Quotes About Pine

O Love! what hours were thine and mine, In lands of palm and southern pine; In lands of palm, of orange-blossom, Of olive, aloe, and maize and vine!

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.

What seas what shores what grey rocks and what islands What water lapping the bow And scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fog What images return O my daughter

The pine needles stretch their tongues and sing an unfamiliar nocturnal song. Each tongue is so small that it cannot be heard; together the sound is so deep and powerful that it could level the hills if it wished.

Every little pine needle expanded and swelled with sympathy and befriended me.

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.

The guy who owned that island was from Oregon and he decided that he wanted to have an Oregon feeling to it, so he planted pine trees all over the place!

I've taken a mail packet boat along the southern Newfoundland coast and spent some time on St. Pierre and Miquelon watching the seal colonies. I like pine trees. I like cold rivers.

You know what I love the smell of? Christmas trees and pine. I always have a pine candle even if it's not Christmas.

One of the flashpoints of the grand war between Athens and Sparta, a millennium after Helen first caused trouble for the Mediterranean world, was nearby Thassos. Thassos - Greece's northernmost island, is pine-rich, honey-sweet, gold-bearing and picture-postcard perfect.

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

Great. Men affectionately attacked me with sticks to show their admiration.

I thought I could smell the sorcery in him, a sharp pungent mix of cinnamon and pepper and resin of pine, and deep below it burning woodsmoke.

I should have been afraid, walking through a mountainside in the dark by myself. Instead I felt safe, surrounded by the songs of birds, engulfed by the scents of sweet moss and pine, and cocooned in a mist that contained a little bit of magic.

It was dark inside and unevenly lighted. The mood was as intimate as a small beat-up warehouse. There were photos tacked to the walls and names carved into the pine paneling. The floor was gritty with dirt.

The ideal job letter starts with a brilliant light. Then we realize that this brilliant light is actually sunlight, shafts of it, pouring through trees onto a thick bed of pine needles. Soft dusty resin floats in the sun shafts, invitingly. The smell of pine and sap rises from the forest floor. A twig snaps underfoot.

Rainwater held on to pine needles for dear life and Beloved could not take her eyes off Sethe.

What seas what shores what gray rocks and what islandsWhat water lapping the bowAnd scent of pine and the woodthrush singing through the fogWhat images returnO my daughter.

Love and envy make a man pine, which other affections do not, because they are not so continual.

Arizona... the air-cooled-by-nature pine clad northern area... the air-cooled-by-man desert area...

Never did he fail to respond savagely to the chatter of the squirrel he had first met on the blasted pine.

Sweet is the whispering music of yonder pine that sings.

a single cleaning service to be had on a Friday afternoon. He tackled the kitchen first with the bottle of Top Job he'd borrowed from a neighbor. The house smelled like a pine forest, but it couldn't be helped. Then Michael lured

Chace went to the bar to order the first round, two lagers. The barman was old, and old-fashioned, and when he served her one pine, presumably for Wallace, and a half, presumably for her, she sent the half back. "No, another pint, if you please." The barman's eyes turned critical. "Not terribly ladylike." "I'm a terrible lady.