Quotes About Pine

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

When I step into the kitchen in the morning, I go for the scrambled eggs with pine nuts and minced lamb. When I finish at night, it is hard to resist the burger.

'Out of the box' corporate thinking helped carry real American innovation out in a box. A pine box.

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

My wife and I just prefer Seattle. It's a beautiful city. Great setting. You open your front door in the morning and the air smells like pine and the sea, as opposed to bus exhaust.

The pine is the mother of legends.

Feel you the barren flattery of a rhyme? Can poets soothe you, when you pine for bread, By winding myrtle round your ruin'd shed?

The three species of pine native to Wisconsin (white, red and jack) differ radically in their opinions about marriageable age. The precocious jackpine sometimes bloom and bears cones a year or two after leaving the nursery, and a few of my 13-year-old jacks already boast of grandchildren. My 13-year-old reds first bloomed this year, but my whites have not yet bloomed; they adhere closely to the Anglo-Saxon doctrine of free, white, and twenty-one.

The waving of a pine tree on the top of a mountain - a magic wand in Nature's hand - every devout mountaineer knows its power; but the marvelous beauty value of what the Scotch call a breckan in a still dell, what poet has sung this?

Castle Rannoch is not the most delightful spot at the best of times. It lies beneath an impressive black crag, at the head of a black loch, protected from the worst of gales by a stand of dark and gloomy pine forest. Even the poet Wordsworth, invited here during his ramblings, could find nothing to say about it, except for a couplet scribbled on a sheet of paper found in the wastepaper basket.

Workers collected crude turpentine, the liquid resin of the longleaf pine, by "boxing": cutting a large, chevron-shaped drainage into a tree with a deep notch below it that collected the liquid, which was then scooped out and barreled.

The leaves have mostly fallen, so the pines are having their glorious reign.

All around the lobby were flickering red candles, and the room was filled with a pleasant scent of cinnamon, clove, and pine.

Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I'm speaking to everyone—assume a middle distance and transcend myself—but I'm taking to you and you know it.

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

Adrian: Do you smell that?" Sydney: "I smell the paint, and . . . wait . . . is that pine?" Adrian: "Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned. With these hands, these hands that don't do manual labor.

Damn straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned ." He gestured to the kitchen dramatical y. "With these hands, these hands that don't do manual labor.

Smoking cheap Spanish filthy sock-tobacco under a pine tree was so much better than trying to hold it together on escalators. There was something comforting about being literally lost when I was lost in every other way...

Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine That lights the pathway but one step ahead Across a void of mystery and dread.

Then I sniffed more deeply. "I smell the paint, and...wait...is that pine?" He looked impressed. "Dame straight. Pine-scented cleaner. As in, I cleaned!" He gestured to the kitchen dramatically. "With these hands that don't do manual labor.

squirrel is in a pine tree, when all of a sudden, it starts shaking. He looks down, and sees an elephant climbing the tree. 'What are you doing? Why are you climbing my tree?' the squirrel calls down to the elephant. 'I'm coming up there to eat some pears!' the elephant responds. 'You fool! This is a pine tree! There aren't any pears up here!' The elephant looks perplexed for a moment, and then says, 'Well, I brought my own pears.

There is a popular saying, "More rare than pine is the smell of pining"—which is rare indeed, for there are few pine trees in this part of the Ozarks.

I don't want to need you, 'cause I can't have you.

And the pine trees that smell so wonderfully of spicy power. Shall I never see a mountain pine again? Really that would be no misfortune. To forgo something: that also has its fragrance and its power.