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“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.”

Able Night Reading Felt Sleep Tree Security Mountain Forests Justify Huckleberry

Author:Kenzaburo Oe

“Life has loveliness to sell, / Music like a curve of gold, / Scent of pine trees in the rain, / Eyes that love you, arms that hold, / And for your spirit's still delight, / Holy thoughts that star the night.”

Stills Eye Spirit Night Stars Tree Love You Arms Holy Rain Gold Sells Delight Scent Curves Loveliness Pine Trees

Book:Love Songs

Source: Love Songs

“How about this miracle... God says if you plant the seed I will make the tree. Wow, you can't have a better arrangement than that. First, it gives God the tough end of the deal. What if you had to make a tree? That would keep you up late at night trying to figure out how to make a tree. God says, "No, leave the miracle part to me. I've got the seed, the soil, the sunshine, the rain and the seasons. I'm God and all this miracles stuff is easy for me. I have reserved something very special for you and that is to plant the seed.”

Ifs Giving Trying Firsts Ends Night Easy Stuff Deals Tree Special Figures Late Tough Rain Seasons Miracle Plant Seeds Soil Sunshine What If Wow Arrangements Reserved

Author:Jim Rohn

“Last night I dreamed that I came face to face with a picture I had done and forgotten, a forest done in simple movement, just forms of trees moving in space. That is the third time I have seen pictures in my dreams, a glint of what I am striving to attain.”

Done Dream Lasts Faces Moving Form Night Simple Space Tree Movement Thirds Strive Forgotten Forests Last Night Face To Face Moving In Third Time

Book:Hundreds and Thousands: The Journals of Emily Carr

Source: Hundreds and Thousands: The Journals of Emily Carr

“The really great visual experience today is to fly over a huge city and look down into the night. It's like a tremendous jubilant Christmas tree. You just feel life is worth living when you come down you may have some doubts.”

Feels Looks May Today Life Is Night Cities Doubt Progress Tree Huge Visuals Really Great Worth Living Christmas Tree Life Is Worth Living

Author:Gyorgy Kepes

“This bread I break was once the oat, This wine upon a foreign tree Plunged in its fruit; Man in the day or wind at night Laid the crops low, broke the grape's joy.”

Men Joy Night Break Tree Wind Lows Wine Fruit Bread Broke Crops Grapes

Book:The Poems of Dylan Thomas

Source: The Poems of Dylan Thomas

“The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees.”

Littles Night Voice Tree Owl

Book:Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail

Source: Ranch Life and the Hunting Trail

“The Arctic is a highway. The tree limit, the scarcity of trees, freed people to walk. Particularly in the wintertime. Which connected people physically, communicatively. And mythically. The long nights of winter free people to tell. And to listen.”

People Long Night Walks Tree Limits Winter Connected Highways Scarcity Arctic Wintertime Long Nights

Author:Nils-Aslak Valkeapaa

“Near our vineyard there was a pear tree laden with fruit that was not attractive in either flavor or form. One night, when I [at the age of sixteen] had played until dark on the sandlot with some other juvenile delinquents, we went to shake that tree and carry off its fruit. From it we carried off huge loads, not to feast on, but to throw to the pigs, although we did eat a few ourselves. We did it just because it was forbidden.”

Age Form Night Dark Tree Huge Fruit Attractive Shakes Load Pigs Flavor Forbidden One Night Sixteen Juvenile Vineyards Pears Delinquents Sandlot

Author:Saint Augustine

“My body, now close to fifty years of age, has become an old tree that bears bitter peaches, a snail which has lost its shell, a bagworm separated from its bag; it drifts with the winds and clouds that know no destination. Morning and night I have eaten traveler's fare, and have held out for alms a pilgrim's wallet.”

Knows Years Body Age Night Lost Morning Tree Wind Bears Clouds Bitter Fifty Bags Destination Shells Traveler Pilgrim Wallets Peaches Snail Alms Old Trees Morning And Night

Author:Matsuo Basho

“The howling pariah dogs, the cocks that herald dawn all night, the drumming, the moaning that will be found later white plumage huddled on telegraph wires in back gardens or fowl roosting in apple trees, the eternal sorrow that never sleeps of great Mexico.”

Night Found Sleep White Tree Dog Sorrow Eternal Garden Dawn Apples Mexico Wire All Night Fowl Moaning Drumming Telegraph Apple Trees Never Sleep Pariahs

Book:Under the Volcano: A Novel

Source: Under the Volcano: A Novel

“O days remember'd well! remember'd all! The bitter sweet, the honey and the gall; Those garden rambles in the silent night, Those trees so shady, and that moon se bright, That thickset alley by the arbor clos'd, That woodbine seat where we at last repos'd; And then the hopes that came and then were gone, Quick as the clouds beneath the moon past on.”

Wells Lasts Past Remember Night Gone Tree Sweet Moon Garden Silent Clouds Bitter Seats Honey Alleys Courtship Shady Bitter Sweet Silent Night Arbors

Author:George Crabbe

“For it is only framed in space that beauty blooms. Only in space are events and objects and people unique and significant-and therefore beautiful. A tree has significance if one sees it against the empty face of sky. A note in music gains significance from the silences on either side. A candle flowers in the space of night. Even small and casual things take on significance if they are washed in space, like a few autumn grasses in one corner of an Oriental painting, the rest of the page bare.”

“Lie in the sun with the child in your flesh shining like a jewel. Dream and sing, pagan, wise in your vitals. Stand still like a fat budding tree, like a stalk of corn athrob and aglisten in the heat. Lie like a mare panting with the dancing feet of colts against her sides. Sleep at night as the spring earth. Walk heavily as a wheat stalk at its full time bending towards the earth waiting for the reaper. Let your life swell downward so you become like a vase, a vessel. Let the unknown child knock and knock against you and rise like a dolphin within.”

“Romance is the truth of imagination and boyhood. Homer's horses clear the world at a bound. The child's eye needs no horizon to its prospect. The oriental tale is not too vast. Pearls dropping from trees are only falling leaves in autumn. The palace that grew up in a night merely awakens a wish to live in it. The impossibilities of fifty years are the commonplaces of five.”

Source: Pleasures,objects and advantages of literature

“At night the cries of cats making love or fighting, their caterwauling in the dark, told us that the world was pure emotion, flung back and forth among its creatures, the agony of the one-eyed Siamese no different from that of the Lisbon girls, and even the trees plunged in feeling.”

World Different Feelings Night Girl Fighting Dark Emotion Tree Cry Pure Creatures Cat Agony Making Love Back And Forth

Book:The Virgin Suicides: A Novel

Source: The Virgin Suicides: A Novel

“There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. Withered leaves crackled and snapped beneath his feet, as he crept softly on towards the house. The desolation of a winter night sat brooding on the earth, and in the sky. But, the red light came cheerily towards him from the windows; figures passed and repassed there; and the hum and murmur of voices greeted his ear sweetly.”

Source: Charles Dickens's works. Charles Dickens ed. [18 vols. of a 21 vol. set. Wanting A child's history of England; Christmas stories; The mystery of Edwin Drood].

“He lowered the window, and looked out at the rising sun. There was a ridge of ploughed land, with a plough upon it where it had been left last night when the horses were unyoked; beyond, a quiet coppice-wood, in which many leaves of burning red and golden yellow still remained upon the trees. Though the earth was cold and wet, the sky was clear, and the sun rose bright, placid, and beautiful.”

Source: THE GREATEST DICKENS CLASSICS (Illustrated Edition): Oliver Twist, The Pickwick Papers, Great Expectations, A Tale of Two Cities, Hard Times, David Copperfield, A Christmas Carol, Bleak House, Little Dorrit, Our Mutual Friend, The Life of Dickens

“Reflectors need to be placed on trees every 50 feet so people can hike at night with flashlights.”

People Needs God Night Tree Feet Stupidity Flashlights

Author:Dave Barry

“Franz Kafka is dead. He died in a tree from which he wouldn't come down. "Come down!" they cried to him. "Come down! Come down!" Silence filled the night, and the night filled the silence, while they waited for Kafka to speak. "I can't," he finally said, with a note of wistfulness. "Why?" they cried. Stars spilled across the black sky. "Because then you'll stop asking for me."”

Said I Can Night Speak Stars Black Silence Tree Sky Died Asking Filled Notes Cried History Of Love Wistfulness

Book:The History of Love: A Novel

Source: The History of Love: A Novel

“Then was I as a tree whose boughs did bend with fruit; but in one night, a storm or robbery, call it what you will, shook down my mellow hangings, nay, my leaves, and left me bare to weather.”

Night Left Tree Fruit Storm Weather One Night Robbery Mellow

Book:Cymbeline

Source: Cymbeline

“In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower, The spectral Owl doth dwell; Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour, But at the dusk--he's abroad and well! Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him-- All mock him outright, by day: But at night, when the woods grow still and dim, The boldest will shrink away! O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl, Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl!”

Wells Stills Night Fall Grows Hours Tree Bird Woods Forests Hated Dull Sunshine Gray Mates Towers Reign Shrinks Hollow Despised Mock Dusk Owl Fowl Roost

Author:Bryan Procter

“What can you conceive more silly and extravagant than to suppose a man racking his brains, and studying night and day how to fly? ... wearying himself with climbing upon every ascent, ... bruising himself with continual falls, and at last breaking his neck? And all this, from an imagination that it would be glorious to have the eyes of people looking up at him, and mighty happy to eat, and drink, and sleep, at the top of the highest trees in the kingdom.”

People Men Would Be Eye Lasts Science Night Fall Imagination Sleep Brain Study Tree Drink Highest Silly Kingdoms Glorious Necks Climbing Extravagant Ascent

Author:William Law

“Trees there were, old as trees can be, huge and grasping with hearts black as sin. Strange trees that some said walked in the night.”

Heart Said Night Black Sin Tree Strange Huge Grasping

Author:Neil Gaiman

“The cat will keep his side of the bargain. He will kill mice, and he will be kind to babies when he is in the house, just so long as they do not pull his tail too hard. But when he has done that, and between times, and when the moon gets up and night comes, he is the Cat that walks by himself, and all places are alike to him. Then he goes out to the Wet Wild Woods or up on the Wet Wild trees or on the Wet Wild roofs, waving his wild tail and walking by his wild lone.”

Kind Long Hard Done Night House Sides Walks Tree Baby Walking Moon Cat Woods Get Up Be Kind Wet Roof Tails Mice Bargains Lone

Book:Just So Stories and the Jungle Book

Source: Just So Stories and the Jungle Book

“Everything is holding its breath inside me. Everything is waiting to explode like Christmas. I want to be all new and shiny. I want to sit out bad at night, a boy around my neck and the wind under my skirt. Not this way, every evening talking to the trees, leaning out my window, imagining what I can't see.”

Way Want I Can Night Waiting Talking Boys Tree Wind Window Breaths Evening Necks Skirts

Book:The House on Mango Street

Source: The House on Mango Street

“I hit my knees every morning and every night to give thanks for being alive and all the blessings I have. And in the middle of chaos, it's been suggested to me to stop and truly look around, notice the sky, the trees, the grass, and realize you're part of it all, which is hard when you really want to focus on what you think is bothering you. However, one of the smartest things I do is check in with my awesome wife, who is really good at screwing my head back on when needed.”

Thinking Want Giving Looks Hard Night Realizing Morning Focus Alive Wife Tree Sky Middle Needed Blessing Chaos Checks Thanks Bother Grass Knees Every Night Every Morning Bothering You

Author:Patrick Fabian

“Use what you have, use what the world gives you. Use the first day of fall: bright flame before winter's deadness; harvest; orange, gold, amber; cool nights and the smell of fire. Our tree-lined streets are set ablaze, our kitchens filled with the smells of nostalgia: apples bubbling into sauce, roasting squash, cinnamon, nutmeg, cider, warmth itself. The leaves as they spark into wild color just before they die are the world's oldest performance art, and everything we see is celebrating one last violently hued hurrah before the black and white silence of winter.”

“If I'm reading about a river or the trees or the wind blowing or the stars at night, if you can hear that in the music in some way, you've wedded the two and your imagination takes off. To be able to hear that in music is really important.”

Ifs Way Two Important Able Night Reading Stars Imagination Tree Wind Music Is Rivers Wind Blowing

Author:Julie Andrews

“I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.”

Past Night Stars Tree Flower Fine Lays Branches Benches Trunks

Book:Georgia O'Keeffe

Source: Georgia O'Keeffe

“At night, what you see is a city, because all you see is lights. By day, it doesn't look like a city at all. The trees out-number the houses. And that's completely typical of Seattle. You can't quite tell: is it a city, is it a suburb, is the forest growing back?”

Looks Light Night House Numbers Cities Growing Tree Forests Typical Suburbs Seattle

Author:Jonathan Raban

“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”

Men Important Self Done Whole Night Grows Sound Alive Tree Calm Beloved Analysis Destructive Mysticism Fades Silent Night

Book:Flight to Arras

Source: Flight to Arras

“The night you gave me my birthday party... you were a young Lieutenant and I was a fragrant phantom, wasn't I? And it was a radiant night, a night of soft conspiracy and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best.”

Young Night Party Tree Conspiracy Phantoms Radiant My Birthday Birthday Party Lieutenants

Author:Zelda Fitzgerald

“Keep me up till five because all your stars are out, and for no other reason…Oh dare to do it Buddy! Trust your heart. You’re a deserving craftsman. It would never betray you. Good night. I’m feeling very much over-excited now, and a little dramatic, but I think I’d give almost anything on earth to see you writing a something, an anything, a poem, a tree, that was really and truly after your own heart.”

Thinking Giving Writing Heart Littles Reason Feelings Earth Night Stars Five Tree Dare Excited Dramatic Betray Buddy Deserving Good Night Craftsman Trust Your Heart

Author:J. D. Salinger

“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

“Journey’s end In western lands beneath the Sun The flowers may rise in Spring, The trees may bud, the waters run, The merry finches sing. Or there maybe 'tis cloudless night, And swaying branches bear The Elven-stars as jewels white Amid their branching hair. Though here at journey's end I lie In darkness buried deep, Beyond all towers strong and high, Beyond all mountains steep, Above all shadows rides the Sun And Stars for ever dwell: I will not say the Day is done, Nor bid the Stars farewell.J.”

“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people's eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.”

People World Eye Earth Beautiful Moving Night House Sides Millions Tree Shapes Depression Shadow Stones Miles Beautiful Things Closets Drawers Suitcases Bell Jar

Book:the bell jar

Source: the bell jar

“There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound; And frogs in the pool singing at night, And wild plum trees in tremulous white; Robins will wear their feathery fire, Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire; And not one will know of the war, not one Will care at last when it is done. Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree, If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself when she woke at dawn Would scarcely know that we were gone.”

Ifs Knows Mind War Done Care Lasts Night Sound White Gone Fire Tree Mankind Spring Singing Lows Bird Rain Smell Dawn Pool Fence Wire Frogs Whim Robins Plums Whistling

Book:Collected Poems

Source: Collected Poems

“The blackness he woke to on those nights was sightless and impenetrable. A blackness to hurt your ears with listening. Often he had to get up. No sound but the wind in the trees. He rose and stood tottering in that cold autistic dark with his arms outheld for balance while the vestibular calculations in his skull cranked out their reckonings.”

Night Sound Hurt Dark Tree Wind Arms Listening Cold Balance Ears Rose Get Up Calculations Skulls Blackness Autistic Reckoning Wind In The Trees

Book:The Road

Source: The Road