Time With Trees Quotes

“The darkness does not define you.
What you do inside it does.
And you -
You have lit candles with shaking hands,
drawn maps in the dark for others to follow,
become the warmth you were once denied.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Grief does not leave us;
It becomes part of the soul’s architecture,
a quiet gold vein running through stone.
It is the beauty in the cracks,
The light that seeps through
where we thought we were broken.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“But grief, too, is a kind of alchemy,
a slow and painful reshaping.
It does not stay as lead,
Though it feels it will,
pressing, suffocating, unyielding.
Time enters the crucible,
and with it, the heat of memory,
The fire of longing,
The slow stirring of what it means to love
and to lose.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Across time, across space,
We are drawn to one another,
pulled like magnets,
Our hearts carrying the weight of an invisible tide.
There is no map for this journey,
No compass that can trace the arc of destiny.
Only the quiet certainty
that I am moving toward you,
And you toward me.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Every thought carries your echo,
whispered through the marrow of my being.
All my days, before and after,
now orbit the quiet gravity of you.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“I will meet you in the dark,
where words are unnecessary,
where the language of longing
is written in the scrape of nails,
the bite of teeth,
The press of your mouth against mine
until we are nothing but breath and flame.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“I woke with him still in my head,
like the hush of snow in the early morning,
like the last note of a song
that hums in the bones long after it ends.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“In upstate New York, the year turns like an old book,
each page edged with frost or fire,
each chapter a hymn to something fleeting,
something sacred, something waiting.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“The iron in your blood was once the core of a dying sun.
The calcium in your bones, the breath in your lungs,
All of it was born in the furnace of a collapsing giant,
flung outward, carried on the currents of time,
until the universe gathered its embers
and shaped them into you.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“We sat under the orange trees,
whose branches bowed with offering,
globes of sun dangling like promises,
wax-skinned and fragrant,
dripping light through their leaves
in dapples that flickered like fireflies.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Stay.

I know the night is heavy,
a weight pressing against your ribs,
the kind of dark that swallows sound,
the kind of silence that feels like drowning.

I know the world has been unkind,
that some days you are nothing
but an open wound,
the wind too sharp,
the light too cruel.

But stay.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“I am never alone now.
You dwell quietly in the chambers of my heart,
a constant hush beneath the noise.

You feel like home,
not a place, but a gravity.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“A Stranger in My Own Skin

I watch them move so easily,
laughter spilling from their lips like water,
conversations looping and twisting
like ribbons in the air.
They fit into each other’s worlds
as if molded from the same clay,
as if their bones were shaped
to recognize one another.

And then, there is me.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Love is not fragile.
It is feral and soft,
wilderness wrapped in reverence.
It is a howl in cathedral silence,
a secret altar hidden beneath the skin,
a pulse that refuses to quiet.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Some souls are written in the same ink,
just on different pages,
and somehow,
The universe remembers the way we were meant to meet,
even after lifetimes of silence.

You found me before we had names,
Before there was language,
only light.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Even a whisper is resistance
when the world demands your silence.
So, whisper.
Say your incantations and lamentations,
like wind through cathedral ruins,
crawling like roots beneath war-split stone.
Let your quiet devotion be a revolution.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“It is a strange and sorrowful thing,
to wake each morning and remember,
You are part of a species that learned to harness fire,
But still plays with it,
Even as the forest burns.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“I have seen the world bleed,
The fox caught in rusted wire,
The old tree felled without thanks,
The child with eyes that have already learned of loss.
And still,
I bloom from the bruised earth,
wild and reaching.

There is a tremble in my soul
like the hush before a storm,
sacred and aching.
I do not turn away.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“We grew up on the fallout,
the invisible dust of ambition and fear.
We learned to dream inside bunkers,
to kiss like it was an act of rebellion
against the men in suits who wrote
the end of the world in fountain pen ink.
Maybe we didn’t even have a chance.
Maybe the dice were loaded
long before we were born,
Our names not written in peace”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Oppenheimer, they say,
was one of the brilliant ones,
The kind of mind that could read the breath
of stars before they formed.
A man who reached into the quantum dark
and returned with fire cupped in his hands.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Even as the smoke curls skyward,
The world loses its sharpness,
and for a moment,
Grief loosens its grip,
and I forget
How much it hurts
to remain.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work

“Maybe those who smoke
are simply the ones who’ve stopped running
From the truth:
The body is a house
already on fire.
That we are born
into a slow unraveling.”
― Avalon Ash, Time With Trees: 1995–2025, A Collected Work