Quotes About Tree

You experience every moment as equal to the other, for the pure joy of it, like drinking a good wine or, as in the case of the Professor taking a good life. You treasure it the way the tree treasures Buddha, the way a cat prizes the mouse, the rose the sun. You perceive it and let it go, to be what it will.

Retirement has been a discovery of beauty for me. I never had the time before to notice the beauty of my grandkids, my wife, the tree outside my very own front door. And, the beauty of time itself.

cultural traditions are instructions for living: when we violate them, for instance by not having a Christmas tree or by serving pie at a birthday party, it can feel somehow wrong.

It is not a Christmas tree!" said the King, so firmly that all the girls stopped jumping about. "This is a house of mourning. It is nothing more than a tree. I thought it would look nice. Inside. That is all.

It is only glass, you know. Nothing fine or grand.Your Mother knew it, when she accepted it with my hand.And she knew I danced as well as a tree. She knew about the politics and duties and responsibilities of marrying into royalty. She knew all those...unfortunate things. Things some people might even call ghastly .

There are angels on the tree?" "Ah, because we all pray there are really angels watching over us, don't we?

it feels as if this big tree must have a direct connection to whoever is in charge.

But we must not think that just because we have words for all the parts of a tree, a tree really has all those parts. The leaf does not know, for instance, when it stops being a leaf and becomes a twig. And the trunk is not aware that it has stopped being a trunk and has become the roots. Indeed, the roots do not know when they stop being roots and become soil, nor the soil the moisture, nor the moisture the atmosphere, nor the atmosphere the sunlight." (pp 54-55)

And since six o'clock there's been a wounded sniper in the tree by that orchard angle crying "Kamerad! Kamerad!" Just like a big crippled whippoorwhill. What price glory now?

He had fallen out of the ugly tree, and hit every branch.

Nevermore Tree was gargantuan, a word which here means 'having attained an inordinate amount of botanical volume.

Life is separated by scars, like the rings in the inside of a tree.

And books! ...she would buy them all over and over again; she would buy up every copy, I believe, to prevent their falling into unworthy hands; and she would have every book that tells her how to admire an old twisted tree.

The Survivor Tree—the tree who was rescued after she was crushed and wounded on 9/11.

Northerners, even abolitionists, knew more about how and why to chop down the slavery tree than they ever knew what to do with its sour fruit.

Everyone wants a Christmas tree. If you had a Christmas tree Santa would bring you stuff! Like hair curlers and slut shoes.

haunches, looking dejected. "Where's the other monkey?" I asked him. Carl looked up. The monkey was in a tree. "What's he doing there?" Carl shrugged. "This was a stupid idea," I said to Diesel. "Yeah, but at least you walked off your sausage-and-egg sandwich. It would have gone straight to your ass." "I'm going back to Gail's house, and then

I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the mercy of God forever and ever. I will praise You forever, because You have done it; And in the presence of Your saints I will wait on Your name, for it is good.

I don't believe I could live in Iran again. A tree, once uprooted from the earth, is very difficult to plant again.

Redwoods have an enormous surface area that extends upward into space because they have a propensity to do something called reiteration. A redwood is a fractal. And as they put out limbs, the limbs burst into small trees, copies of the redwood.

Christmas tree stands are the work of the devil and they want you dead.

Come to the sunset tree! The day is past and gone; The woodman's axe lies free, And the reaper's work is done.

But with this February sun, see, the light's absolutely pure and makes the colors of the sky and the tree limbs and the bricks on these suburban houses so clean that just looking at them is like inhaling purified air. The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.

The Shaykh had a voice so low one could hardly under- stand him, and murmuring as if to himself, he responded: "The fall is neither a lack, nor a defect, even less a sin; if it had not been for the forbidden fruit of the tree, the inexhaustible possibilities of Being would never have been manifested.