Top 1200 Tree Limbs Quotes & Sayings - Page 16

I don't have to look up my family tree, because I know that I'm the sap.

One is wise to cultivate the tree that bears fruit in our soul.

Everyone knows an ant, can't, move a rubber tree plant.

Blood is that fragile scarlet tree we carry within us.

What are you up to?" "I was trying to climb that tree. But I fell. Now I'm bored.

General principles... are to the facts as the root and sap of a tree are to its leaves.

If a tree falls in the forest and kills your ex-wife, what do you do with the lumber?

That's the way I do things when I want to celebrate, I always plant a tree.

...it is so silly of people to fancy that old age means crookedness and witheredness and feebleness and sticks and spectacles and rheumatism and forgetfulness! It is so silly! Old age has nothing whatever to do with all that. The right old age means strength and beauty and mirth and courage and clear eyes and strong painless limbs.

Since the universe must contain millions of appropriate planets, consciousness in some form - but not with the paired eyes and limbs, and the brain built of neurons in the only example we know - may evolve frequently. But if only one origin of life in a million ever leads to consciousness, then Martian bacteria most emphatically do not imply Little Green Men.

A spaniel, a woman, and a walnut tree, the more they're beaten the better they be.

Chopped down the tree of peace, but it will grow again.

old pear tree starlings announce harvest time

Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree.

There are so many tender and holy emotions flying about in our inward world, which, like angels, can never assume the body of an outward act; so many rich and lovely flowers spring up which bear no seed, that it is a happiness poetry was invented, which receives into its limbs all these incorporeal spirits, and the perfume of all these flowers.

I will be waiting by candlelight in our tree house of the mind.

This is the blood's wild tree that grows the intricate and folded rose

The Bible is the story of two gardens: Eden and Gethsemane. In the first, Adam took a fall. In the second, Jesus took a stand. In the first, God sought Adam. In the second, Jesus sought God. In Eden, Adam hid from God. In Gethsemane, Jesus emerged from the tomb. In Eden, Satan led Adam to a tree that led to his death. From Gethsemane, Jesus went to a tree that led to our life.

the scythers, Time and Death, Helmed locusts, move upon the tree of breath

A Christmas tree--the perfect gift for a guy. The plant is already dead.

A thought falls like a ripe fruit from the tree of idleness.

Myth is never a single story. It is always a tree with many branches.

On the last day of the world I would want to plant a tree

Writer is a monkey, jumping from one tree to another in the jungle of words.

Mischief and malice grow on the same branch of the tree of evil.

I almost wish I'd had the forethought to eat a tree myself.

?Kyo-kun and Tohru sitting in a tree... K-I-S...? - Shigure Sohma

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

A traitor is good fruit to hang from the boughs of the tree of liberty.

is there not an Arabick Proverb which goes, 'No one throws Stones at a Barren Tree'?

No tree in all the grove but has its charms, Though each its hue peculiar.

I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree.

Bend down, bend down. Excess is the only ease, so bend. The sun is in the tree. Put your mouth on mine. Bend down beam & slash, for Dread is dreamed-up-scenes of what comes after death. Is being fled from what bends down in pain. The elbow bends in the brain, lifts the cup. The worst is yet to dream you up, so bend down the intrigue you dreamed. Flee the hayneedle in the brain's tree. Excess allures by leaps. Stars burn clean. Oriole bitches and gleams. Dread is the fear of being less forever. So bend. Bend down and kiss what you see.

The philosophy that I've embraced isn't about sitting under a tree and studying my navel.

Even if one tree falls down it wouldn't affect the entire forest.

All theory, my friend, is grey, But green is life's glad golden tree.

If what I say resonates with you, it's merely because we're branches of the same tree.

The tree of life was always there. Evolution just fills in the gaps.

Idleness is emptiness; the tree in which the sap is stagnant, remains fruitless.

Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.

If the world knew what I was doing, they would hang me from the highest tree.

If your cat falls out of a tree, go indoors to laugh.

Each has his own tree of ancestors, but at the top of all sits Probably Arboreal.

Maybe you're not doing it right""I wasn't aware there was a technique to tree hugging.

The tree which fills the arms grew from the tiniest sprout.

A tree grows. If you're staying the same, something is wrong. You're not alive.

I looked up my family tree and found out I was the sap.

A heart monitor is only useful if it's being remotely monitored if there's security. That is a massive issue that you need to solve. The difference between having the Internet in your phone and having the Internet understand your pulse and the motion of all of your limbs. There's just a different level of security and robustness that's required.

It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.

A tree fell on Greg Abbott - he sued and got millions.

And here I am, strapped into a tree, a stone's throw from the biggest idiot in the games.

Moments like this are buds on the tree of life. Flowers of darkness they are.

When you can see the beauty of a tree, then you will know what love is.

Love likes not the falling fruit, Nor the withered tree.

As a tree my sin stands To darken all lands; Death is the fruit it bore.

Ever eat a pine tree? Many parts are edible.

He who has not Christmas in his heart will never find it under a tree.

It is remarkable how closely the history of the apple tree is connected with that of man.

What did the tree learn from the earth to be able to talk with the sky?

O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green; But as the time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves-- Hides her fruit under them, hard to find. . . . . But by and by, when the flowers grow few And the fruits are dwindling and small to view-- Out she comes in her matron grace With the purple myriads of her race; Full of plenty from root to crown, Showering plenty her feet adown. While far over head hang gorgeously Large luscious berries of sanguine dye, For the best grows highest, always highest, Upon the mulberry-tree.