Wind In The Trees Quotes by John Muir, Khalil Gibran, Frank Lloyd Wright, Alexander Masters, Robert Louis Stevenson, e. e. cummings and many others.
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn.
And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified ears – as the song of birds, wind in the trees, animal cries, or as the voices and songs of his loved ones once filled his heart. He is sidewalk-happy.
For a moment, I believe, there was a stillness. A shocking realization by all things – beetles, dormice, the spiders spinning their webs in the moonlight, even the hot metal of the tracks and the wind in the trees – that Death had just shrieked past like a stinking black eagle and made off with a remarkable man.
It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
A wind has blown the rain away and blown the sky away and all the leaves away, and the trees stand. I think, I too, have known autumn too long.
The words of the scholar are to be understood. The words of the master are not to be understood. They are to be listened to as one listens to the wind in the trees and the sound of the river and the song of the bird. They will awaken something within the heart that is beyond all knowledge.
Good timber does not grow with ease; the stronger the wind, the stronger the trees
Listen to no one’s advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind.
The sky is my prayer, the birds are my prayer, the wind in the trees is my prayer, for God is all in all.
Silence is golden for me. I live in the country and hear only my pets, birds, crickets, and the wind in the trees.
I love the sound of the wind in the trees and the song of the birds and the shuffle in the leaves of my many woodland friends.