Top 1200 Old Trees Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

I give you this toast: To the Hobbits. May they outlast the Sarumans and see spring again in the trees.

The materials of city planning are: sky, space, trees, steel and cement; in that order and that hierarchy.

The Autumn is old; The sere leaves are flying; He hath gather'd up gold, And now he is dying;- Old age, begin sighing!

Trees are the source of your very breath - cut and you shall curtail life itself.

I am just pitifully nostalgic. I can't help but roll my eyes at myself frequently. I mean, I still shoot black-and-white film. And I am constantly reminiscing about the 'good old days.' I'm 28 years old. There haven't even been that many 'good old days.' But still, I love to look back.

What else do I have to offer? Nothing happens to me anymore. That’s the reality of getting old, and I guess that’s really the crux of the matter. I’m not ready to be old yet.

It is curious to what a degree one may become attached to a fine tree, especially when it is placed where trees are rare.

I used to be a good party boy. I'm old. I'm an old man. You pay the consequences. I'm just fine with a couple of drinks, no more than that.

When I look at green trees on a sunny day, I don't know how to make an interesting picture of that.

But if you're looking to be spooked by really tall trees then you've got to go to Washington State.

Take a lesson from the trees, watch the way they bend with each breeze, little victories.

Sometimes I feel that old desire. Then my body tells me it is 50 years old. I take the easy way instead.

Walkin' through the leaves fallin' from the trees, Feelin' like a stranger nobody sees.

How can a guy climb trees, say "Me, Tarzan, you, Jane", and make a million?

Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.

I'd like to see a return to old-school values, classic service and the old-world glamour of what dining - going out - is supposed to be.

Autumn burned brightly, a running flame through the mountains, a torch flung to the trees.

Awake. Love. Think. Speak. Be walking trees. Be talking beasts. Be divine waters.

Let soldiers on manoeuvres plant trees. Give police and criminals a shovel and a thousand seedlings.

I'm damn near 37 years old, and I'm jumping up and down on the bed like my 10-year-old. I was a wild man

Spring hangs her infant blossoms on the trees, Rock'd in the cradle of the western breeze.

A great thing about these trees is that they are excellent for cleaning, both groundwater, and of course, air.

I love old moons. There is something humanized about them; they are dulled a little, and rich in color. One can stare all night at an old moon.

I've got cheekier with age. You can get away with murder when you're 71 years old. People just think I'm a silly old fool.

My doctor tells me I should start slowing it down - but there are more old drunks than there are old doctors so let's all have another round.

You can always tell an old soldier by the inside of his holsters and cartridge boxes. The young ones carry pistols and cartridges; the old ones, grub.

The whole existence is a temple...the trees are continously in worship, the clouds are in prayer and the mountains are in meditation.

Don't go to eighth grade...don't talk about something old...don't bring up old memories that have nothing to do with who we are now. THIS is all that matters! TODAY.

Greatness, in the last analysis, is largely bravery - courage in escaping from old ideas and old standards and respectable ways of doing things.

Trees ask us to examine how we live in the natural world, with one another, and intrapersonally.

Appreciating old wine is like making love to a very old lady. It is possible. It can even be enjoyable. But it requires a bit of imagination.

A cold wind was blowing from the north, and it made the trees rustle like living things.

'Twas Easter-Sunday. The full-blossomed trees Filled all the air with fragrance and with joy.

Trees are complicated, fascinating things, usually older and more beautiful than any of us.

The diligent farmer plants trees, of which he himself will never see the fruit.

Budapest was very beautiful and spending the day under a canopy of Hungarian trees, on horseback, was fantastic.

A forest of all manner of trees is poor, if not disagreeable, in effect; a mass of one species of tree is sublime.

How can a guy climb trees, say Me Tarzan, You Jane, and make a million?

Suburbia is where the developer bulldozes out the trees, then names the streets after them.

I sometimes lose interest in the characters and get much more interested in the trees and animals.

Nature is my church. The wind in the trees and the bugs and the frogs. All those things are comfort to me.

I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are

Winter dawn is the color of metal, The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.

perhaps all this modern ferment of what's known as 'social conscience' or 'civic responsibility' isn't a result of the sense of duty, but of the old, old craving for beauty.

you boys can keep your virgins give me hot old women in high heels with asses that forgot to get old.

I think there's an interesting contradiction of having a young face and an old soul. There's something funny about it, and it also allows you to reinvent being old.

Elves are like trees, grounded and focused from the trunk down but graceful and agile on top.

The improvement of forest trees is the work of centuries. So much more the reason for beginning now.

Trees acquire strength by growing slowly and flexing with the pressures of nature. Us too.

On tight money: It reflects a reversion to the old idea that the tree can be fertilized at the top instead of at the bottom - the old trickle-down theory.

Without trees, mountains, fogs or rains, the Sun cannot create its own magic!

In every village marked with little spire, Embowered in trees, and hardly known to fame.

I am not against development, but society will go nowhere if you don't take care of trees.

Maybe in 10 years,I'll only be doing "classical" comedy. Or crashing my car into trees.

Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss.

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.

I don't know what the big deal is about old age. Old people who shine from the inside look 10 to 20 years younger.

I have an older brother, and he was a very active boy, and we were always climbing trees together.

In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, or in their place Is an open field, or a factory, or a by-pass. Old stone to new building, old timber to new fires, Old fires to ashes, and ashes to the earth Which is already flesh, fur and faeces, Bone of man and beast, cornstalk and leaf.

In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.