— Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
— Denise Levertov Poet 1923 - 1997
Context: Fire he sang, that trees fear, and I, a tree, rejoiced in its flames. New buds broke forth from me though it was full summer. As though his lyre (now I knew its name) were both frost and fire, its chords flamed up to the crown of me. I was seed again. I was fern in the swamp. I was coal.
— Girija Vyas Indian politician 1946
Quoted in Sangeeta Barooah Pisharoty, "Poetic identity," http://www.hindu.com/mag/2008/10/19/stories/2008101950080200.htmThe Hindu, India, 19 October 2008
„Desire may be compared to a minute seed. It is like a big banyan tree growing out of a seed, which is no bigger than a dot.“
— Sarada Devi Hindu religious figure, spiritual consort of Ramakrishna 1853 - 1920
— Stephen Spender English poet and man of letters 1909 - 1995
Context: Under the olive trees, from the ground Grows this flower, which is a wound. It is easier to ignore Than the heroes' sunset fire Of death plunged in their willed desire Raging with flags on the world's shore. "The Coward"
„For Poetry is the wisdom of the blood,
That scarlet tree within, which has the power
To make dull words bud forth and burst in flower.“
— Osbert Sitwell British baronet 1892 - 1969
"When First the Poets Sung", line 47. These lines were repeatedly drawn on by Sitwell in his later works.
— Samuel Taylor Coleridge English poet, literary critic and philosopher 1772 - 1834
Context: Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Oh the joys that came down shower-like, Of friendship, love, and liberty, Ere I was old! "Youth and Age", st. 2 (1823–1832).
— P. L. Travers Australian-British novelist, actress and journalist 1899 - 1996
Context: If you want to find Cherry-Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the cross-roads. He will push his helmet slightly to one side, scratch his head thoughtfully, and then he will point his huge white-gloved finger and say: "First to your right, second to your left, sharp right again, and you're there. Good-morning." And sure enough, if you follow his directions exactly, you will be there — right in the middle of Cherry-Tree Lane, where the houses run down one side and the Park runs down the other and the cherry-trees go dancing right down the middle. If you are looking for Number Seventeen — and it is more than likely that you will be, for this book is all about that particular house — you will very soon find it. Ch. 1 "East-Wind"
„When I gathered flowers
For my girl
From the top of the plum tree
The lower branches
Drenched me with dew.“
— Kakinomoto no Hitomaro Japanese poet 662 - 710
XXII, p. 24
„Literature is a vast forest and the masterpieces are the lakes, the towering trees or strange trees, the lovely eloquent flowers, the hidden caves, but a forest is also made up of ordinary trees, patches of grass, puddles, clinging vines, mushrooms and little wildflowers.“
— Roberto Bolaño Chilean author 1953 - 2003
— Rainer Maria Rilke Austrian poet and writer 1875 - 1926
Abend (Evening) (as translated by Cliff Crego)
„So what, then, is the use of art — our art, Black art? Black art must expose the enemy, praise the people and support the revolution.… We do not need pictures of oranges in a bowl or trees standing innocently in the midst of a wasteland. If we must paint oranges and trees, let our guerrillas be eating those oranges for strength and using those trees for cover.“
— Maulana Karenga Political activist 1941
"Black Cultural Nationalism" in The Black Aesthetic (1971)
— Vita Sackville-West English writer and gardener 1892 - 1962
Context: She walks among the loveliness she made, Between the apple-blossom and the water— She walks among the patterned pied brocade, Each flower her son, and every tree her daughter. "The Island", in Bulletin of the Garden Club of America (1929), p. 1, also in Collected Poems (1934), p. 54
— Martin Luther seminal figure in Protestant Reformation 1483 - 1546