Acacia Quotes

• Pride is like the beautiful acacia, that lifts its head proudly above its neighbor plants-forgetting that it too, like them, has its roots in the dirt.

  Christian Nestell Bovee

  Beautiful, Pride, Roots

  Christian Nestell Bovee (1862). “Intuitions and Summaries of Thought”, p.106

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• Light-leaved acacias, by the door,
  Stood up in balmy air,
  Clusters of blossomed moonlight bore,
  And breathed a perfume rare.

  George MacDonald

  Light, Air, Doors

  George MacDonald (1867). “The Disciple, and Other Poems”, p.81

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• A great acacia, with its slender trunk
  And overpoise of multitudinous leaves.
  (In which a hundred fields might spill their dew
  And intense verdure, yet find room enough)
  Stood reconciling all the place with green.

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning

  Dew, Green, Might

  Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1871). “Poetical Works”, p.426

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• There are acacias, a graceful species amusingly devitalized by sentimentality, this kind drooping its leaves with the grace of a young widow bowed in controllable grief, this one obscuring them with a smooth silver as of placid tears. They please, like the minor French novelists of the eighteenth century, by suggesting a universe in which nothing cuts deep.

  Rebecca West

  Grief, Cutting, Grace

  Rebecca West (1928). “The strange necessity: essays by Rebecca West”

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• Lying under an acacia tree with the sound of the dawn around me, I realized more clearly the facts that man should never overlook: that the construction of an airplane, for instance, is simple when compared [with] a bird; that airplanes depend on an advanced civilization, and that were civilization is most advanced, few birds exist. I realized that If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes.

  Charles Lindbergh

  Lying, Airplane, Simple

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• The sun, a red wheel, was sinking slowly in the west. Besides being spectacularly beautiful, the early-summer sunset was exceedingly soft and gentle: black mulberry leaves turned as red as roses; pristine white acacia petals shed an enshrouding pale-green aura. Mild evening breezes made both the mulberry leaves and the acacia petals dance and whirl, filling the woods with a soft rustle.

  Mo Yan

  Beautiful, Summer, Sunset

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