The very first song I ever wrote was called 'I See Between The Trees,' when I was 9. It was really bad.
I'm interested in raw land and trees and fresh air and rivers and lots of animals around them.
Actually, being a hero is not easy. You have to dance around trees, not to mention all the odd and unnatural things you have to do.
In the beauty and grandeur of individual trees, and in number and variety of species, the Sierra forests surpass all others
We're planting trees to break up the concrete jungle. We're building public transportation and affordable housing.
Trees are right at the heart of all the necessary debates: ecological, social, economic, political, moral, religious.
I grew up barefoot, dirty, climbing trees. It made me appreciate things more.
If someone were to think that trees are made to support the sky, they would all seem too short.
I listened to the pure crystalline notes of one of Mozart's concertos dropping at my feet like leaves from the trees.
I believe that music should be grown on trees, to be plucked like a fruit without the extravagance of harvest.
Sometimes it's best to speak from ignorance: that way, you can see the wood without being distracted by the trees.
You learned in school that you have pencils and paper only because the trees gave themselves in unconditional sacrifice.
The Japanese put houses in among the trees and allowed nature to gain the ascendancy in any composition.
When everybody's looking at you, it does your head in. When you're always on the inside, sometimes you can't see the forest for the trees.
Interspersed in lawn and opening glades,
Thin trees arise that shun each others' shades.
Everything looks nicer when you win. The girls are prettier. The cigars taste better. The trees are greener.
Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.
May the trees continue to thrive and flourish on this earth, filling our hearts with joy and inspiration.
Like black hulks the shadows of the great trees ride at anchor on the billowy sea of grass.
Waves, sky, trees, Essrog - I was off the page now, away from the grammar of skyscrapers and pavement.
I'll lie here and learn How, over their ground, Trees make a long shadow And a light sound.
On the Ning Nang Nong Where the Cows go Bong! And the Monkeys all say Boo! Theres a Nang Nong Ning Where the trees go Ping! And the tea pots Jibber Jabber Joo On the Nong Ning Nang All the Mice go Clang! And you just cant catch em when they do! So its Ning Nang Nong! Cows go Bong! Nong Nang Ning! Trees go Ping! Nong Ning Nang! The mice go Clang! What a noisy place to belong,Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!
I think women have a unique talent for being able to see the forest and the trees at the same time.
Keeping your body healthy is an expression of gratitude to the whole cosmos — the trees, the clouds, everything.
Imitate the magnificent trees that speak no word of their rapture, but only breathe largely the luminous breeze.
They all went down in droves because just scenes of palm trees and beaches can get pretty boring.
Are you a hoarder of more negative thoughts or positive ones? Whichever ones you hoard, grow into trees and then forests.
In the wind, the trees, like agitated lions preparing to roar, shook their great green manes.
Reflectors need to be placed on trees every 50 feet so people can hike at night with flashlights.
There was nothing to react to except wind and trees [in Cast Away]. It was like making a silent movie.
The light was cut to lace by the trees that had grown so thick with leaves in the last few months.
The planting of trees is the least self-centered of all that we can do. It is a purer act of faith than the procreation of children.
The conventional Indian movie industry is not for me: I cannot dance around trees or the water-fountain.
I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.
The seeds that we speed into life to be trees, will soon become fallen if thier roots aren't deep.
I prayed to trees. This was easier than praying directly to God. There was nearly always a tree nearby.
Jolly boating weather,
And a hay harvest breeze,
Blade on the feather,
Shade off the trees.
It's about time trees were good for something, instead of just standing there like jerks!
I love the sound of the wind in the trees and the song of the birds and the shuffle in the leaves of my many woodland friends.
Readers don't grow in trees. But they are grown-in places where they are fertilized with lots of print, and above all, read to daily.
I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.
Though my verse but roam the air And murmur in the trees, You may discern a purpose there, As in music of the bees.
When you go through something, like, you learn to appreciate little things - the birds, trees, flowers.
Say, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?
Phocion compared the speeches of Leosthenes to cypress-trees. "They are tall," said he, "and comely, but bear no fruit."
'Tis thought the king is dead; we will not stay. The bay trees in our country are all wither'd.
I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy.
It is ourselves that we must spread under Christ's feet, not coats nor lifeless branches or shoots of trees.
I grew up in New York City, so I have, like, an inherent fear of trees, I think, in general.
How long will we keep making films where hero-heroine is dancing around trees?
As a little kid, I climbed a lot of trees because I always loved the bird's-eye view.
One mustn't ask apple trees for oranges, France for sun, women for love, life for happiness.
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts . . .
I need to travel - I crave the power of the ocean and the trees give me so much energy to think.
The ground has on its clothes. The trees poke out of sheets and each branch wears the sock of God.
Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth, the trees of the wood are the greatest in dignity.
The gods created certain kinds of beings to replenish our bodies... they are the trees and the plants and the seeds.
Watch out for trees and traffic.
The change is slow, the impact great, yet we miss the one and mistake the other.
It is humankind's duty to respect all life, not only animals have feelings but even also trees and plants.
Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen, Voices whisper in the trees, "Tonight is Halloween!"
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