVE- INTERVIEW 24768 . GOLD-EYE I like trees… grass… only birds in sky. People walking safe. Family No Creatures. Sleep all night safe. Walk under sun in own place. Grow plants. Build. Be father with mother. Have Children. A place like Petar told me. Home. After Change goes back… I want home.”

People Want Children Home Eye Mother Night Father Grows Sleep Walks Sun Tree Sky Walking Safe Creatures Bird Gold Plant Video Grass Interviews All Night Archives

Author:Garth Nix

“Again and Again, however, we know the language of love, and the little churchyard with its lamenting names and the staggeringly secret abyss in which others find their end: again and again the two of us go out under the ancient trees, make our bed again and again between the flowers, face to face with the skies”

Knows Littles Two Ends Faces Names Language Secret Tree Sky Flower Bed Ancient Again And Again Abyss Face To Face Two Of Us Language Of Love Ancient Trees

Book:Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)

Source: Shiver Trilogy (Shiver, Linger, Forever)

“If I am ever to find these trees meaningful I must have you by the hand. As it is, they stretch dusty fingers into an obscure sky, and the snow looks up like a face dirtied with tears. Should I cry out and see what happens? There could only be a stranger wandering in this landscape, cold, unfortunate, himself frozen fast in wintry eyes.”

Ifs Should Looks Hands Happens Eye Faces Tree Sky Cry Tears Cold Fingers Stranger Meaningful Snow Wander Landscape Look Up Should I Unfortunate Obscure Frozen

Book:Meditations in an Emergency

Source: Meditations in an Emergency

“here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)”

Source: Like a perhaps hand: Poems. Gedichte

“She was always puzzled that people say that darkness falls. To her it seemed instead to rise, massing under trees an shrubs, pouring out from under furniture, only reaching the sky when the spaces near the ground were full.”

People Fall Space Darkness Tree Sky Reaching Furniture Pouring Puzzled Shrubs

Book:The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane

Source: The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane

“No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps, and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements districts.... That was the kind of tree it was. It liked poor people.”

People Kind Made Matter Poor Tree Sky Grew Seeds Poor People Neglected Rubbish Cement Tenements

Book:A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

Source: A Tree Grows in Brooklyn

“December stillness, teach me through your trees That loom along the west, one with the land, The veiled evangel of your mysteries. While nightfall, sad and spacious, on the down Deepens, and dusk embues me where I stand, With grave diminishings of green and brown, Speak, roofless Nature, your instinctive words; And let me learn your secret from the sky, Following a flock of steadfast-journeying birds In lone remote migration beating by. December stillness, crossed by twilight roads, Teach me to travel far and bear my loads.”

Speak Secret Teach Mystery Tree Sky Land Bears Bird Let Me Green West Following Graves Brown Stillness Twilight Load December Flocks Migration Dusk Lone Steadfast Nightfall

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“The cats at the edge of the clearing were staring up at the sky, their eyes huge with fear. As he looked upward, Fireheart heard the beating of wings and saw a hawk circling above the trees, its harsh cry drifting on the air. At the same time he realized that one cat had not taken shelter; Snowkit was tumbling and playing in the middle of the open space. "Snowkit!" Speckletail yowled desperately.”

Eye Space Taken Saws Heard Air Tree Sky Middle Cry Huge Cat Wings Edges Staring Shelter Harsh Drifting Hawks Clearing Open Spaces Tumbling

Author:Erin Hunter

“At the heart of all beauty lies something inhuman, and these hills, the softness of the sky, the outline of these trees at this very minute lose the illusory meaning with which we had clothed them, henceforth more remote than a lost paradise . . . that denseness and that strangeness of the world is absurd.”

World Heart Art Lying Lost Loses Beauty Tree Sky Minutes Absurd Hills Paradise Outlines Inhuman Strangeness Softness Illusory

Book:The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays

Source: The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays

“The bowed head, the buried face. She is silent, she will never speak, never forgive, never reach a hand, never leave this frozen present tense. All waits, suspended. Suspended the autumn trees, the autumn sky, anonymous people. A blackbird, poor fool, sings out of season from the willows by the lake. A flight of pigeons over the houses; fragments of freedom, hazard, an anagram made flesh. And somewhere the stinging smell of burning leaves.”

“i thank You God for most this amazing day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything which is natural which is infinite which is yes (i who have died am alive again today, and this is the sun's birthday; this is the birth day of life and of love and wings: and of the gay great happening illimitably earth) how should tasting touching hearing seeing breathing any--lifted from the no of all nothing--human merely being doubt unimaginable You? (now the ears of my ears awake and now the eyes of my eyes are opened)”

Source: AnOther E.E. Cummings

“An oak tree and a rosebush grew, Young and green together, Talking the talk of growing things- Wind and water and weather. And while the rosebush sweetly bloomed The oak tree grew so high That now it spoke of newer things- Eagles, mountain peaks and sky. "I guess you think you're pretty great," The rose was heard to cry, Screaming as loud as it possibly could To the treetop in the sky. "And now you have no time for flower talk, Now that you've grown so tall." "It's not so much that I've grown," said the tree, "It's just that you've stayed so small.”

“Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of night Comes the morn with rosy light. Fold your wings, go to sleep, Rest your gizzards, Safe you'll be for the day. Glaux is nigh. Far away is first black, But it shall seep back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.”

Source: Guardians of Ga'Hoole Collection: Legend of the Guardians

“Down the winding cavern we groped our tedious way, till a void boundless as the nether sky appeared beneath us, and we held by the roots of trees and hung over this immensity; but I said: if you please we will commit ourselves to this void and see whether providence is here also.”

Ifs Way Said Tree Sky Please Roots Commit Void Providence Hung Boundless Tedious Immensity Caverns

Book:Blake: The Complete Poems

Source: Blake: The Complete Poems

“I saw the spiders marching through the air, Swimming from tree to tree that mildewed day In latter August when the hay Came creaking to the barn. But where The wind is westerly, Where gnarled November makes the spiders fly Into the apparitions of the sky, They purpose nothing but their ease and die Urgently beating east to sunrise and the sea.”

Purpose Dies Saws Air Tree Sea Sky Wind East Ease Latter Swimming Sunrise Spiders August November Barns Hay Apparitions

Author:Robert Lowell

“They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the "blaze of passion" often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.”

Earth Passion Tree Feet Sky Clouds Driven Doctor Zhivago

Author:Boris Pasternak

“They had stopped now and he gave a glance up at the sky, through the trees, as though to see how much time was left. Amber, watching him, was suddenly struck with panic. Now he was going--out again into that great world with its bustle and noise and excitement--and she must stay here. She had a terrible new feeling of loneliness, as if she stood in some solitary corner at a party where she was the only stranger. Those places he had seen, she would never see; those fine things he had done, she would never do. But worst of all she would never see him again.”

Ifs World Done Feelings Left Party Tree Sky Worst Loneliness Fine Terrible Corners Stranger Noise Excitement Panic Solitary Going Out Glances Amber Fine Things Bustle New Feelings

Book:Forever Amber

Source: Forever Amber

“Now I am quietly waiting for the catastrophe of my personality to seem beautiful again, and interesting, and modern. The country is grey and brown and white in trees, snows and skies of laughter always diminishing, less funny not just darker, not just grey. It may be the coldest day of the year, what does he think of that? I mean, what do I? And if I do, perhaps I am myself again.”

Ifs Thinking Years May Mean Doe Country Seems Beautiful Waiting White Interesting Tree Sky Modern Personality Laughter Snow Brown Catastrophe Grey Days Of The Year

Book:The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara

Source: The Collected Poems of Frank O'Hara

“Before birth; yes, what time was it then? A time like now, and when they were dead, it would be still like now: these trees, that sky, this earth, those acorn seeds, sun and wind, all the same, while they, with dust-turned hearts, change only.”

Inspirational Heart Stills Would Be Earth Sun Tree Sky Wind Birth Seeds Dust Acorns

Book:Other Voices, Other Rooms

Source: Other Voices, Other Rooms

“If we're open to it, God can use even the smallest thing to change our lives... to change us. It might be a laughing child, car brakes that need fixing, a sale on pot roast, a cloudless sky, a trip to the woods to cut down a Christmas tree, a school teacher, a Dunhill Billiard pipe...or even a pair of shoes. Some people will never believe. They may feel that such things are too trivial, too simple, or too insignificant to forever change a life. But I believe. And I always will.”

Source: The Christmas Collection: The Christmas Shoes, The Christmas Blessing, and The Christmas Hope

“Bean finds the best apple in our tree and hands it up to me. "You know what this tastes like when you first bite into it?" she asks. "No, what?" "Blue sky." "You're zoomed." "You ever eat blue sky?" "No," I admit. "Try it sometime," she says. "It's apple-flavored.”

Knows Trying Firsts Hands Asks Tree Sky Taste Blue Apples Bites Beans Blue Sky

Author:Rodman Philbrick

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