{"quotes":[{"text":"It is true that the Internet can be used to disseminate falsehoods quickly, but it just as quickly roots them out and exposes them in a way that the traditional model of journalism and its closed, insular, one-way form of communication could never do.","author":"Glenn Greenwald","tags":["roots","internet","journalism "],"id":6877,"author_id":"Glenn+Greenwald"},{"text":"Rebellion has its roots in government's indifference and incompetence.","author":"Mike Barnicle","tags":["roots","rebellion "],"id":8663,"author_id":"Mike+Barnicle"},{"text":"The longing for Paradise is man's longing not to be man.","author":"Milan Kundera","tags":["human-condition","humanity","life","nature","nurture","philosophy","roots"],"id":16115,"author_id":"Milan+Kundera"},{"text":"I think it has other roots, has to do, in part, with a general anxiety in contemporary life... Nuclear bombs, inequality of possibility and chance, inequality of goods allotted to us, a kind of general racist, unjust attitude that is pervasive.","author":"Leonard Baskin","tags":["life","roots","anxiety "],"id":24698,"author_id":"Leonard+Baskin"},{"text":"When a tree is polled, it will sprout new shoots nearer its roots. A soul that is ruined in the bud will frequently return to the springtime of its beginnings and its promise-filled childhood, as though it could discover new hopes there and retie the broken threads of life. The shoots grow rapidly and eagerly, but it is only a sham life that will never be a genuine tree.","author":"Hermann Hesse","tags":["beneath-the-wheel","hermann-hesse","maturity","roots","soul","youth"],"id":25504,"author_id":"Hermann+Hesse"},{"text":"Trees endure the hot sun and rainstorms by sending their roots down deeper. The adversity they face is eventually the source of great stability. The harshness of the elements surrounding them causes them to seek another source of life. They will one day come to the place that even the greatest of windstorms cannot affect their ability to produce fruit.","author":"John Bevere","tags":["adversity","faith","persistence","roots"],"id":26806,"author_id":"John+Bevere"},{"text":"To get rid of a spiritual problem, we need to pull it up by its spiritual root. To pull up roots, we're going to have to be willing to get our hands dirty, to make some sacrifices that provides long-term benefits instead of short-term, refinanced gains. God is willing to help us, to provide the tools we need to weed out those areas where our desire for money is spoiling our fruit of the Spirit.","author":"Craig Groeschel","tags":["areas","dirty","fruit","get","god","hands","help","is","make","money","of","our","out","problem","provide","pull","rid","roots","sacrifices","some","spirit","spiritual","spoiling","the","those","to","tools","up","us","weed","where","willing"],"id":29082,"author_id":"Craig+Groeschel"},{"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":"For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow. Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life. A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail. A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live. When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all. A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother. So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.","author":"Hermann Hesse","tags":["eternity","fear","forests","history","holiness","home","life","longing","poet","roots","self-discovery","spirituality","strength","trees","trust"],"id":44711,"author_id":"Hermann+Hesse"},{"text":"You can say I had a severe case of 'Roots' envy. I wanted to be like Alex Haley, and I wanted to be able to... Do my family tree back to the slave ship and then reverse the Middle Passage, as I like to put it, and find the tribe or ethnic group that I was from in Africa.","author":"Henry Louis Gates","tags":["tree","roots","ship "],"id":48378,"author_id":"Henry+Louis+Gates"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":126,"pages":13,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}