Top 1200 Climbing Trees Quotes & Sayings - Page 19

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

In climbing you are always faced with new problems in which you must perform using intuitive movements, and then later analyze them to figure out why they work, and then learn from them.

Of course, if you think of a European or American household in the '50s, so what were the things that when people started climbing up the ladder, what did they buy? A fridge, a TV, I think piano was the number three item in say '53 or '54.

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

There's something about being afraid, about being small, about enforced humility that draws me to climbing.

Jerome was sliding and climbing on top of me and it felt like it had the night before, like a crushing weight. So do boys and men announce their intentions. They cover you like a sarcophagus lid. And call it love.

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

We thought Donald Trump was leaving that world of entertainment and climbing over the wall into politics. In fact, what he did was he pulled the world of politics into the world of reality television.

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

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

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

Theories are like a stairway; by climbing, science widens its horizon more and more, because theories embody and necessarily include proportionately more facts as they advance.

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

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

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

The greatest and most inspiring mountain climbing achievements in history are not so much stories of individual achievement, but are stories of the extraordinary power of a unified, talented, prepared team that stays loyally committed to one another and to their shared vision to the end.

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

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

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

On eyes that watch as well as eyes that weep Descends the solemn mystery of sleep, Toiling and climbing to the very close, The weary Body, longing for repose, On the gained level of the day's ascent, Halts for the night and pitches there its tent.

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

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

When you go to the mountains, you see them and you admire them. In a sense, they give you a challenge, and you try to express that challenge by climbing them.

I raced supremely well. I felt I was as well fitted to do it as I had ever been, and as perhaps I might ever be. I went climbing three weeks before, because I was feeling fed up with running.

Now I approach climbing differently. I have learned less effort and energy, less obsession, and more feeling, as with piano, more emphasis and less frenzy.

If you cut down a forest, it doesn't matter how many sawmills you have if there are no more trees.

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

My mother endlessly told me I was too fat, that I wasn't a patch on my sister. It wasn't much fun growing up with her and her almost irrational social climbing in that huge house of my dull stepfather Hughdie Auchincloss in Washington.

I don't have that drive to be in this field, climbing up, doing bit parts in movies to make a big movie. But I'm lucky I get to also do acting - it's fun. I should probably just take an acting class on the weekends - that would be enough for me.

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

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'm absolutely terrified that people can get into cars. It's like the car is a face, and the headlight is eyes, and when you open the car door it's like you're climbing into the ears. (I cannot) be inside a giant rolling robot head.

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

Climbing is an artistic, creative thing; it's about being spontaneous, traveling, seeing the world, hanging out. It's a balance of setting goals while enjoying the process, being ambitious without being too competitive.

I'm way more in my head acting than I am when I'm writing. So there's a weird love/hate on both ends. But writing, as tough as it is, I get so much more out of it. It's like climbing Mt. Everest.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love doing all of my own stunts. Anything. Even if they are telling me, 'No, no, no! You can't do that!' I'll do it. Like crashing my car through the gate, climbing up the building, kicking in a window... I love doing all of that stuff.

Man's books are but a climbing stair, Lain step by step, like stairs of stone; The stairway here, the temple there - Man's lampad honor, and his trust, The God who called him from the dust.

I loved climbing because of the freedom, and having time and space. I remember coming off Everest for the last time, thinking of Dad and wishing that he could have seen what I saw. He would have loved it.

The useless search of philosophers for a cause of the universe is a regressus in infinitum (a stepping backwards into the infinite) and resembles climbing up an endless ladder, the recurring question as to the cause of the cause rendering the attainment of a final goal impossible.

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

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

I've been fortunate throughout many moments in my career, and whether that was traveling to Antarctica just a year ago on a mountain-climbing expedition or flying in air shows or world-record flights. These are all significant moments that I try to reflect on.

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

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

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

I think climbing mountains or buildings or whatever has been a really good metaphor for finishing my work. Because no matter how tired you get, no matter how you feel like you can't possibly do this, somehow you do.

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

The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.

In my youth I loved climbing and scrambling up rocks and mountains: now I seldom intrude on the dweller of a second story, and my greatest enemy or friend may avoid me altogether on the third; so humbled is the aspiring spirit of my youth.

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

Climbing is a full-body sport from your fingers to your toes, but at the same time, it's like a dance on the rock. It's about being strong and fit but also graceful and elegant and efficient on the rock.

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