A Quote by Paul Reiser

If a tree falls on your head in a forest and no one hears it, it still hurts. — © Paul Reiser
If a tree falls on your head in a forest and no one hears it, it still hurts.
Lik the tree falling in the forest," says Ira. "Huh?" "You know, the old question - if a tree falls in a forest and no one's there to hear it, does it really make a sound?" Howie considers this. "Is it a pine forest, or oak?" "What's the difference?" "Oak is a much denser wood; it's more likely to be heard by someone on the freeway next to the forest where no one is.
If a tree falls in the forest and kills your ex-wife, what do you do with the lumber?
How can a deer tell when a leaf falls silent in the forest? She hears it breathing differently.
The old saying 'If a tree falls in a forest and no one is around to hear it - Does it still make a sound?' can be adapted to: 'If someone does something interesting on the Internet and nobody is around to talk about it - Did it still make an impact?'
Even if one tree falls down it wouldn't affect the entire forest.
If a tree falls in the forest and nobody is there to hear it, doesn't it just lie there and rot?
If a tree falls in the forest and it hits a mime, would he make a noise?
When a tree falls it resounds with a thundering crash; and yet a whole forest grows in silence.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?
To be is to be perceived (Esse est percipi)." Or, "If a tree falls in the forest and no one is there to hear it, does it make a sound?
It is no loss to mankind when one writer decides to call it a day. When a tree falls in the forest, who cares but the monkeys?
"Top" management is supposed to be a tree full of owls-hooting when management heads into the wrong part of the forest. I'm still unpersuaded they even know where the forest is.
I think it happens to a lot of people who make music just on a computer by themselves, you don't see the bigger picture. You don't see the forest for the trees. You're looking at every tree so closely, and every tree looks so cool. But you're making a forest, man, you're not making a tree.
If a man speaks his mind in a forest, and no woman hears him, is he still wrong?
The media only writes about the sinners and the scandals, he said, but that's normal, because 'a tree that falls makes more noise than a forest that grows.
My featherbed is deep and soft, and there I’ll lay you down, I’ll dress you all in yellow silk and on your head a crown. For you shall be my lady love, and I shall be your lord. I’ll always keep you warm and safe, and guard you with my sword. And how she smiled and how she laughed, the maiden of the tree. She spun away and said to him, no featherbed for me. I’ll wear a gown of golden leaves, and bind my hair with grass, But you can be my forest love, and me your forest lass.
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