Top 1200 Dark Trees Quotes & Sayings - Page 20

I had the radio on, I was driving. Trees flew by, me and Del were singing, Little Runaway, I was flying.

My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it.

The Japanese put houses in among the trees and allowed nature to gain the ascendancy in any composition.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature's peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees.

It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul. That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.

My voice sounded like one of the guinea fowl that screeched in our trees as it pooped, but I never let that stop me.

The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God.

I knew, as every peasant does, that land can never be truly owned. We are the keepers of the soil, the curators of trees.

I talk to trees and animals. We have interesting conversations about food, weather, and love. They sometimes can predict the future.

If human beings could be propagated by cutting, like apple trees, aristocracy would be biologically sound.

Jolly boating weather, And a hay harvest breeze, Blade on the feather, Shade off the trees.

Listen to the trees talking in their sleep,' she whispered, as he lifted her to the ground. 'What nice dreams they must have!

Abundance is mine. I cannot be deprived of my supply. The trees do not lack for leaves, nor do the flowers fail to bloom.

I don't know why women are so mad about flowers. Personally, they leave me cold. I prefer trees.

I SEE thee better in the dark, I do not need a light. The love of thee a prism be Excelling violet. I see thee better for the years That hunch themselves between, The miner’s lamp sufficient be To nullify the mine. And in the grave I see thee best— Its little panels be A-glow, all ruddy with the light I held so high for thee! What need of day to those whose dark Hath so surpassing sun, It seem it be continually At the meridian?

Woods are rich with biodiversity and, above all, places of trees and light that spangles a thousand greens through the leaves.

Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people

I don't know, maybe I made it up. Anyway, it's an arbo-tree-ist, somebody who knows about trees.

On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! And the Monkeys all say Boo! Theres a Nang Nong Ning Where the trees go Ping! And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo On the Nong Ning Nang All the Mice go Clang! And you just cant catch em when they do! So its Ning Nang Nong! Cows go Bong! Nong Nang Ning! Trees go Ping! Nong Ning Nang! The mice go Clang! What a noisy place to belong,Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!

Yesterday I staked off the ground on the hill for an orchard. I want to get 1000 apple trees agrowing.

All action is prayer. All trees are desire-fulfilli ng. All water is the Ganga. All land is Varanasi. Love everything.

Watch out for trees and traffic. The change is slow, the impact great, yet we miss the one and mistake the other.

I think women have a unique talent for being able to see the forest and the trees at the same time.

You learned in school that you have pencils and paper only because the trees gave themselves in unconditional sacrifice.

The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.

We have lots of fruit trees and vegetables - we live endlessly on courgettes. I certainly wouldn't approve of a diet of McDonald's for my children.

I began to know my story then. Like everybody's, it was going to be the story of living in the absence of the dead. What is the thread that holds it all together? Grief, I thought for a while. And grief is there sure enough, just about all the way through. From the time I was a girl I have never been far from it. But grief is not a force and has no power to hold. You only bear it. Love is what carries you, for it is always there, even in the dark, or most in the dark, but shining out at times like gold stitches in a piece of embroidery.

Good intentions but bad results; bad results but lessons learned. There is a dark corner on every task beautiful and a beautiful corner on every task dark.

i was momentarily sidetracked by the vision of Eric herding a cow into a trailer and driving it to the shoulder of the the interstate and shooing it into the trees.

There's a dark side to each and every human soul. We wish we were Obi-Wan Kenobi, and for the most part we are, but there's a little Darth Vader in all of us. Thing is, this ain't no either or proposition. We're talking about dialectics, the good and the bad merging into us. You can run but you can't hide. My experience? Face the darkness, stare it down. Own it. As brother Nietzsche said, being human is a complicated gig. Give that old dark night of the soul a hug! Howl the eternal yes!

Virtuous persons and fruit-laden trees bow, but fools and dry sticks break because they do not bend.

I sincerely believe that there's room for cutting down trees for forestry and grazing, so as we all get to eat. Everyone has to compromise.

Stanford University is so startlingly paradisial, so fragrant and sunny, it's as if you could eat from the trees and live happily forever.

I know that I was hiking at a very young age because I remember being convinced that it was the trees that were talking.

I was always in hospital as a kid: I had a tumour on my knee, lots of broken bones. I loved climbing trees.

It's not palm trees and neon signs in Florida; it's strip malls, highways, hot sun beating down on you.

Plant trees. They give us two of the most crucial elements for our survival: oxygen and books.

I'm an adrenaline junkie. I love climbing crazy trees or cliffs, which doesn't make my mom very happy.

The first rule of hurricane coverage is that every broadcast must begin with palm trees bending in the wind.

I don't believe in carbon offsetting. Planting 60 trees so you don't have to say your Hail Marys that night? It's a crock.

Kiss me with rain on your eyelashes, come on, let us sway together, under the trees, and to hell with thunder.

The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.

I adore water, so it would be a real adventure to visit the Amazon before they chop down all the trees.

My main ambition as a gardener is to water my orange trees with gin, then all I have to do is squeeze the juice into a glass.

I grew up barefoot, dirty, climbing trees. It made me appreciate things more.

Old age is a flight of small cheeping birds skimming bare trees above a snow glaze.

Why, he wondered, should he remember her suddenly, on such a day, watching the rain falling on the apple trees?

Venice Beach is incredibly quiet at night: no streetlights, no traffic, hummingbirds in the garden, palm trees everywhere.

Whenever learners or those beyond learning awaken the mind, for the first time they plant one buddha-nature. Working with the four elements and five clusters, if they practice sincerely they attain enlightenment. Working with plants, trees, fences and walls, if they practice sincerely they will attain enlightenment. This is because the four elements and five clusters and plants, trees, fences and walls are fellow students; because they are of the same essence, because they are the same mind and the same life, because they are the same body and the same mechanism.

My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it

Yesterday I staked off the ground on the hill for an orchard. I want to get 1,000 apple trees agrowing.

Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.

Silence is golden for me. I live in the country and hear only my pets, birds, crickets, and the wind in the trees.

The quiet was so deep that their feet seemed to thump along while all the trees leaned over them and listened.

I have fruit trees. Cows for fresh milk, yoghurt. My own wheat. I'm basically self-sufficient.

As a little kid, I climbed a lot of trees because I always loved the bird's-eye view.

The one who plants trees, knowing that he will never sit in their shade, has at least started to understand the meaning of life.

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.