„I don't want to be a tree; I want to be its meaning.“

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„I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.“

—  Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair
"Every Day You Play" (Juegas Todos las Días), XIV, p. 35.

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„I am an an honest man
From where the palm tree grows,
And I want, before I die,
to cast these verses from my soul.“

—  José Martí Poet, writer, Cuban nationalist leader 1853 - 1895
I (Yo soy un hombre sincero) as translated by Esther Allen in José Martí : Selected Writings (2002), p. 273, Variant translations: A sincere man am I <br/> From the land where palm trees grow, <br/> And I want before I die <br/> My soul's verses to bestow. "A Sincere Man Am I" http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/46409-Jose-Marti-A-Sincere-Man-Am-I---Verse-I-, as translated by Manuel A. Tellechea, in Versos Sencillos: Simple Verses (1997) I am a sincere man from where the palm tree grows, and before I die I wish to pour forth the verses from my soul.

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„Fire he sang,
that trees fear, and I, a tree, rejoiced in its flames.“

—  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.

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„the reality beyond language is not completely reality, a reality that does not speak or say is not reality;
and the moment I say that, the moment I write, letter by letter, that a reality stripped of names is not reality, the names evaporate, they are air, they are a sound encased in another sound and in another and another, a murmur, a faint cascade of meanings that fade away to nothingness:
the tree that I say is not the tree that I see, tree does not say tree, the tree is beyond its name, a leafy, woody reality: impenetrable, untouchable, a reality beyond signs, immersed in itself, firmly planted in its own reality: I can touch it but I cannot name it, I can set fire to it but if I name it I dissolve it:
the tree that is there among the trees is not the tree that I name but a reality that is beyond names, beyond the word reality, it is simply reality just as it is, the abolition of differences and also the abolition of similarities;
the tree that I name is not the tree, and the other one, the one that I do not name and that is there, on the other side of my window, its trunk now black and its foliage still inflamed by the setting sun, is not the tree either, but, rather, the inaccessible reality in which it is planted:
between the one and the other there appears the single tree of sensation which is the perception of the sensation of tree that is vanishing, but
who perceives, who senses, who vanishes as sensations and perceptions vanish?“

—  Octavio Paz Mexican writer laureated with the 1990 Nobel Prize for Literature 1914 - 1998
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„The angel had told me in my dream that if I wanted to acquire the perfect knowledge I desired, I would have to go to the Moon. There I would find Adam's paradise and the Tree of Knowledge.“

—  Cyrano de Bergerac French novelist, dramatist, scientist and duelist 1619 - 1655
Context: The angel had told me in my dream that if I wanted to acquire the perfect knowledge I desired, I would have to go to the Moon. There I would find Adam's paradise and the Tree of Knowledge. As soon as I had tasted its fruit, my mind would be enlightened with all the truths a person could know. That is the voyage for which I built my chariot. Finally, I climbed aboard and, when I was securely settled on the seat, I tossed the magnetic ball high into the air. The chariot I had built was more massive in the middle than at the ends; it was perfectly balanced because the middle rose faster than the extremities. When I had risen to the point that the magnet was drawing me to, I seized the magnetic ball and tossed it into the air again. Elijah to Cyrano

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„Christmas tree stands are the work of the devil and they want you dead.“

—  Bill Bryson, I'm a Stranger Here Myself: Notes on Returning to America after Twenty Years Away

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„Knowing trees, I understand the meaning of patience. Knowing grass, I can appreciate persistence.“

—  Hal Borland American journalist and writer 1900 - 1978
Countryman: A Summary of Belief, Lippincott, 1965, p. 99

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