Top 1200 Dark Trees Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

I have about 1,700 species of trees, almost everything that can grow in our climate.

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

Historically, San Franciscans have not valued street trees as much as other communities have.

He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.

The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.

Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees

The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth

Bubbly roles and running around trees don't satiate an actor's quest for the best.

The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.

In my childhood I led the life of a sage, when I grew up I started climbing trees

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

I'm a farm guy, so I like to work outside, dealing with the trees and that kind of stuff.

Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.

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

The dark has to be contained in the light or the light will be contained in the dark.

Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?

To the birds and trees he talks: Caesar of his leafy Rome, There the poet is at home.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

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

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...

The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds, and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.

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

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, Stay awhile.

I hit two trees and fell down a ditch. And that was just walking from the lodge.

The thousands small birds of January in their smooth soaring cloud finding the trees.

Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.

Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.

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

All things such as grass and trees are soft and supple in life. At their death they are withered and dry.

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

Christmas trees are a wholesome reminder of holiday memories for many Missouri families.

Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.

If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?

God in the whizzing of a pleasant wind Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees.

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

Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind.

It's easy to die. Just give your breath back to the trees and the wind.

It was about eleven o'clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills. I was wearing my powder-blue suit, with dark blue shirt, tie and display handkerchief, black brogues, black wool socks with dark little clocks on them. I was neat, clean, shaved and sober, and I didn't care who knew it. I was everything the well-dressed private detective ought to be. I was calling on four million dollars.

Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?

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

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

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

My early business ventures included growing Christmas trees and breeding birds.

Leaves turned to soil beneath my feet. Thus it is, trees eat themselves.

Climbing trees is still one of my favorite things to do. A tree and a good book and I'm happy.

Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees

Trees have a secret life that is only revealed to those willing to climb them.

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.

Live your lives. Go out; take walks amongst trees.

Kids not only understand [a dark story] but appreciate it … Because in the real world there's fear, and dark things happen no matter how young you are. People lose parents, people lose friends … There's darkness in the world. So I think when kids are talked to in that way, they appreciate it. They're not being given some candy-coated, 'Oh, this is a world where there are no stakes.' I think that actually insults their intelligence.

For me exotic means beaches, palm trees and sand and frolicking in the ocean

These trees and these old people have one thing in common - they're both going in the ground soon!

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

"Ay," said the Captain, reverentially; "it's a almighty element. There's wonders in the deep, my pretty. Think on it when the winds is roaring and the waves is rowling. Think on it when the stormy nights is so pitch dark," said the Captain, solemnly holding up his hook, "as you can't see your hand afore you, excepting when the wiwid lightning reweals the same; and when you drive, drive, drive through the storm and dark, as if you was a driving, head on, to the world without end."

If I had cleared the trees and drove the green, it would've been a great shot.

Historically, San Franciscans have not valued street trees as much as other communities have

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

I used to climb trees and ride my bike way too fast downhill.

The [peppered-moth] experiments show the effects of predation on the survival of the dark and of the normal forms of the Peppered Moth in a clean environment and in one polluted by smoke. The experiments beautifully demonstrate natural selection--or survival of the fittest--in action, but they do not show evolution in progress, for however the population may alter in their content of light, intermediate or dark forms, all the moths remain from beginning to end Biston Betularia.