Quotes About Tree

Mie love ys dedde,Gon to hys death-bedde,Al under the wyllowe-tree.

Sie entsann sich, wie sie an einem heißen Julitag unter dem Baum gesessen hatte an der Seite von jemandem, der sie mit solchem Verlangen angesehen hatte, daß nichts sonst Bedeutung hatte. Und in jenem Augenblick hatte sie sich zum ersten Mal verliebt.

There once was a man who said 'God Must think it exceedingly odd     If he finds that this tree     Continues to be When there's no one about in the Quad.

Dear Sir, Your astonishment's odd: I am always about in the Quad.     And that's why the tree     Will continue to be, Since observed by Yours faithfully, God.

I stepped into the back of a cab and simply told the driver, Follow the blue Christmas tree...

Sung to the tune of O Christmas Tree O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree, But it was eaten by a newt, And now I have no cuddly fruit, O woe is me, O woe is me, I used to have a hamster tree!

And now you have to come out of hiding - even though your life is threatened by a shape-changing assassin - to walk however many miles in a snowstorm to go talk to a tree. Yup. I'm coming with you, said Curtis

It was a night in late August, a night that rekindled in rattling windows and tree branch palsy that lost recollection of autumn, misplaced for the succession of bright summer distractions, trapped heat in small rooms and sweaty underarms.

It was one of those moments when everything is out of balance, I suppose, and just watching an odd thing seems to make sense. The squirrel scampered up a tree trunk, the sound of its nails like water in a tub.

Latet arbore opaca aureus et foliis et lento vimine ramus

He was to be the son of her old age; the limb of her infirmity; the oak tree on which she leant her degradation.

she let it uphold her and sustain her, this admirable fabric of the masculine intelligence, which ran up and down, crossed this way and that, like iron girders spanning the swaying fabric, upholding the world, so that she could trust herself to it utterly, even shut her eyes, or flicker them for a moment, as a child staring up from its pillow winks at the myriad layers of the leaves of a tree. Then she woke up. It was still being fabricated.

He loved, beneath all this summer transiency, to feel the earth's spine beneath him; for such he took the hard root of the oak tree to be.

An oak is a tree. A rose is a flower. A deer is an animal. A sparrow is a bird. Russia is our fatherland. Death is inevitable. P. Smirnovsky, A Textbook of Russian Grammar

The setting sun that lights the tips Of TV's giant paperclips Upon the roof; The shadow of the doorknob that At sundown is a baseball bat Upon the door, The cardinal that likes to sit And make chip-wit, chip-wit, chip-wit Upon the tree; The empty little swing that swings Under the tree: these are the things That break my heart.

Them cool green leaves Is waitin' to shelter me O, little tree!

Love is a naked shadow On a gnarled and naked tree

Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all thirty feet tall.

Never worry about the size of your Christmas tree. In the eyes of children, they are all 30 feet tall

When we see an old tree dying Slowly in the solemn wood, To decay the proud strength yielding That a century has stood, We look on, and sadly wonder At the mighty wreck of time, As its potent finger traces Sure destruction, line by line.

Once, in the hospital, a social worker drew her a geneagram, a tree with every family member's name and diagnosis boxed in its branches, and the tree went on and on, out and out in flaring illness, and she laughed and said, "The simplest cure might be to just cut it down.

Why are they even here, Nath wonders, and when the service starts and they all crane their necks toward the coffin at the front, under the sassafras tree, he understands. They are drawn by the spectacle of sudden death.

Lovers taste the lips on the tree of the smile. (Amoureux goûtent les lèvres - Sur l'arbre du sourire.)

I want to be magic. I want to touch the heart of the world and make it smile. I want to be a friend of elves and live in a tree. Or under a hill. I want to marry a moonbeam and hear the stars sing. I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic.