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Last updated on December 2, 2024.
It seems at times I should be a composer of sounds, not only of rhythms and colors. Walking under the trees, I felt as if the color made sound.
Ere, in the northern gale, The summer tresses of the trees are gone, The woods of Autumn, all around our vale, Have put their glory on.
Trees have feelings too, and no one ever says 'hi' to them. Next time you're outside and see a tree, say 'hello'. — © Daniel Johns
Trees have feelings too, and no one ever says 'hi' to them. Next time you're outside and see a tree, say 'hello'.
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
I grew up on an apple orchard with a lot of surrounding wooded area, and I ran everywhere. I was outside all the time climbing trees.
Nature is extremely important to me. Which may be just about the only trouble I'll have in New York. I'll miss the trees!
Good food for free has been the holy grail of foragers since our ancestors first climbed down from the trees.
As a kid, my first friends were the local children and we used to climb trees and run barefoot, dodging the odd scorpion.
I knew I was as gay as a goose. Then I ended up in West Hollywood, where the queers hang from the trees. I was home. I had landed.
The Gerald R. Ford Amphitheater in Vail is unlike any other performance venue in the world, set with mountains and trees as a backdrop.
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands. — © Charles Dickens
There was a frosty rime upon the trees, which, in the faint light of the clouded moon, hung upon the smaller branches like dead garlands.
How many beautiful trees gave their lives that today's scandal should, without delay, reach a million readers.
What is it?” “A prayer.” “For a child?” She nodded. “For me?” Another nod. “On a tree?” “Trees spend all day looking up at God.
On the course, what is feared is like a magnet. Water, bunkers, trees, ravines, high grass - whatever you fear turns magnetic.
I'm as old as the moon and the stars, and as young as the trees and the lakes. My style comes from looking at what came before me, and from visiting a lot of places.
In Kenya you've got the great birds and monkeys leaping through the trees overhead. It's a chance to remember what the world is really like.
Running around in the grass near an unsecured structure and a bunch of trees is a good way of taking yourself out of the gene pool.
And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals.
From the explicit prohibition against the destruction of fruit trees, our sages deduced that it is all the more forbidden to destroy the fruits themselves.
Affections injured by tyranny, or rigor of compulsion, like tempest-threatened trees, unfirmly rooted, never spring to timely growth
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No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.
As American education and intelligence becomes replaced by feelings and emotion, not seeing the forest for the trees has become a major problem.
I'm a self-taught landscape gardener; it's a real passion of mine. It's what I do in my spare time because trees don't ask questions!
When I started competing at X Games, there was so much chaos that often me and my girlfriends would go into the trees and just take a moment.
I guess I’m a little weird. I like to talk to trees and animals. That’s okay though; I have more fun than most people.
I love touring in the United States. It's dramatically different wherever you go. North to south, you're going from snow to palm trees.
Parents are often so busy with the physical rearing of children that they miss the glory of parenthood, just as the grandeur of the trees is lost when raking leaves.
And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
Spin is a tricky thing. When you're trying to avoid it - say, on a tee shot, where sidespin puts you in the trees - it's easy to make it happen.
I always think of the Pacific Northwest as giant trees, and rain, and clouds and dampness, like the Native American art from that area.
Upon the highest ridge of that round hill covered with planted oaks, the shafts of the trees show in the light like the columns of a ruin.
I use dull colors in my drawings because I started out using a root beer base, because it seemed like an interesting idea, and when it turned out that it worked quite well as an ink, I started using other colors that would complement it, like grays from Higgins black writing ink and, more recently, Dr. P.H. Martin's olive green and vermilion.
Human beings to me are as much a part of nature as trees or birds, and the unclothed body expresses this belongingness directly and powerfully.
I usually write in my kitchen, which is a large, octagonal room that looks into woods - three big windows look out into the trees. — © Chuck Palahniuk
I usually write in my kitchen, which is a large, octagonal room that looks into woods - three big windows look out into the trees.
Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life.
No matter how dim the light filtering through the trees is, you can still try your best to grasp it. -Kaien Cross
I love touring in the United States. It's dramatically different wherever you go. North to south you're going from snow to palm trees.
I will bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
Stories are thick with meanings. You can fall in love with a story for what you think it says, but you can't know for certain where it will lead your listeners. If you're telling a tale to teach children to be generous, they may fix instead on the part where your hero hides in an olive jar, then spend the whole next day fighting about who gets to try it first. People take what they need from the stories they hear. The tale is often wiser than the teller.
I stared at the enormous homes, the landscaping and flower beds immaculate. It was as if dollar bills, instead of leaves, hung from the trees.
For captive gorillas, trees should be available to climb and material such as straw, branches, or bamboo supplied for nest building.
Trees are much like human beings and enjoy each other's company. Only a few love to be alone.
I don't see the point of photographing trees or rocks because they're there and anyone can photograph them if they're prepared to hang around and wait for the light.
Bless... the two painting masters who first pointed out to me that there was coming and going among trees, that there was sunlight in shadows. — © Emily Carr
Bless... the two painting masters who first pointed out to me that there was coming and going among trees, that there was sunlight in shadows.
The coconut trees, lithe and graceful, crowd the beach like a minuet of slender elderly virgins adopting flippant poses.
I was very physical as a child - we lived on a smallholding, and I was always outside making mud pies or building structures up trees.
In a cool solitude of trees Where leaves and birds a music spin, Mind that was weary is at ease, New rhythms in the soul begin.
From the plough to paper, from the wheel to house, from tool handles to sailing ships. Man would have been nothing without trees.
Outside, a gusty October breeze was combing leaves from the trees and sending them across her backyard in colorful skitters.
My mother preferred trees to certain kinds of people. Increasingly, as I get older I have to admit that I occasionally understand her preference.
I'm not an extreme tree-hugger. I do believe trees grow and are a useful agricultural product that can be harvested without damaging the ecology and wildlife.
Nature is good for all of us. When we're exposed to trees and other natural settings - even within the city, it fosters creativity.
When anyone asks me about the Irish character, I say look at the trees. Maimed, stark and misshapen, but ferociously tenacious.
Clouds, torsos, shells, peppers, trees, rocks, smoke stacks, are but interdependent, interrelated parts of a whole, which is life.
For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves.
The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees.
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