Tree Quotes - Page 46

We must guard against becoming so engrossed in the specific nature of the roots and bark of the trees of knowledge as to miss the meaning and grandeur of the forest they compose.

For the forest to be green, each tree must be green.

He's in the mold of a Tom Watson, in that he'll hit the ball in the trees and undaunted go it there, flail it out and make something out of it.

We are in the entertainment business and we all know if you are top of the tree you get the big money. Those of us who have been in it are the fortunate ones but we understand that we probably don't deserve it as much as the nurses or teachers.

If a tree falls in the woods, and nobody is around to hear it, and it hits a mime, does anyone care?

When I began to play Frisbee, I would play with my friends and we used to do difficult things. We would stand in front of lines of trees that were parallel. We would spend hours throwing frisbees back and forth between these tight spots.

For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can't be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance.

Okay, it was the Tree of Knowledge. "You eat this apple; you're going to be as smart as God." We can't have that.

Even trees understand me! Good heavens, I lie under them, too, don't I? I'm just like a pile of leaves.

Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life.

If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

Great, lets round up all the useless cats and hope a tree falls on them - Jayfeather

The family trees of Karl and Paula Bonhoeffer are everywhere so laden with figures of accomplishment that one might expect future generations to be burdened by it all. But the welter of wonderfulness that was their heritage seemed to have been a boon, one that buoyed them up so that each child seems not only to have stood on the shoulders of giants but also to have danced on them.

Our mother Eve, who tasted of the tree, Giving to Adam what she held most dear, Was simply good, and had no power to see.

We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

Any fine morning, a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.

Most artists are doing basically the same thing - staying off the streets.

Seek out a tree and let it teach you stillness.

I speak for the trees!

Working with plants, trees, fences and walls, if they practice sincerely they will attain enlightenment.

The trees must breathe so I can breathe.

This is a little off subject, but I'm interested in those cases where someone is barking up the wrong tree, or misapplying their talent.

I am a one-trick pony. If you tell most people to draw a picture of a tree, they'd draw 35 branches and 10,000 leaves. I will draw you a tree with four branches and three leaves, and I'll spend the rest of the week drawing inside of each leaf. In terms of the grand gesture, I reserve that maximum turbo blast energy for what I do as an artist, and I sing and dance for dinner.

I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.

The trees down the boulevard stand naked in thought, Their abundant summery wordage silenced, caught In the grim undertow; naked the trees confront Implacable winter's long, cross-questioning brunt.