Top 1200 Bare Trees Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

I think the whole thing is kind of sad, honestly, in the same way that our civilization - particularly the consumers of pop culture - has grown so used to an emasculated, bare-chested leading man that something like simply growing a mustache can impress people.

All propaganda must be confined to a few bare necessities and then must be expressed in a few stereotyped formulas . . . Only constant repetition will finally succeed in imprinting an idea upon the memory of a crowd.

My body looks like 30 but my face looks like 50. But I cannot walk bare-chested in the streets. I like to do these movies to challenge myself physically.

One should think in terms of whether one is loving or not. The question of the object of love does not arise. With your wife, you love your wife; with your children, you love your children; with your servants, you love your servants; with your friends, you love your friends; with the trees, you love the trees; with the ocean, you love the ocean. You are love. Love is not dependent on the object, but is a radiation of your subjectivity - a radiation of your soul. And the vaster the radiation, the greater is your soul.

I don't regret my painful times, i bare my scars as if they were medals. I know that freedom has a high price, as high as that of slavery; the only difference is that you pay with pleasure and a smile, even when that that smile dimmed by tears

The dance of the palm trees, the oceans calling, the first rays of sun and heaven is here.

Al was standing a bare three feet away, his mood almost jovial as he took the paper and it vanished in a wash of black sparkles. “Thank you, Rachel,” he said, carefully reaching for my hand as Trent stiffened. “Welcome back, my itchy witch.

I have female friends who work in all different mediums who I speak to at least once a week. It helps me so much to know that I'm not alone. I think that's the bare minimum you need to sustain yourself - some sort of context of other women making things.

The diligent farmer plants trees, of which he himself will never see the fruit.

When you see the trees swaying to the tune of a gentle breeze... think of it as a dance in your honor.

Take a lesson from the trees, watch the way they bend with each breeze, little victories.

My head reeled at the sheer and startling beauty, the wide, bare openness of it. The sense of space, the vastness of the sky above and on either side made my heart race, I would have travelled a thousand miles to see this. I had never imagined such a place.

One of my students had written wistfully of a dream-school that would have "windows with trees in them.

In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.

The materials of city planning are: sky, space, trees, steel and cement; in that order and that hierarchy.

God forbid that India should ever take to industrialism after the manner of the west... keeping the world in chains. If [our nation] took to similar economic exploitation, it would strip the world bare like locusts.

It can be argued that man's instinct to gamble is the only reason he is still not a monkey up in the trees.

Awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.

There is something so perfect about the mountains and the lake and the trees... sometimes I want to tear it all to pieces.

I hung out with some crazy desert people. One guy was just walking around with only shorts on - he'd been walking with bare feet for the last two years. He was totally scarred and eating on all fours like a dog.

The test of friendship is its fidelity when every charm of fortune and environment has been spent away, and the bare, undraped character alone remains; if love still holds steadfast, and the joy of companionship survives in such an hour, the fellowship becomes a beautiful prophecy of immortality.

The whole existence is a temple...the trees are continously in worship, the clouds are in prayer and the mountains are in meditation.

Humans cannot fly, but they can get the flying feeling. All they need to do is go out at night into a wild storm where the thunder roars like applause and the lightning throws itself in daggers of light at your bare feet and you suddenly find you are not afraid.

And on the pedestal these words appear:? 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:? Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' ?Nothing beside remains. Round the decay? Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare? The lone and level sands stretch far away.

Nineteen eighty is almost here, thank God. the hippies are getting old, they blew their brains on acid and now they're begging on street corners all over San Francisco. Their hair is tangled and their bare feet are thick and gray as shoes. We're sick of them.

Money doesn't grow on trees, and if it did somebody else would own the orchard.

What excites and interests the looker-on at life, what the romances and the statues celebrate, and the grim civic monuments remind us of, is the everlasting battle of the powers of light with those of darkness; with heroism reduced to its bare chance, yet ever and anon snatching victory from the jaws of death.

There is a lot of catarsis that passes itself off as art or comedy and I'm kind of critical of that. I think that just because you bare your soul or underwear or private moments it doesn't , or necessarily make for entertainment, or good writing, or funny writing.

Bare hands grip success better than kid gloves. Be thorough in all things, no matter how small or distasteful! The man who counts his hours and kicks about his salary is a self-elected failure.

I sometimes lose interest in the characters and get much more interested in the trees and animals.

To be honest, I felt more myself with that haircut. I felt bold, and it felt empowering because it was my choice. It felt sexy too. Maybe it was the bare neck, but for some reason I felt super-, supersexy.

It so happens that the work which is likely to be our most durable monument, and to convey some knowledge of us to the most remote posterity, is a work of bare utility; not a shrine, not a fortress, not a palace, but a bridge.

Oh for a seat in some poetic nook, Just hid with trees and sparkling with a brook!

The fruits of your labor will bare the fruits of your success.

Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.

O happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees

Maybe in 10 years,I'll only be doing "classical" comedy. Or crashing my car into trees.

If the Olive Trees knew the hands that planted them, Their Oil would become Tears.

Trees are the source of your very breath - cut and you shall curtail life itself.

Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.

Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.

In every village marked with little spire, Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame.

The trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled.

As an Old Navy style attendant, I'm all about upgrading your bare basics and presenting them to your customer as basics you need to have in your wardrobe.

Some burn damp faggots, others may consume The entire combustible world in one small room As though dried straw, and if we turn about The bare chimney is gone black out Because the work had finished in that flare.

Matthew wanted hours, days, weeks alone with her... he wanted all her thoughts and smiles and secrets. The freedom to lay his soul bare before her.

Please, shun darkness, and like trees, always seek to grow toward the light.

God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars.

I was not a great student at the University of Chicago. I think that is - the record will bare me out. But I spent a lot of time reading history, sociology, psychology - reading everything except what I was supposed to read for class the next day.

Budapest was very beautiful and spending the day under a canopy of Hungarian trees, on horseback, was fantastic.

Why pay money for the horror movies? Just go to a street without trees!

My sorrow, when she's here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.

Deadwood lies at the northern tip of the Black Hills, where the land is ancient and rubbed smooth by time. The Black Hills are more rugged at their southern extremity, where bare granite forms pinnacles and spires.

A great thing about these trees is that they are excellent for cleaning, both groundwater, and of course, air.

I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good.

The spring without a leaf to toss, bare and bright like a virgin fierce in her chastity, scornful in her purity, was laid out on fields wide-eyed and watchful and entirely careless of what was done or thought by the beholders.

Trees are complicated, fascinating things, usually older and more beautiful than any of us.

Bare-faced covetousness was the moving spirit of civilization from its first dawn to the present day; wealth, and again wealth, and for the third time wealth; wealth, not of society, but of the puny individual, was its only and final aim.

Without trees, mountains, fogs or rains, the Sun cannot create its own magic!