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Last updated on December 19, 2024.
I grew up wearing trousers and climbing trees.
We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.
We cannot convince a man to believe any more than we can raise the dead. Such things are the work of God's Spirit. Men are brought to faith only through the supernatural working of God, and He has promised to work-not through human wisdom or intellectual expertise, but through the preaching of Christ crucified and resurrected from the dead!
I'm Davey. I sing, make faces and swing from trees. — © Davey Havok
I'm Davey. I sing, make faces and swing from trees.
Great people plant trees they'll never sit under.
I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all... only various spaces interlocking according to the rules of a higher form of stereometry[the geometric measurement of solid bodies], between which the living and the dead can move back and forth as they like, and the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead.
Hollywood is Newark, New Jersey with palm trees.
I had this fantastic collection of Grateful Dead T-shirts and live concert music the band had give me over all these years, decades of material, and when our boys became teenagers they started going through everything and wearing the shirts and listening to the music and that's what the Grateful Dead is all about.
I have no neighbours other than animals and Joshua Trees.
Those trees seem to grow every year.
We don't want to focus on the trees (or their leaves) at the expense of the forest.
When the last red man shall have perished from the earth and his memory among the white men shall have become a myth, these shores will swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe. The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not powerless.
They took all the trees and put them in a tree museum.
He that plants trees loves others besides himself. — © Thomas Fuller
He that plants trees loves others besides himself.
Samuel Johnson Is Indignant:that Scotland has so few trees.
Arya lifted her gaze from the dead man and his dead dog. Jaqen H'ghar was leaning up against the side of the Wailing Tower. When he saw her looking, he lifted a hand to his face and laid two fingers casually against his cheek.
The God who hates trees is the founding father of patriarchy.
Maples are such sociable trees ... They're always rustling and whispering to you.
When trees burn, they leave the smell of heartbreak in the air.
When you are happy you are ordinary, because to be happy is just to be natural. To be miserable is to become extraordinary. Nothing is special in being happy - trees are happy, birds are happy, animals are happy, children are happy. What is special in that? It is just the usual thing in existence. Existence is made of the stuff called happiness. Just look! - can't you see these trees?...so happy. Can't you see the birds singing?...so happily. Happiness has nothing special in it. Happiness is a very ordinary thing.
By respecting the trees, you prove that you are a person who deserves to be respected!
It's just that the churches have been sleeping for a long time. A lot of people argue that the churches are even dead. I don't believe they're dead, but they've been sleeping, but they, I hope, will wake up, and that's one of my tasks is to make sure they wake up as much as they do before I die.
Man designs for himself a garden with a hundred kinds of trees, a thousand kinds of flowers, a hundred kinds of fruit and vegetables. Suppose, then, that the gardener of this garden knew no other distinction between edible and inedible, nine-tenths of this garden would be useless to him. He would pull up the most enchanting flowers and hew down the noblest trees and even regard them with a loathing and envious eye. This is what the Steppenwolf does with the thousand flowers of his soul. What does not stand classified as either man or wolf he does not see at all.
Any scientist can testify that a dead ocean means a dead planet .... No national law, no national precautions can save the planet. The ocean, more than any other part of our planet, ... is a classic example of the absolute need for international global action.
Yet the story of Orpheus, it occurs to me, is not just about the desire of the living to resuscitate the dead but about the ways in which the dead drag us along into their shadowy realm because we cannot let them go. So we follow them into the Underworld, descending, descending, until one day we turn and make our way back.
I can understand how people who don't really follow baseball can look at 'dead arm' and think the absolute worst. Basically, a dead arm is when your arm kind of feels a little heavy, kind of feels weak, and basically, it's just muscular fatigue.
My mom is a country lady. She wants to be in the trees.
I don't play by those rules; I'm my own worst enemy sometimes. There's something in me that has to go against the grain. You know, I don't like to be a dead fish, swimming with all the other dead fish, I like to go upstream sometimes, against the flow.
People think I am dead because they haven’t seen me around for awhile. I’m not dead, I’m very much alive, as you can see. Although, there are two things I do before I get up every morning. I look around and if I don’t smell flowers or see candles flickering I go ahead and get up.
I don't like to see Christmas trees torn down.
I found, after the experience of making 'Shaun Of The Dead' and then returning to the blank page - because 'Shaun Of The Dead' was the first screenplay I ever wrote properly - the experience of returning to the blank page and having nothing in the drawer was intensely painful.
On pavements and the bark of trees I have found whole worlds.
A storm breaks trees. It only bends grass.
Trees always remind me of Aboriginal people.
Let us go over, and sit in the shade of the trees.
We never could design a building as beautiful as the trees.
Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.
There are just so many stories that are buried on family trees.
The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit. — © Moliere
The trees that are slow to grow bear the best fruit.
Storms make trees take deeper roots.
Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin.
Last winter, when so many Living joined the Dead and our prey became scarce, I watched some of my friends become full-dead. The transition was undramatic. They just slowed down, then stopped, and after a while I realised they were corpses. It disquieted me at first, but it’s against etiquette to notice when one of us dies. I distracted myself with some groaning.
Stones have been known to move and trees to speak.
Listen to me: a family man is never a real family man. An assassin is never entirely assassin. They play a role, you understand. While a dead man, he is really dead. To be or not to be, right?
Look at the moon. How strange the moon seems! She is like a woman rising from a tomb. She is like a dead woman. One might fancy she was looking for dead things.
I don't know how I made those movies. I went out every single night, I smoked pot every single day. I drank. We did everything, but I never became a drug addict or an alcoholic. Other friends are dead, many of them. So many people in this retrospective...in Female Trouble, almost everyone is dead.
Eighty percent of air pollution comes from plants and trees.
When you dream too much of the sun, you forget the trees.
Twine from trees and plants can make good floss! — © Jenna Morasca
Twine from trees and plants can make good floss!
Nursing is an art: and if it is to be made an art, it requires an exclusive devotion as hard a preparation as any painter's or sculptor's work; for what is the having to do with dead canvas or dead marble, compared with having to do with the living body, the temple of God's spirit? It is one of the Fine Arts: I had almost said, the finest of Fine Arts.
In the countryside, planting flowers, vegetables and trees is not difficult.
In the East, they contemplate the forest; in the West, they count the trees.
I don't want to sing songs around trees anymore.
Today I stood taller from walking among the trees.
You know what they say, the high trees get the wind.
My name is Sabastian. I had a father, but he is dead. I had a mother, but she is dead to me. I have a brother, and I will Bind him to me. I have a sister, and I will teach her to love me. My name is Sabastain, and I am going to burn down the world
The eyes of this dead lady speak to me For here was love, was not to be drowned out. And here desire, not to be kissed away. The eyes of this dead lady speak to me.
in the trees this afternoon, he was a giver of bread and teddy bears.
Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees.
Oh, Ma, you're looking at all the trees, and I'm not even in the forest.
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