Quotes About Pine

On a training mission, he'd watched as Nightstalker pilots cut their own landing zone using the rotors of the helicopter as giant hedge clippers. They'd been landing in a pine forest and he marveled as the helo dropped into the hole of its own making—pine

back home.. the tablecloth of civilization makes us forget the already painted pine it covers! ([50], Zenith trans.)

Arroio, esse cantar, jovem e puro, Busca o oceano por achar; E a fala dos pinhais, marulho obscuro, É o som presente desse mar futuro, É a voz da terra ansiando pelo mar.

Uh, I do not wear a wig in 'Star Trek' like I did in 'Bottle Shock,' thank God. 'Bottle Shock' will be the last wig movie I ever do.

WITCHES TAKE THEIR NAMES FROM PLACES, for places are what give them their strength. The place need not be beautiful, or habitable, or even green. Sand and salt, so much the better. Scrub pine, plumberry, and brambles, better still. From every bitter thing, after all, something hardy will surely grow. From every difficulty, the seed that's sewn is that much stronger.

When it came to love, you must always be careful. If you dropped something belonging to the man you loved into a candle flame, then added pine needles and marigold flowers, he would arrive on your doorstep by morning, so you would do well to be certain you wanted him there.

Mentre io piango come piangono i pini dentro la brocca di resina senza che nessuno se ne accorga [...]

Parachuting through the air around him, blown out of the firs, are hundreds of pine needles bundled in twos. He catches one, imagines it as a little man with a truncated torso and long slender legs. The NeedleMan ventures across the clearing on his pointy feet.

Dick turned around slowly. Did you expect her to be dead because I was tight ? His tone was pleasant. Nicole is now made of-of Georgia pine, which is the hardest wood known, except lignum vitae from New Zealand-

When wheat is ripening properly, when the wind is blowing across the field, you can hear the beards of the wheat rubbing together. They sound like the pine needles in a forest. It is a sweet, whispering music that once you hear, you never forget.

I write in an old-school paneled study in the middle of a large farmhouse in rural Iowa. I have pine floors, a big cherry desk, and a small window. The room is cluttered with papers and books and gifts from friends.

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.

Una notte di giugno caddi come una lucciola sotto un pino solitario in una campagna di olivi saraceni affacciata agli orli di un altopiano d'argille azzurre sul mare africano.                                                                   

Their pure hate was tainted now. We pine for avengers. We get bigots, thugs.

AMENTACEOUS  (AMENTA'CEOUS)   adj.[amentatus, Lat.]Hanging as by a thread. The pine tree hath amentaceous flowers or katkins.Miller.   

O welcome, twilight soft and sweet, That breathes throughout this hallowed shrine! Sweet pain of love, bind thou with fetters fleet The heart that on the dew of hope must pine!

Wine still tastes for me of the mountaintop of piny woods with a warm spring dawn coming on, and that Spanishy word, Sonoma, is an exotic flavor all to itself.

God of our fathers, known of old,Lord of our far-flung battle line,Beneath whose awful Hand we holdDominion over palm and pine—Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,Lest we forget—lest we forget!

freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird...

Cedar," he said. "Pine. Spruce. Laurel." "Yeah. So?" "They're supposed to be sacred." He touched them again, each in turn. "Wisdom. Strength. Courage. Perseverance. You're supposed to burn them.

the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights

Clambering up the Cold Mountain path, The Cold Mountain trail goes on and on: The long gorge choked with scree and boulders, The wide creek, the mist-blurred grass. The moss is slippery, though there's been no rain The pine sings, but there's no wind. Who can leap the world's ties And sit with me among the white clouds?

I was trapped in admiration for what I had once admired, as a fly in amber remains the captive of some long-vanished pine.