Browsing Topic Best Dead Trees Quotes

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.

I am a veteran of the War on Christmas. I am just emerging from a battlefield strewn with dead trees and torn shreds of brightly colored wrapping paper.

If a tree dies, plant another in its place.

A dead tree, falling, made less havoc than a live one. It seemed as though a live tree went down fighting, like an animal.

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

I can drown a drink of water. I can kill a dead tree. Don’t mess with Muhammad Ali.

The real jewel of my disease-ridden woodlot is the prothonotary warbler. … The flash of his gold-and-blue plumage amid the dank decay of the June woods is in itself proof that dead trees are transmuted into living animals, and vice versa.

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.

What I really think is that our current model of copyright is fundamentally broken. We badly need to replace it with a different system for remunerating creators, which gets it the hell out of the face of the public (who were never aware of it to begin with in the pre-internet dead tree era). Unfortunately, the current copyright model is enshrined in international trade treaty law, making it almost impossible to work around.

A bulger of a place it is. The number of the ships beat me all hollow, and looked for all the world like a big clearing in the West, with the dead trees all standing.

As I look back on my fondness for the outdoors, and specifically the elements in nature that I find visually stimulating, I am surprised at how often the theme of dead trees arise. I guess it’s that each one seems to have a story of its own, representing many years of living through everything that nature could throw at them.

To me, all the juice of a book is in an unpublished manuscript, and the published book is like a dead tree – just good for cutting up and building your house with.

Every creature is better alive than dead, men and moose and pine trees, and he who understands it aright will rather preserve its life than destroy it.

Jesus cursed a living tree and it died; Mohammed blessed a dead tree and it lived.

The Good Lord Bird don’t run in a flock. He Flies alone. You know why? He’s searching. Looking for the right tree. And when he sees that tree, that dead tree that’s taking all the nutrition and good things from the forest floor. He goes out and he gnaws at it, and he gnaws at it till the thing gets tired and it falls down. And the dirt from it raises other trees. It gives them good things to eat. It makes ’em strong. Gives ’em life. And the circle goes ’round.