Top 1200 Bare Trees Quotes & Sayings - Page 18

I rode a horse into a tree. I did. But I'm okay. Horses are naturally meant to avoid trees. This one didn't.

I grew up in the Northeast; I've seen hurricanes before and trees down and cars destroyed.

Elves are like trees, grounded and focused from the trunk down but graceful and agile on top.

I have grown up on a diet of sunrise picnics, learning the names of butterflies, planting trees.

Trees acquire strength by growing slowly and flexing with the pressures of nature. Us too.

I love to think that animals and humans and plants and fishes and trees and stars and the moon are all connected.

Trees ask us to examine how we live in the natural world, with one another, and intrapersonally.

A forest of all manner of trees is poor, if not disagreeable, in effect; a mass of one species of tree is sublime.

When several villages are united in a single complete community, large enough to be nearly or quite self-sufficing, the state comes into existence, originating in the bare needs of life, and continuing in existence for the sake of a good life.

And the rose like a nymph to the bath addrest, Which unveiled the depth of her glowing breast, Till, fold after fold, to the fainting air, The soul of her beauty and love lay bare.

In the gentle evening freeze, by the whispering shady trees I will find sanctuary in the Lord.

Working with plants, trees, fences and walls, if they practice sincerely they will attain enlightenment.

I can build a house with my bare hands. In my late teens I was in a band with my friend Henrik, and his builder father thought we needed something to fall back on, so he taught us carpentry and bricklaying and we built a house over two years.

If you want money, buy lottery tickets. If you love music, practice and keep your overhead to the bare minimum. Keep your promises, who you are is more important than what licks you know to any band leader.

When she smiles, it feels like the first warm day of March-- after an eternity of snow, when you suddenly remember how summer feels on the backs of your bare calves & in the part of your hair.

Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.

Gays, lesbians, straights, feminists, fascist pigs, communists, Hare Krishnas - none of them bother me. I don't care what banner they raise. But what I can't stand are hollow people. When I'm with them I just can't bare it, and wind up saying things I shouldn't.

The Church is the house of God. It is forbidden for men to enter with bare arms or in shorts. It is forbidden for women to enter in trousers, without a veil on their head, in short clothing, low necklines, sleeveless or immodest dresses.

God takes men's hearty desires and will, instead of the deed, where they have not power to fulfill it; but he never took the bare deed instead of the will.

Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

Short stories can be rather stark and bare unless you put in the right details. Details make stories human, and the more human a story can be, the better.

Let soldiers on manoeuvres plant trees. Give police and criminals a shovel and a thousand seedlings.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

How can a guy climb trees, say "Me, Tarzan, you, Jane", and make a million?

I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are

I want to find more ways of planting trees and helping fight against deforestation.

But if you're looking to be spooked by really tall trees then you've got to go to Washington State.

This old world keeps spinnin’ round; It’s a wonder tall trees ain’t layin’ down.

If you reveal everything, bare every feeling, ask for understanding, you lose something crucial to your sense of yourself. You need to know things that others don't know. It's what no one knows about you that allows you to know yourself.

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

The oldOld winds that blewWhen chaos was, what doThey tell the clattered trees that IShould weep?

Whenever I've had to tamper with history for plot purposes, I make sure to mention that in my author's note, and I try to keep such tampering to a bare minimum. I also attempt to keep my characters true to their historical counterparts. This is not always possible, of course.

How can a guy climb trees, say Me Tarzan, You Jane, and make a million?

It is curious to what a degree one may become attached to a fine tree, especially when it is placed where trees are rare.

States kill when they apply the death penalty, when they send their people to war, or when they carry out extra-judicial or summary executions. They can also kill by omission, when they fail to guarantee to their people access to the bare essentials for life.

The improvement of forest trees is the work of centuries. So much more the reason for beginning now.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

This new world was a vicious, sleek world made of street lights and tight jeans, sharp smiles and fast cars. This was a city, edited. A city, pared down to its bare minimums, beautiful and abusive.

Fields and trees are not willing to teach me anything; but this can be effected by men residing in the city.

In any football I have played in - and I have played in League One and as an international at the World Cup - the bare minimum is running around and showing the desire for the shirt. Then, the higher you go up the leagues, your football takes control of that.

'Pod' was a significantly larger crew with Ilium Pictures co-producing. 'Darling' was bare bones. We had less than half of the crew that we had for 'Pod.'

I am in general a very pessimistic person with an optimistic, day to day take on things. The bare facts of life are utterly terrifying. And yet, one can laugh. Indeed, one has to laugh precisely because of the darkness: the nervous laughter of the trenches.

I am not against development, but society will go nowhere if you don't take care of trees.

Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss.

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

The room was darker and smelled of evergreen, as though my mother had been dreaming of trees.

To have an effective striking match, you need gloves on. Junior dos Santos would have a very short career if he was in a bare knuckle fight. The early UFCs, before gloves, were grappling with some striking.

What does homophobia look like when it's stripped bare of fancy costumes like family values and tradition? It looks like that group of strange, angry people who protest at the funerals of U.S. soldiers who've died fighting for our country.

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on.... A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.

When your story is ready for rewrite, cut it to the bone. Get rid of every ounce of excess fat. This is going to hurt; revising a story down to the bare essentials is always a little like murdering children, but it must be done.

I have an older brother, and he was a very active boy, and we were always climbing trees together.

When I look at green trees on a sunny day, I don't know how to make an interesting picture of that.

The more you’re writing absolutely honestly, and absolutely bare of intention - even if it feels absolutely personal and small because it’s at your own scale - other people relate to it much more.

Nature is my church. The wind in the trees and the bugs and the frogs. All those things are comfort to me.

Planting and growing increasing quantities of trees is the scientific solution to Earth's environmental dilemma.

The more you're writing absolutely honestly, and absolutely bare of intention - even if it feels absolutely personal and small because it's at your own scale - other people relate to it much more.

Men are like trees: each one must put forth the leaf that is created in him.

Christmas Eve I saw a stable, low and very bare, A little child in a manger. The oxen knew Him, had Him in their care, To men He was a stranger, The safety of the world was lying there, And the world's danger.