Quotes About Tree

Angels are happier than men and devils, because they are not always prying after good and evil in one another, and eating the tree of knowledge for Satan's gratification.

The mind is the root from which all things grow if you can understand the mind, everything else is included. It's like the root of a tree. All a tree's fruit and flowers, branches and leaves depend on its root. If you nourish its root, a tree multiplies. If you cut its root, it dies. Those who understand the mind reach enlightenment with minimal effort.

The son—deceased's under that tree, doctor, just inside the schoolyard.

Misconceptions are unavoidable now that we've eaten of the Tree of Knowledge. But Paradise is locked and bolted, and the cherubim stands behind us. We have to go on and make the journey round the world to see if it is perhaps open somewhere at the back.

Does that mean, I said in some bewilderment, that we must eat again of the tree of knowledge in order to return to the state of innocence? Of course, he said, but that's the final chapter in the history of the world.

I do consider myself a Norwegian writer, or a Scandinavian writer, as my family tree reaches into both Denmark and Sweden. I don't think about it, of course, when I am writing.

I've driven a stick on both sides of the road, I've had cars where the shift patterns reverse like weird Russian cars where the shifter tree is in the wrong direction. I think I've driven every weirdo stick that's out there.

I wrote that song for my wife, and it's what some guy who's sitting under a tree would be singing to the woman of his life, telling her how wonderful she is. To me, that's more lasting than something that sounds like it belongs on a movie soundtrack.

Through the small tall bathroom window the December yard is gray and scratchy, the tree calligraphic.

When I was born, my parents and my mother's parents planted a dogwood tree in the side yard of the large white house in which we lived throughout my boyhood. This tree I learned quite early, was exactly my age - was, in a sense, me.

I had a year-round Christmas tree with nothing but colored vinyl 45s hanging on it, like, old Elvis records and stuff.

Wiem, gdzie jesion stoi, Yggdrasill si? zowie, L?ni?c? wilgotno?ci? pie? jego zroszony; Z niego idzie rosa, co w dolinach spada, Ko?o Urs studni wci?? zielony stoi.

Holy At the cross of the cross Is the part that holds. Two roads Meet; after that is the work of continuing On. Beyond intersection Lies departure, which is then to see What goes on without you, what Does not go wrong. Once tree reconciles Against another; arm over arm…

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a desire fulfilled is a tree of life." ~ Proverbs 13:12, C3rd BCE

Professor Milligan will now play his tree! The composition is in A Minor, the tree is in A garden.

Anger is a weed; hate is the tree.

For although He who is the true God is God, not by opinion, but by nature, nevertheless all nature is not God; for there is certainly a nature of man, of a beast, of a tree, of a stone,—none of which is God.

Probability but no truth, facility but no freedom--it is owing to these two fruits that the tree of knowledge cannot be confused with the tree of life.

Truth is like a vast tree which yields more and more fruit the more you nurture it. The deeper the search in the mind of truth, the richer the discovery of the gems buried there.

Conceit I heard a winter tree in song: Its leaves were birds, a hundred strong; When all at once it ceased to sing, For every leaf had taken wing.

unfeeling tyrants" who cared no more for their subjects' lives "than…so many caterpillars upon an apple tree.

The leaves of this enormous tree, those are the million places where life lives and things happen and creatures come and go.

Can you imagine an infinite tree?...A tree whose roots snake down all the way to the bottomest bottom of everything?...if you've ever looked at a tree you've seen how its trunk divides into boughs, which divide yet again to branches, which divide into twigs, which divide again into twiglings. The whole mess splaying out in all directions, jutting and twisting and zigzagging. At the tips of the tips you might have a million tiny green shoots, scattered like the sparks of an exploding skyrocket.

A branch tapping at a window as the sound of horns began; as if the tree, being unsettled by wind, had somehow caused the music. It seems that at that moment she began to inhabit the world; to understand the promises implied by an order larger than human happiness, though it contained human happiness along with every other emotion.