Quotes About Pines

The moon shines on the river, The wind blows through the pines- Who is this long, beautiful evening for

It was full of lush, tall pines, acres of rustic family-run farms, and the cutest foxes and bunnies.

A stately row of Monterey pines lined the highway on either side of the security gates.

The wind blows hard among the pines Toward the beginning Of an endless past. Listen: you've heard everything.

She looked up at columns of crimson and saffron and burning brown, up at the matronly falls, up at lone pines clinging to jutting rocks that must be already crashing toward her, and in the splendor she knew the Panic fear that is the deepest reaction to beauty.

I had gone far in search of the sun, and the sun, found at last, was hostile to me. And if I were to fling myself off a cliff? While I was making such rather grim speculations, considering these pines, these rocks, these waves, I suddenly felt how bound I was to this lovely, accursed universe.

Do you think of them as decoration? Think again. Here are maples, flashing. And here are the oaks, holding on all winter to their dry leaves. And here are the pines, that will never fail, until death, the instructions to be green.

The decor was nice in a fake-rustic, Martha Stewart sort of way. The furniture was what they called "simple country" where the look was indeed simple and the price outrageous. Lots of pines and wickers and antiques and dry flowers. The smell of potpourri was strong and cloying. They

The heavy trees, The grunting, shuffling branches, the robust, The nocturnal, the antique, the blue-green pines Deepen the feelings to inhuman depths.

La luna se veía grande y plateada sobre los pinos negros y hacía brillar misteriosamente las viejas piedras de las ruinas. Momo y Gigi estaban sentados en silencio el uno al lado del otro y se miraron largamente en ella: sintieron con toda claridad que, durante ese instante, ambos eran inmortales

I love all trees, but I am in love with pines.

driveway past the sheltering rows of tall Australian pines. Swiveling his head, he watched a distant humpback

Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.

There is no scent in it so wholesome as that of the pines, nor any fragrance so penetrating and restorative as the life-everlasting in high pastures.

But weren't we also talking about the white pines? What do they get out of it? This is how the white pines propagate. It is a form of pollination, or rather an innovation on pollination as we usually define it.

Creede is built of new pine boards and lies between two immense mountains covered with pines and snow.

When the three girls stepped outside, Nancy took a deep breath of air. She loved the earthy smell of the forests surrounding the lake resort, particularly the scent of the tall pines. "What a day!" she exclaimed. Only a few fleecy white clouds broke the clear blue sky.

There had hung the sense of buffering, insulation, she had noticed the absence of an intensity, as if watching a movie, just perceptibly out of focus, that the projectionist refused to fix. And had also gently conned herself into the curious, Rapunzel-like role of a pensive girl somehow, magically, prisoner among the pines and salt fogs of Kinneret, looking for somebody to say hey, let down your hair.

The moon twangs its silver strings; The river swoons into town; The wind beds down in the pines, Covers itself with stars.

The property adjoined the bay, and when the tide came in it was possible to go kayaking, which some of the residents not yet disabled by their infirmities were happy to do. This is how I would like to live, thought Irina, taking deep breaths of the sweet aroma of pines and laurels.

The late sun's brilliance could penetrate only in scattered glimmers, and everything was silent and untouched, the ground muffled with moss and sliding needles, the graceful arms of the pines stretched out protectively in every direction. And it was cool, blessedly cool and green.

He could not tell all of the California pines apart, the gray pine from the coulter, the bushop from the knobcone and the Monterey.

As pineskeep the shape of the windeven when the wind has fled and is no longer there,so wordsguard the shape of maneven when man has fled and is no longer there.

Three yearswe waited intently for the heraldclosely watchingthe pines the shore and the stars.