“The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.”
“I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees. I speak for the trees for the trees have no tongues.”
“But now," says the Once-ler, "now that you're here, the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear. UNLESS someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.”
“Well? Is it true? Did she?""Did she what?""You know. Fall outta the crazy tree and hit every branch on the way down?”
“If I leaned toward him, something would happen. I was sure of it. But if I leaned away, nothing would happen. So I stayed perfectly still, balanced between something and nothing, not knowing which way I wanted to fall.”
“Romance is a bubble which will burst. True love is a seed which will grow into a tree, something strong and beautiful to lean on.”