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Last updated on April 20, 2025.
Spin is a tricky thing. When you're trying to avoid it - say, on a tee shot, where sidespin puts you in the trees - it's easy to make it happen.
And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.
Clouds, torsos, shells, peppers, trees, rocks, smoke stacks, are but interdependent, interrelated parts of a whole, which is life. — © Edward Weston
Clouds, torsos, shells, peppers, trees, rocks, smoke stacks, are but interdependent, interrelated parts of a whole, which is life.
What is it?” “A prayer.” “For a child?” She nodded. “For me?” Another nod. “On a tree?” “Trees spend all day looking up at God.
Human beings to me are as much a part of nature as trees or birds, and the unclothed body expresses this belongingness directly and powerfully.
No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.
The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees.
Nature is extremely important to me. Which may be just about the only trouble I'll have in New York. I'll miss the trees!
Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have put their glory on.
Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.
It seems at times I should be a composer of sounds, not only of rhythms and colors. Walking under the trees, I felt as if the color made sound.
If there were only one cherry pie in the world, and Bill Clinton owned it, I might get a piece of it. If Bush or Reagan owned it, you'd have to kill them to get a piece of pie. That's my feeling about Bill. And Bill's a good bullshitter. America likes a good bullshitter. That's one of the reasons he was re-elected. Honesty has no place in politics. It would throw everything off.
Good morrow, fair ones; pray you, if you know, Where in the purlieus of this forest stands A sheep-cote fenc'd about with olive trees?
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees. — © William Blake
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
I love touring in the United States. It's dramatically different wherever you go. North to south, you're going from snow to palm trees.
Bless... the two painting masters who first pointed out to me that there was coming and going among trees, that there was sunlight in shadows.
Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.
In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.
Nature makes trees put down deep roots before having them bear fruit, and even this is done gradually.
From the plough to paper, from the wheel to house, from tool handles to sailing ships. Man would have been nothing without trees.
I was very physical as a child - we lived on a smallholding, and I was always outside making mud pies or building structures up trees.
Momo listened to everyone and everything - even to the rain and the wind and the pine trees - and all of them spoke to her after their own fashion.
It is neither just the religious, the spiritual, the power-hungry, the evil, the ignorant, the corrupt, the Christian, the Muslim, the Hindu, the Buddhist, the Jew, nor the atheist that makes a hypocrite, but being a human being. Any man who thinks himself to be free of hypocrisy while committed to cherry-picking others for such, I am confident, the Almighty can prove to him a great deal of his own hypocrisy even beyond his earthly comprehension.
I've always been inspired by Dr. Martin Luther King, who articulated his Dream of an America where people are judged not by skin color but "by the content of their character." In the scientific world, people are judged by the content of their ideas. Advances are made with new insights, but the final arbitrator of any point of view are experiments that seek the unbiased truth, not information cherry picked to support a particular point of view.
The crude commercialism of America, its materialising spirit, its indifference to the poetical side of things, and its lack of imagination and of high unattainable ideals, are entirely due to that country having adopted for its national hero a man who, according to his own confession, was incapable of telling a lie, and it is not too much to say that the story of George Washington and the cherry-tree has done more harm, and in a shorter space of time, than any other moral tale in the whole of literature.
I think that a lot of people will agree that Donegal is the countryside, it's trees and fields, but especially when you're a kid you can make so much out of that.
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.
I usually write in my kitchen, which is a large, octagonal room that looks into woods - three big windows look out into the trees.
The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze.
From the explicit prohibition against the destruction of fruit trees, our sages deduced that it is all the more forbidden to destroy the fruits themselves.
I love touring in the United States. It's dramatically different wherever you go. North to south you're going from snow to palm trees.
I grew up on an apple orchard with a lot of surrounding wooded area, and I ran everywhere. I was outside all the time climbing trees.
When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
I guess I’m a little weird. I like to talk to trees and animals. That’s okay though; I have more fun than most people.
I always think of the Pacific Northwest as giant trees, and rain, and clouds and dampness, like the Native American art from that area.
Good food for free has been the holy grail of foragers since our ancestors first climbed down from the trees.
How many beautiful trees gave their lives that today's scandal should, without delay, reach a million readers. — © Edwin Way Teale
How many beautiful trees gave their lives that today's scandal should, without delay, reach a million readers.
I don't see the point of photographing trees or rocks because they're there and anyone can photograph them if they're prepared to hang around and wait for the light.
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands.
No matter how dim the light filtering through the trees is, you can still try your best to grasp it. -Kaien Cross
I didn't need to understand the hypostatic unity of the Trinity; I just needed to turn my life over to whoever came up with redwood trees.
On the course, what is feared is like a magnet. Water, bunkers, trees, ravines, high grass - whatever you fear turns magnetic.
Here come the hum the golden bees Underneath full blossomed trees, At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.
Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.
Outside it's a perfect spring night. We stand on the sidewalk in front of our apartment building, and Henry takes my hand, and I look at him, and I raise our joined hands and Henry twirls me around and soon we're dancing down Belle Plaine Avenue, no music but the sound of cars whoosing by and our own laughter, and the smell of cherry blossoms that fall like snow on the sidewalk as we dance underneath the tress.
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.
When I started competing at X Games, there was so much chaos that often me and my girlfriends would go into the trees and just take a moment.
Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. — © Francis Bacon
Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life.
As a kid, my first friends were the local children and we used to climb trees and run barefoot, dodging the odd scorpion.
I'm as old as the moon and the stars, and as young as the trees and the lakes. My style comes from looking at what came before me, and from visiting a lot of places.
The Gerald R. Ford Amphitheater in Vail is unlike any other performance venue in the world, set with mountains and trees as a backdrop.
My mother preferred trees to certain kinds of people. Increasingly, as I get older I have to admit that I occasionally understand her preference.
Trees have feelings too, and no one ever says 'hi' to them. Next time you're outside and see a tree, say 'hello'.
The coconut trees, lithe and graceful, crowd the beach like a minuet of slender elderly virgins adopting flippant poses.
[Science] is the literature of God written on the stars-the trees-the rocks-and more important because [of] its marked utilitarian character.
And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals.
In Kenya you've got the great birds and monkeys leaping through the trees overhead. It's a chance to remember what the world is really like.
I'm not an extreme tree-hugger. I do believe trees grow and are a useful agricultural product that can be harvested without damaging the ecology and wildlife.
I knew I was as gay as a goose. Then I ended up in West Hollywood, where the queers hang from the trees. I was home. I had landed.
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