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Last updated on December 18, 2024.
Many trees could be saved if the government stopped printing tax forms.
I have about 1,700 species of trees, almost everything that can grow in our climate.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy. — © Henry Ward Beecher
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.
Historically, San Franciscans have not valued street trees as much as other communities have
Trees had died to make these forms, and that seemed a great pity to me.
I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.
A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening...
In my childhood I led the life of a sage, when I grew up I started climbing trees
The trees come up to my window like the yearning voice of the dumb earth
Trees have a secret life that is only revealed to those willing to climb them.
If a tree falls in the forest and no one is around to see it, do the other trees make fun of it?
I'm a farm guy, so I like to work outside, dealing with the trees and that kind of stuff. — © Glover Teixeira
I'm a farm guy, so I like to work outside, dealing with the trees and that kind of stuff.
Many trees planted around a home reduce the need for air conditioning.
The trees were full of silver-white sunlight and the meanest of them sparkled.
Bubbly roles and running around trees don't satiate an actor's quest for the best.
Listen to no one's advice except that of the wind in the trees. That can recount the whole history of mankind.
Some trees are too deeply rooted to move ... And if they are uprooted, they will die.
To me the Universe was all void of Life, of Purpose, of Volition, even of Hostility; it was one huge, dead, immeasurable Steam-engine, rolling on, in its dead indifference, to grind me limb from limb. Oh vast gloomy, solitary Golgotha, and Mill of Death! Why was the living banished thither companionless, conscious? Why, if there is no Devil; nay, unless the Devil is your God?
This feels good being back in Michigan. You know, the trees are the right height.
Feathered with hoarfrost, skeletal trees loom closer; fog shrouded arches.
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.
God gave us the earth. We have dominion over the plants, the animals, the trees.
Old trees in their living state are the only things that money cannot command.
All things such as grass and trees are soft and supple in life. At their death they are withered and dry.
At my home in the southwest of France, I grow oak, hazel, and lemon trees in my backyard.
My early business ventures included growing Christmas trees and breeding birds.
Climbing trees is still one of my favorite things to do. A tree and a good book and I'm happy.
The dance of the palm trees, the oceans calling, the first rays of sun and heaven is here.
I am a hopeless materialist. I see the soul as nothing else than the sim of activities of the organism plus personal habits - plus inherited habits, memories, experiences, of the organism. I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed.
The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds, and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.
Live your lives. Go out; take walks amongst trees.
These trees and these old people have one thing in common, they're both going in the ground soon!
Skiing combines outdoor fun with knocking down trees with your face.
Running a ball club is like raising kids who fall out of trees.
a fellow is more afraid of the trouble he might have than he ever is of the trouble he's already got. He'll cling to trouble he's used to before he'll risk a change. Yes. A man will talk about how he'd like to escape from living folks. But it's the dead folks that do him the damage. It's the dead ones that lay quiet in one place and dont try to hold him, that he cant escape from.
The trees and shrubbery seemed well-groomed and social, like pleasant people.
Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies? — © Yip Harburg
Did God who gave us flowers and trees, Also provide the allergies?
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
If you cut down a forest, it doesn't matter how many sawmills you have if there are no more trees.
I couldn‘t make sense of the mess in my head. Diego was dead, and that was the main thing, the devastating thing. Other than that, the fight was over, my coven had lost and my enemies had won. But my dead coven was full of people who would have loved to watch me burn, and my enemies were speaking to me kindly when they had no reason to.
It is thought that the virus is a degeneration from a more complex life form. It may at one time have been capable of independent life. Now has fallen to the borderline between living and dead matter. It can exhibit living qualities only in a host, by using the life of another-the renunciation of life itself, a falling towards inorganic, inflexible machine, towards dead matter
What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the reality that we are surrounded by and outnumbered by the dead. Here, is a very playful way of acknowledging that and acknowledging that and that always, whenever we play, whenever we live, we are living in both literal and metaphorical ways on the memory and bones of the dead.
MONKEY, n. An arboreal animal which makes itself at home in genealogical trees.
God in the whizzing of a pleasant wind Shall march upon the tops of mulberry trees.
Sometimes big trees grow out of acorns - I think I heard that from a squirrel.
If we surrendered to earth's intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees.
Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall. — © Janet Morris
Valor was in Nikodemos, unquestionable, and commitment like trees to stand or night to fall.
Willow trees are kind, Dear God. They will not bear a body on their limbs.
Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees
I used to climb trees and ride my bike way too fast downhill.
For me exotic means beaches, palm trees and sand and frolicking in the ocean
Trees are essentially growing chairs. There are lots of primates that sit and sleep in them.
I hit two trees and fell down a ditch. And that was just walking from the lodge.
Historically, San Franciscans have not valued street trees as much as other communities have.
Money doesn't grow on trees, and if it did somebody else would own the orchard.
To the birds and trees he talks: Caesar of his leafy Rome, There the poet is at home.
Christmas trees are a wholesome reminder of holiday memories for many Missouri families.
The true meaning of life is to plant trees, under whose shade you do not expect to sit.
Running around trees and across paddy fields can be exhausting after a while.
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