{"quotes":[{"text":"And though our roots belong to the same tree, our branches have grown in different directions.","author":"Suzy Kassem","tags":["adulthood","branches","changes","cycles","death","destiny","evolution","family","fate","friends","growth","life","mature","neighbors","roots","senior","stages","tree","trees"],"id":30739,"author_id":"Suzy+Kassem"},{"text":"Do the roots reveal everything to the branches, or do they keep what is painful to themselves?","author":"Sinan Antoon","tags":["branches","pain","roots","trees"],"id":50220,"author_id":"Sinan+Antoon"},{"text":"All around him the branches of the trees had frozen solid, reaching out white fingers of glass that looked as if they would shatter in any breeze, or chime like musical bells. The world looked strangely magical.","author":"Alex Nye","tags":["branches","breeze","chime","fingers","magical","musical-bells","shatter","snow","trees"],"id":81032,"author_id":"Alex+Nye"},{"text":"Her wild race caused the dried-up ferns, thorny plants, and low-hung tree branches—away from the lake—to grab at our clothing in the mad dash over the narrow packed dirt through the trees.","author":"Jazz Feylynn","tags":["branches","dried-up","grab-at-our-clothing","green-man","jazz-feylynn","low-hung-tree-branches","mad-dash","narrow-packed-dirt","packed-dirt","paranormal","thorny-plants","tree","tree-branches","werewolf","wild-race"],"id":103368,"author_id":"Jazz+Feylynn"},{"text":"Trees raised their naked, mottled branches to the sky like mourners stilled in attitudes of grief.","author":"Arundhati Roy","tags":["branches","grief","mourners","mourning","trees"],"id":120481,"author_id":"Arundhati+Roy"},{"text":"If the root is holy, the branches shall be holy.","author":"Lailah Gifty Akita","tags":["branches","forest","grases","holy","inspiring","nature","proverb","root"],"id":144421,"author_id":"Lailah+Gifty+Akita"},{"text":"The branches do not support the root. But the root supports the branches.","author":"Lailah Gifty Akita","tags":["branches","environment-values","forest","nature","root","science","trees"],"id":205876,"author_id":"Lailah+Gifty+Akita"},{"text":"The love that I believe in is something that goes beyond the physical aspects of this world. The love that I believe is one that extends its energy and power through the beautiful souls that I encounter along the way, a love that can be seen in the eyes of a little dog or in the confusion of a cute lost cat who wants to be worshiped like a Goddess. This kind of love goes through a divine crafting of a person's inner self, through personal experience and thousands of years of tears and strength, that can only be seen in the familiar eyes of old souls, the eyes that recognize each other even after long times of separation, the eyes that find themselves familiar with places they have probably been to before, but that nevertheless bring great memories with every visit. This kind of love sees hope in the eyes of new-born children that know way much more than they are capable of putting into words and that bring with their innocence a smile on each person's face who'd wish they could start again. The love that I see when I look at you is a love which has roots deep inside each of us, but that needs care and light to grow and unfold its branches so that they can reach outside of ourselves and even further beyond the skies.","author":"Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache","tags":["beautiful","believe","beyond","branch","branches","care","cat","children","crafting","deep","divine","dog","energy","experience","extend","extends","familiar","goddess","grow","hope","inner","inner-self","innocence","inside","kind","light","little","lost","love","memories","new-born","person","personal","physical","places","power","recognize","root","roots","self","skies","smile","something","soul","souls","start","unfold","visit","way","world","worship"],"id":270231,"author_id":"Virgil+Kalyana+Mittata+Iordache"},{"text":"I stroke the bleached bones of ancient trees felled long-ago by industry or cold desperation and wonder of another almost summer when two fell asleep beneath her arms, curling into each other like wind-swept branches on the edge of tomorrow ...","author":"Kate Mullane Robertson","tags":["bleached-bones","branches","tomorrow","trees","wind"],"id":314036,"author_id":"Kate+Mullane+Robertson"},{"text":"It's just one more thing she hadn't considered, and as the idea of it settles over her, she realizes again how entwined their lives are. They're like two trees whose branches have grown together. Even if you pull them out by the trunks, they're still going to be twisted and tangled and nearly impossible to separate at the roots.","author":"Jennifer E. Smith","tags":["apart","branches","entwined","friends","friendship","lives","love","separate","stick","together","tree","trees","true","truth","twisted","two"],"id":317541,"author_id":"Jennifer+E.+Smith"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":15,"pages":2,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}