Top 310 Pine Quotes & Sayings

The Taliban may pine for a pre-industrial society, but most Afghans do not.

All through the hood, I'm grippin' wood and blowin' pine

The ideal job letter starts with a brilliant light. Then we realize that this brilliant light is actually sunlight, shafts of it, pouring through trees onto a thick bed of pine needles. Soft dusty resin floats in the sun shafts, invitingly. The smell of pine and sap rises from the forest floor. A twig snaps underfoot.

Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.

I found everything so remote but, at the same time, familiar when I occasionally looked into the mountains, rocks, pine trees and plums depicted in old literati paintings. My innermost feeling which was awakened by the same mountains, rocks, pine trees and plums has been totally and utterly changed. Moreover, like an apparition, it hides deep down in my vessels. The very trees and rocks have become the storage of memories and emotions from various eras. Forced by the rapid change of time and perspective, I cannot help but feel urged to face up to these things once again.

You know what I love the smell of? Christmas trees and pine. I always have a pine candle even if it's not Christmas.

I've teamed up with Pine Sol to celebrate the makers of home.

Pine needle sorbet? Pine needle sorbet?! My kids do NOT eat sorbet. They eat sherbet, and they pronounce it sherbert, and they wish it was ice cream!

I'll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me.

One doesn't lose a self, like a pair of gloves or a pine. We learn and change, or we harden into stone.

Only after Winter comes do we know that the pine and the cypress are the last to fade.

I think that I do feel that my nature is to express what this self, this particular self at this time, experiences in the world. And that is so organic - I use this metaphor a lot but I'll use it again - it's like a pine tree producing pine cones, or a blackberry bush producing blackberries - it's just what happens with this being, now.

I know what it's like to pine away for that summer romance you just can't get back.

The envious pine at others' success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.

One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow

Tom Dancer’s gift of a whitebark pine cone You never know What opportunity Is going to travel to you, Or through you. Once a friend gave me A small pine cone- One of a few He found in the scat Of a grizzly In Utah maybe, Or Wyoming. I took it home And did what I supposed He was sure I would do- I ate it, Thinking How it had traveled Through that rough And holy body. It was crisp and sweet. It was almost a prayer Without words. My gratitude, Tom Dancer, For this gift of the world I adore so much And want to belong to. And thank you too, great bear

Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.

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

The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo

Gaming, women, and wine, while they laugh they make men pine.

There is scarce a cave, an isolated rock, a lone pine tree or a pile of stones without supporting folklore.

Study the teachings of the pine tree, the bamboo, and the plum blossom. The pine is evergreen, firmly rooted, and venerable. The bamboo is strong, resilient, unbreakable. The plum blossom is hardy, fragrant, and elegant.

When the chopper would praise a pine, he will commonly tell you that the one he cut was so big that a yoke of oxen stood on its stump; as if that were what the pine had grown for, to become the footstool of oxen.

Christmas crept into Pine Cove like a creeping Christmas thing: dragging garland, ribbon, and sleigh bells, oozing eggnog, reeking of pine, and threatening festive doom like a cold sore under the mistletoe.

Is it the lumberman, then, who is the friend and lover of the pine, stands nearest to it, and understands its nature best? Is it the tanner who has barked it, or he who has boxed it for turpentine, whom posterity will fable to have been changed into a pine at last? No! no! it is the poet: he it is who makes the truest use of the pine-who does not fondle it with an axe, nor tickle it with a saw, nor stroke it with a plane. . . .

Do not steal something that already belongs to you or pine for people who are sitting right next to you.

Strange that so few ever come to the woods to see how the pine lives and grows and spires, lifting its evergreen arms to the light,--to see its perfect success; but most are content to behold it in the shape of many broad boards brought to market, and deem that its true success! But the pine is no more lumber than man is, and to be made into boards and houses is no more its true and highest use than the truest use of a man is to be cut down and made into manure.

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.

If you look close ... you can see that the wild critters have 'No Trespassing' signs tacked up on every pine tree.

The pine is the mother of legends.

The pine stays green in winter... wisdom in hardship.

Remember that the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.

We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.

Bound in primal longings, we pine to be understood by ourselves.

The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from a giant pine that lives for a thousand years.

My fans have designated themselves the, uh, 'Pine Nuts.' They're a nutty bunch.

God took pattern after a pine tree and built you noble.

Love and envy make a man pine, which other affections do not, because they are not so continual.

Lying in a Hammock at William Duffy’s Farm in Pine Island, Minnesota

A pine needle fell in the forest. The hawk saw it. The deer heard it. The white bear smelled it

No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time.

The finest of the glacier meadow gardens lie ...imbedded in the upper pine forests like lakes of light.

To pine for the days before public education became a practical reality is to pine for an America held back by mass ignorance and mass illiteracy.

Janet Carroll and Robert Pine, Chris Pine's dad, were in my first play, and they were so astonishingly good, I felt it raised my game instantly.

The first and most natural way of lighting the houses of the American colonists, both in the North and South, was by the pine-knots of the fat pitch-pine, which, of course, were found everywhere in the greatest plenty in the forests.

I'm fine at basketball. I can ride the pine with the best of them.

I found the candles—atrocious air freshening ones that smelled like fake pine.

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

i'm a perfectionist, so i'm never satisfied with myself. i've always been psychotic about that kind of stuff--in a good way. i'm very disciplined. like the food and the whole thing, i'm always looking to "how can i eventually just turn into a ball of light and fly off the planet?". until that happens and God basically pull the blinds back, i will not be satisfied... if i found out that if i ate pine nuts for the next month i could see God, i'd be eating pine nuts.

Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts . . .

I was just getting acquainted with the wood. I wanted to see if it was maple or pine.

Ever eat a pine tree? Many parts are edible.

It's only in winter that the pine and cypress are known to be evergreens.

I love Tennessee, but they don't have the pine trees and the sandy soil and the black water that I grew up around.

There is a higher law affecting our relation to pines as well as to men. A pine cut down, a dead pine, is no more a pine than a dead human carcass is a man.

Go to the pine if you want to learn about the pine, or to the bamboo if you want to learn about the bamboo. And in doing so, you must leave your subjective preoccupation with yourself. Otherwise you impose yourself on the object and you do not learn.

rush of pine scent (once upon a time), the unlicensed conviction there ought to be another way of saying this.

Many parts of a pine tree are edible.

I pine for a return to the type of old-school journalism and the tough newspapermen and women of the Thirties.