Quotes About Oak

And Seaman, just like a falling oak, manages to change direction.

was quiet but for the sound of a tractor laboring at the park's edge, cleaning leaves amid a stand of bare oak trees.

Trust the Oak," said she; "trust the Oak, and the Elm, and the great Beech. Take care of the Birch, for though she is honest, she is too young not to be changeable. But shun the Ash and the Alder; for the Ash is an ogre,—you will know him by his thick fingers; and the Alder will smother you with her web of hair, if you let her near you at night.

A thousand Dreams within me softly burn: From time to time my heart is like some oak Whose blood runs golden where a branch is torn.

Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.

As much as I love crisp, clean whites, there's always a time for rich but balanced Chardonnays with oak, especially at Thanksgiving.

Under an oak, in stormy weather,I joined this rogue and whore together;And none but he who rules the thunderCan put this rogue and whore asunder.

was a magnificent structure for its time and place—a sanitarium of three stories, plus a basement. Dormer windows jutted over a porch that ran the full length; a dark, oak staircase in the grand foyer dominated the interior. There was even a kitchen, an office, and of course, the Treatment Room.

Rin slept inside the oak's thought. Its own memories of weather and growth continued to hum, and like a pond, its stillness reflected back herself.

They came across more ragged men resting in the shade of an oak tree. These soldiers all wore blue uniforms. Again

a very tall oak tree. At the

He felt safe in the oak tree's presence; it was a thing that nothing could change or threaten; it was his greatest symbol of strength.

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart

Everywhere beneath the branches of the four oak trees the moonlight showed him pools of drying blood and tufts of torn-out fur.

Norden and Hagen treated their new commanding officer, who was still leaning nonchalantly against Hitler's oak, to a look of heroic pride or oxlike trust, whichever.

For it's home, dearie, home--it's home I want to be. Our topsails are hoisted, and we'll away to sea. O, the oak and the ash and the bonnie birken tree They're all growing green in the old countrie.

At my home in the southwest of France, I grow oak, hazel, and lemon trees in my backyard.

Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn, Greater are none beneath the Sun Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.

And I wondered if the oak could steal the DNA pattern from thorns and incorporate them into its own DNA. Some plants could do that.

Beauty is not all there is of poetry. It must contain the truth. It is not simply an oak, rude and grand, neither is it simply a vine. It is both. Around the oak of truth runs the vine of beauty.

Here I am, sitting at a little oak table where in old times possibly some fair lady sat to pen, with much thought and many blushes, her ill-spelt love-letter, and writing in my diary in shorthand all that has happened since I closed it last.

The domesticated wilderness of pine, maple and oak rolled to a halt and stuck in the frame of the train window like a bad picture.

At last Niko dropped his hands, and opened his eyes. His perfect tree illusion solidified and settled. Very nice, said Briar with approval. Couldn't have done better myself Couldn't do it at all yourself, muttered Tris. Briar ignored her. But you'd never find a cork oak in these parts. Too cold. Niko looked down his nose at the boy. I beg your pardon? Briar shrugged. Just thought I'd mention it. Niko glared.

My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest.... My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth. This is the way of truth.