Top 1200 Dead Trees Quotes & Sayings - Page 19

The circumstances of the world are continually changing, and the opinions of men change also; and as government is for the living, and not for the dead, it is the living only that has any right in it. That which may be thought right and found convenient in one age, may be thought wrong and found inconvenient in another. In such cases, who is to decide, the living, or the dead?

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.

...think of agriculture as something the grasses did to people to conquer the trees.

To exist as a nation, to prosper as a state, and to live as a people, we must have trees.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

Without birds, trees would be very lonely and men too!

I refused [to study under Rodin] because nothing grows under large trees.

A statesman who shakes the fruit trees of his neighbors - to dislodge the worms.

The remarks that [Steven] Lerner gave at Pace University: "'Unions are almost dead. We cannot survive doing what we do but the simple fact of the matter is community organizations are almost dead also. And if you think about what we need to do it may give us some direction which is essentially what the folks that are in charge - the big banks and everything - what they want is stability.'" So we have "'to destabilize the folks that are in power and start to rebuild a movement'".

I am sorry, but if you believe the newest death of OBL, you're stupid. Just think to yourself - they paraded Saddam's dead sons around to prove they were dead - why do you suppose they hastily buried this version of OBL at sea? This lying, murderous Empire can only exist with your brainwashed consent - just put your flags away and THINK!

You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the past. It's frightening how many people and things there are in a man's past that have stopped moving. The living people we've lost in the crypts of time sleep so soundly side by side with the dead that the same darkness envelops them all. As we grow older, we no longer know whom to awaken, the living or the dead.

I was thinking, while I was running..." He paused. "About not hitting the trees, I hope.

Pan is dead! great Pan is dead! Pan, Pan is dead!

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

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

Geography is just physics slowed down, with a couple of trees stuck in it.

Objects exist and if one pays more attention to them than to people, it is precisely because they exist more than the people. Dead objects are still alive. Living people are often already dead.

And they need not cause you grief. As my Highland grandmother said-and she had the Sight-Tis not the dead ye have to be concerned about! Beware of the Living! And she was a wise woman. The dead are beyond your help or mine, poor things. But the living need us. Thirty souls at the least, Phryne, are still on that island to praise God who might now be angels-or devils.

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

The trees that have it in their pent-up buds To darken nature and be summer woods.

Wherever the bird with no feet flew, she found trees with no limbs.

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

Winter giveth the fields, and the trees so old, their beards of icicles and snow.

There is no differentiation between all living things: trees, river, animals, and humans.

Sometimes leadership is planting trees under whose shade you'll never sit.

Trees and plants always look like the people they live with, somehow.

Princes don't come around everyday, and happy endings don't grow on trees

There is something nobly simple and pure in a taste for the cultivation of forest trees.

My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain.

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

The only vegetable I liked when I was little was broccoli, which I called trees.

My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called "standing people. . . ."

It's a taboo subject. How the dead are betrayed by the living. We who are living--we who have survived--understand that our guilt is what links us to the dead. At all times we can hear them calling to us, a growing incredulity in their voices, You will not forget me -- will you? How can you forget me? I have no one but you.

They're still building and testing / But what can we do / Condemning the seas and the land and the trees to a tomb

A fool does not see the same trees a wise man sees.

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

You start admiring someone who's famous for actually doing something---imagine that---and I swear to you I will buy you every item in her entire wardrobe. But over my own dead body will I spend my own time and money turning you into a clone of some brain-dead waste of skin who thinks the pinnacle of achievement is selling her wedding shots to a magazine.

I'm telling you, man, after I did 'Land of the Dead,' which Mark Canton produced, Universal picked it up, and I had to use stars. I didn't think I needed stars - Dennis Hopper was in it. I loved him. We hung out. I loved him, but his cigar budget was more than we paid for the entire budget of 'Night of the Living Dead.'

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

Cold be hand and heart and bone, and cold be sleep under stone: never more to wake on stony bed, never, till the Sun fails and the Moon is dead. In the black wind the stars shall die, and still on gold here let them lie, till the dark lord lifts his hand over dead sea and withered land.

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

Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.

Everything - even mountains, rivers, plants and trees - should be your teacher.

If only people were trees… I might like them better.

Trees do not force their sap, nor does the flower push its bloom.

The trees reflected in the river - they are unconscious of a spiritual world so near to them. So are we.

Many trees have died so that the Catholic Church can preach against homosexuality.

Fear cannot touch me… It can only taunt me, It cannot take me, Just tell me where to go… I can either follow, Or stay in my bed… I can hold on To the things that I know… The dead stay dead, They cannot walk. The shadows are darkness. And darkness cannot talk

What is paradise, but, a garden, an orchard of trees and herbs, full of pleasure and nothing there but delights.

She tried to walk softly and wished the trees wouldn't stare at her so.

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

Herman Melville is not comforting. Emily Dickinson isn’t either. Maybe their work is too hungry for comfort, or just too vivid for comfort. But Henry James is – profoundly so. Because he is tender. The tenderness is there in the structure of the sentence. He knows the way the poor and the dead are forgotten by the living, and he cannot allow that to happen. So he keeps on writing for them, for the dead, as if they were children to be sheltered and loved, never abandoned.

All of our ideas come from the natural world: trees equal umbrellas.

When a storm comes, it is the trees that get uprooted. Be as humble as the grass and nothing can touch you.

They've got plastic Christmas trees now. They're hard to tell from the real aluminum ones.

Too old to plant trees for my own gratification, I shall do it for my posterity.

I have been naturally inclined towards mountains, trees, flowers, and rivers.

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

In God’s garden of grace, even broken trees bear fruit...

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