Top 1200 Dead Trees Quotes & Sayings - Page 6

As the three of them walked home from the trees, nobody needed to say it, but Ama knew. They had questioned their friendship. They had searched and wondered, looking for a sign. And all along they'd had their trees. You couldn't wear them. You couldn't pass them around. They offered no fashion advantage. But they had roots. They lived.

The tragedy is that we have too many dead men in the pulpits giving out too many dead sermons to too many dead people.

My fishing hole is deader than...a dead thing that's dead.

"Let the dead bury the dead." There is not a single word of Christ to which the Christian religion has paid less attention.

I got a statistic for you right now. Grab your pencil, Doug. There are five billion trees in the world. I looked it up. Under every tree is a shadow, right? So, then, what makes night? I'll tell you: shadows crawling out from under five billion trees! Think of it! Shadows running around in the air, muddying the waters you might say. If only we could figure a way to keep those darn five billion shadows under those trees, we could stay up half the night, Doug, because there'd be no night!

Where is your mother, Charlie asked. Dead. I’m sorry to hear that Thank you. But she was always dead.

I kind of think that if you show conspiracy theorists a photo of the dead Bin Laden they will come up with an explanation for why it's really a Photoshoped picture of Bin Laden asleep. Or his dead cousin Fred. Donald Trump apparently believes that Bin Laden is dead, so that ought to be enough for the Middle East.

Hip-Hop is Dead cause America is dead culturally.

Something was dead in each of us, and what was dead was hope

Each one is all in all to himself; for being dead, all is dead to him.

Forests in Colorado and the West that once had 50-100 trees per acre are now dangerously overcrowded with 500-1,000 trees per acre. Our forests are overgrown and poorly managed, making them more susceptible to large wildfires, disease, and bark beetle attacks.

Dead news like dead love has no phoenix in its ashes.

Exclusively oral cultures are unencumbered by dead knowledge, dead facts. Libraries, on the other hand, are full of them.

A drunkard is a dead man And all dead men are drunk.

Legacy is something you talk about when you're dead - and I'm not dead yet.

Escape from the realm of the dead is impossible. She's not dead. Not this time.

Normally it is not polite to go into somebody’s room without knocking, but you can make an exception if the person is dead, or pretending to be dead.

You're dead, Cordelia.' No I'm not. 'Yes you are. You're dead. Lie down.

If you don’t live though and drop dead from it, can the Simi eat you? Akri says the Simi can’t eat no living people, but he never said no doubt them newly dead people. Maybe that’s why he don’t let me near them fresh dead. (Simi)

Do dead man dream? The dead themselves are silent on the matter

I kind of think that if you show conspiracy theorists a photo of the dead Bin Laden they will come up with an explanation for why it's really a Photoshopped picture of Bin Laden asleep. Or his dead cousin Fred. Donald Trump apparently believes that Bin Laden is dead, so that ought to be enough for the Middle East.

Trust me, the being-dead part is much easier than the dying part. If you can watch much television, then being dead will be a cinch. Actually, watching television and surfing the Internet are really excellent practice for being dead.

You are either alive and proud or you are dead, and when you are dead, you can't care anyway.

When we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.

The dead's dead ... get 'em in the ground and look to the live ones.

O weep for Adonis - He is dead." "Peace. He is not dead he doth not sleep - he hath wakened from the dream of life

The purpose of life for man is growth, just as the purpose of life for trees and plants is growth. Trees and plants grow automatically and along fixed lines; man can grow as he will. Trees and plants can only develop certain possibilities and characteristics; man can develop any power which is or has been shown by any person anywhere. Nothing that is possible in spirit is impossible in flesh and blood. Nothing that man can think is impossible. Nothing that man can imagine is impossible of realization.

I said in 2008 the media is dead in America. Journalism's dead.

God is dead. Marx is dead. And I don't feel so well myself.

Well! I had the most fantastic dream! Trees crying blood. Horrible dead elves going around and killing people! Raistlin wearing black robes! It was the most incredible thing! And you were there, Sturm. Laurana and Flint. And everyone died! Well, almost everyone. Raistlin didn't. And there was a green dragon-' Tasslehoff stopped. What was wrong with his friends? Their faces were pale, their eyes wide.

There are newsweeklies that are dead. Some may still be walking, but they're dead.

So now I have sworn to bury All this dead body of hate I feel so free and so clear By the loss of that dead weight

You’re being remanded into Gourish custody…dead. (a Partini) ‘Cause let’s face it, dead was just easier. Or so they thought.’ (Syn)

There!" Apollo pointed. "Long Island, dead ahead. Let's slow down, dear. 'Dead' is only an expression.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

Shake your fist all you want but dead is dead

The piled-up dead of political violence are a generic staple of our information diet these days, and according to the generic report all massacres are created equal: the dead are innocent, the killers monstrous, the surrounding politics insane or nonexistent...The anonymous dead and their anonymous killers become their own context. The horror becomes absurd.

When the dead body said, "Good evening," Annabel had to face the grim conclusion that it wasn't as dead as she'd hoped.

I want my food dead. Not sick, not dying, dead.

When he is late for dinner and I know he must be either having an affair or lying dead in the street, I always hope he's dead.

The dead are dead but they rely on us to fulfill their hopes.

Stars. Trees breathe in starlight year after year, and it goes deep into their bones. So when you cut a tree open, you smell a hundred years' worth of light. Ancient starlight that took millions of years to reach earth. That's why trees smell so beautiful and old.

The dead will always be dead, but we have to go on living.

Being dead wasn't supposed to hurt. Where was the fairness in that? If I was dead, the least the universe could do was make it painless

A lot of people enjoy being dead. But they are not dead, really. They're just backing away from life.

There are no dead ends in life, only dead end thinking.

When you're dead, you're dead. I believe in shapes - you're not conscious of it, but you're like a tree that grows but takes a particular shape that is prewritten.

They're trying to kill me before I'm dead. I come to Quebec to spend some time with my family and they say I'm dead.

I'm not dead. I mean, I may be getting older, but I'm not dead!

Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.

Those who are dead are not dead They're just living in my head.

I'm the last survivor of a dead culture. And I don't really belong in the world anymore. And in some ways I feel I ought to be dead.

The best Christmas trees come very close to exceeding nature. If some of our great decorated trees had been grown in a remote forest area with lights that came on every evening as it grew dark, the whole world would come to look at them and marvel at the mystery of their great beauty.

All of a sudden their husband's dead and maybe a child is dead and they have absolutely nothing - and they're heading through the desert at night.

Live dead. Alive to Christ, dead to self.

When I'm dead are they going to remember me ? I don't really think about it, it's up to them. When I'm dead, who cares ? I don't.

The day after Paul Newman was dead, he was twice as dead.

Immortality is the condition of a dead man who doesn't believe he is dead

We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves. I wish for all this to be marked on by body when I am dead. I believe in such cartography - to be marked by nature, not just to label ourselves on a map like the names of rich men and women on buildings. We are communal histories, communal books. We are not owned or monogamous in our taste or experience.

Oh God.” said Magnus, “they’re dead. They’re all dead!