A Quote by George Herbert

Storms make oaks take deeper root. — © George Herbert
Storms make oaks take deeper root.
Storms make trees take deeper roots.
Storms make the oak grow deeper roots.
We draw our strength from the great oaks of the forest. As they take their nourishment from the soil, and from the rains that feed the soil, so we find our courage in the pattern of living things around us. They stand through storm and tempest. They grow and renew themselves. Like a grove of young oaks, we remain strong.
We love telling stories about characters who you root for, even though they sometimes make it really hard for you to root for them and the choices they make.
There are distractions, all around. There's so much media, for a young kid to battle against, to get to something soulful. You have to make a decision, on your own, what you can take from these people, if you can dig deeper. It's nice to be able to let people dig deeper.
After all, what is every man? A horde of ghosts - like a Chinese nest of boxes - oaks that were acorns that were oaks. Death lies behind us, not in front - in our ancestors, back and back until.
Strikes deeper, grows with more pernicious root.
That's a big concern right now with these storms coming on the heels of a very wet week. The soil is saturated, and the high winds that are supposed to accompany these storms could potentially knock down trees, which often take down power lines with them.
One misunderstandin g is that if you do the right thing, then life's storms will stop. If you do the right thing, the storms actually get bigger. This is because they know they can't blow you down like they used to, and now it's going to take a lot more energy to find out if you are conscious.
Faith is a principle which hath its root deeper feeling. We believe, whether we see or not.
Giant oak trees... have deep root systems that can extend two-and-one-half times their height. Such trees rarely are blown down regardless of how violent the storms may be.
He in his madness prays for storms, and dreams that storms will bring him peace.
A good man regards the root; he fixes the root, and ail else flows out of it. The root is filial piety; the fruit brotherly love.
All nights end, and all storms clear. The only storms that last are those within your own soul.
You know, I always root for the older athlete. I root for the second album. I root for solo careers after the rock star breaks the band apart.
. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.
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