Quotes About Vines

Their lives are interconnected like thorny vines forever circling and recircling the same tree. Your life might have nothing to do with their bitter struggle.

Que notre sang rie en nos veines, Voici s'enchevêtrer les vignes.

The inspiration for my Vines comes from thinking about funny and relatable experiences from my daily life.

The beauty of it, to him, was that the routine was never the same. Bud break never occurred on the same date two years in a row. Waiting for it, watching for it, feeling the excitement when the vines suddenly burst into the palest of pale greens was … incredible. Same the critical few days when the buds burst into bloom.

In the country neighbor­hood thereabouts, along the dusty roads, one found at intervals the prettiest little cottage homes, snug and cozy, and so cobwebbed with vines snowed thick with roses that the doors and windows were wholly hidden from sight-sign that these were deserted homes, forsaken years ago by defeated and disap­pointed families who could neither sell them nor give them away.

It's silverthorn. A Twoleg vine," Finleap explained. "They use it to make barriers around their land. The thorns keep animals trapped in their meadows. Only StarClan knows why they left a bundle of it here.

Sorrows are gardeners: they plant flowers along waste places, and teach vines to cover barren heaps.

Last summer the plant was larger than ever. The vines ranged up to the roof on a trellis I had made. I anticipated more roses than ever. But I was disappointed. The blossoms were small and scrawny.

To savour Istanbul's back streets, to appreciate the vines and trees that endow its ruins with accidental grace, you must, first and foremost, be a stranger to them.

Some hopes were weeds, easy to eradicate with a yank and a pull. Some, however, were vines, fast growing, tenacious, and impossible to clear.

So that the vines burst from my fingers And the bees weighted with pollen Move heavily in the vine-shoots: chirr---chirr---chir-rikk---a purring sound, And the birds sleepily in the branches. ZAGREUS! IO ZAGREUS!

When I'm not working, I'm down in North Carolina and we have a rather large yard, so I'm usually struggling with vines and pulling things down. I get plenty of exercise in the garden.

On the wall behind was a row of chrome letters that said "We Make The Future," but the words were obscured by a tangle of vines.

Where the piano is, there is one's treasure, as far as I am concerned....nothing, surely, is more delightful than sitting down at the piano on a summer day, and playing Chopin or Debussy while the natural sunlight drifts over one's shoulders through the vines outside, creating a filigree of shadow in the printed page...a shifting pattern of ghostly leaf and blossom that dances to the mood of the music.

The physician can bury his mistakes, but the architect can only advise his client to plant vines.

A doctor can bury his mistakes but an architect can only advise his client to plant vines.

The physician can bury his mistakes, but the architect can only advise his clients to plant vines.

The physician can bury his mistakes, but the architect can only advise his client to plant vines — so they should go as far as possible from home to build their first buildings.

All of the Vines that were acted & setup & had nice cameras, those weren't the good Vines. The good Vines were, like, a random little kid in the middle of a forest, like, yelling.

Some of my Vines, the young girls love them. But college students will watch them and be like, yo this is dumb.

They found the countryside, this year, at peace by a scant few days. Already vines are beginning to grow back over dragon's teeth, fallen Stukas, burned tanks. The sun warms the hillsides, the rivers fall bright as wine. The saints have refrained. Nights have been mild. The frost didn't come. It is the spring of peace. The vintage, God granting at least a hundred days of sun, will be fine.

A doctor can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines.

The little foxes that spoil the vines.

A wise, joyous bookit unfolds the knowledge and the beauty of the two lives it embraces-old wisdom and young discover, intertwining like vines.