Quotes About Branches

Glass' wife: As long as you can still grab a breath, you fight. You breathe. Keep breathing. When there is a storm. And you stand in front of a tree. If you look at its branches, you swear it will fall. But if you watch the trunk, you will see its stability.

Thoughts sprout branches and roots and bear fruit of ideas, leaves as feelings and emotions. Harmony with nature from which our mind blooms like a flower.

We all learn about how the Constitution's framers accomplished that delicate balance through the three branches of government and the separation of their powers: democratically elected representatives frame laws to do the voters' will, which the elected president executes, unless the Supreme Court deems them unconstitutional.

The shape of power is always the same; it is the shape of a tree. Root to tip, central trunk branching and re-branching, spreading wider in ever-thinner, searching fingers. The shape of power is the outline of a living thing straining outward, sending its fine tendrils a little further, and a little further yet.

The shape of power is always the same; it is the shape of a tree.

En un cosmos inconcebiblemente complejo, cada vez que una criatura se enfrentaba con diversas alternativas, no elegía una sino todas, creando de este modo muchas historias universales del cosmos. Ya que en ese mundo había muchas criaturas y que cada una de ellas estaba continuamente ante muchas alternativas, las combinaciones de esos procesos eran innumerables, y a cada instante ese universo se ramificaba infinitamente en otros universos, y éstos, en otros a su vez.

Sadness gives depth. Happiness gives height. Sadness gives roots. Happiness gives branches. Happiness is like a tree going into the sky, and sadness is like the roots going down into the womb of the earth. Both are needed, and the higher a tree goes, the deeper it goes, simultaneously. The bigger the tree, the bigger will be its roots. In fact, it is always in proportion. That's its balance.

Continuity gives us roots; change gives us branches, letting us stretch and grow and reach new heights.

Rough wind, that moanest loudGrief too sad for songWild wind, when sullen cloudKnells all the night longSad storm, whose tears are vain,Bare woods, whose branches strain,Deep caves and dreary main, - Wail, for the world's wrong

Jacob, however, took fresh branches of poplar, almond, and plane trees, and peeled the bark, exposing the white inner wood of the branches.

Then he set the peeled branches in the watering troughs in front of the flocks coming in to drink. So when the flocks were in heat and came to drink,

Whenever the stronger females of the flock were in heat, Jacob would place the branches in the troughs, in full view of the animals, so that they would breed in front of the branches.

and on the vine were three branches. As it budded, its blossoms opened and its clusters ripened into grapes.

Six branches are to extend from the sides of the lampstand—three on one side and three on the other.

There are to be three cups shaped like almond blossoms on the first branch, each with buds and petals, three on the next branch, and the same for all six branches that extend from the lampstand.

For the six branches that extend from the lampstand, a bud must be under the first pair of branches, a bud under the second pair, and a bud under the third pair.

Six branches extended from the sides, three on one side and three on the other.

There were three cups shaped like almond blossoms on the first branch, each with buds and petals, three on the next branch, and the same for all six branches that extended from the lampstand.

A bud was under the first pair of branches that extended from the lampstand, a bud under the second pair, and a bud under the third pair.

So they proclaimed this message and spread it throughout their towns and in Jerusalem, saying, “Go out to the hill country and bring back branches of olive, wild olive, myrtle, palm, and other leafy trees, to make booths, as it is written.”

The roots beneath him dry up, and the branches above him wither away.

My roots will spread out to the waters, and the dew will rest nightly on my branches.

The mountains were covered by its shade, and the mighty cedars with its branches.

It sent out its branches to the Sea, and its shoots toward the River.