Quotes About Tree

The Lorax: Which way does a tree fall? The Once-ler: Uh, down? The Lorax: A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful which way you lean.

Plant a memory, plant a tree, do it today for tomorrow.

....to abuse the intellect for reasons of pride, vanity, or escape from responsibility, is the fruit of that same tree.

General principles... are to the facts as the root and sap of a tree to its leaves.

One who is unrestrained in life-delusion overcomes; as the wind a weak tree.

I have a tree man coming to trim the jacaranda in my front garden.

I like the way that the history of the tree shapes the tree. There's no distinction between the tree and its history. You can lose yourself in that thought.

I am not a veteran environmentalist. I don't live in a house made of recycled tires, I've never handcuffed myself to a tree, and I don't grow my own organic rutabaga.

Does a dragon still sing from within a withered tree?

I remembered what Thoreau had written in his journal about thinking nothing of walking eight miles to greet a tree.

All I really want is enough to live on, a little house in the country... and a tree in the garden with seven of my enemies hanging in it.

The tree of Knowledge is a Tree of Knowledge of good and evil.

Como se reparten el sol en el naranjo las naranjas? How do the oranges divide up sunlight in the orange tree?

If we reconstructed human spirituality painstakingly, we would end up with a mangnificent tree whose branches go in so many directions, yet all trying to touch the heavens.

While an ant was wandering under the shade of the tree of Phaeton, a drop of amber enveloped the tiny insect; thus she, who in life was disregarded, became precious by death.

Idleness is emptiness; the tree in which the sap is stagnant, remains fruitless.

Criticism often takes from the tree caterpillars and blossoms together.

Why had such a promising world been crucified on the tree of obligation, thorned by duties, hanged by hypocrisy, smothered by customs?

The Big Tree is Nature's forest masterpiece, and so far as I know, the greatest of living things.

Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.

And on the Tree of Life, The middle tree and highest there that grew, Sat like a cormorant.

The Christmas spirit that goes out with the dried-up Christmas tree is just as worthless.

Three years ago, the white hope of the theatre. Today, a mug. That's New York for you. Puts you on a Christmas tree, and then - the alley.

A Christmas tree--the perfect gift for a guy. The plant is already dead.