Tree Quotes - Page 68

A painter told me that nobody could draw a tree without in some sort becoming a tree.

I want to get people to read stone, tree, so forth & so on through the construction of the picture, to lead them to these things exactly as if it were written out on a page. I think it can be done.

Look: the trees exist; the houses we dwell in stand there stalwartly. Only we pass by it all, like a rush of air. And everything conspires to keep quiet about us, half out of shame perhaps, half out of some secret hope.

I was the highest-paid street performer, probably, in the history of Chicago. I was making like $800 a day.

The trees are coming into leaf Like something almost being said.

I had always imagined that Cliché was a suburb of Paris, until I discovered it to be a street in Oxford.

I could not chop down a tree if my life depended on it.

He's as old as some trees.

The philosophy that I've embraced isn't about sitting under a tree and studying my navel.

Children, behold the Chimpanzee: He sits on the ancestral tree From which we sprang in ages gone.

An oak tree is an oak tree. That is all it has to do. If an oak tree is less than an oak tree, then we are all in trouble.

To be able to walk under the branches of a tree that you have planted is really to feel you have arrived with your garden. So far we are on the way: we can now stand beside ours.

I love discovering tiny streets.

The street is the best way to become a good footballer.

The wackos get their information through the Christian right, Christian radio, mail, the internet and telephone trees.

I am sure that if you plant the trees back again, it will do nothing but good.

I love the start of autumn when the trees in my garden change the colour of their leaves in one last dazzling display.

In narrow and gloomy streets, keep your spirit high!

For an apple you can't reach up and pick, you have to climb that tree; the tree won't bend down for you!

Our task is to stand tall in God's love, secure in our place, sparkling in kindness, surrounded by his goodness, freely giving to all who come our way. You, me, and the Christmas tree. Picked, purchased, and pruned.

One day the wind blew through the town, and oh, how merry it was! It whistled down the chimneys, and scampered round the corners, and sang in the tree tops. "Come and dance, come and dance, come and dance with me," that is what it seemed to say.

Merrily, merrily, listen to me, Flitting and flying from tree to tree. Nothing fear I, by land or sea, For God in Heaven is watching me.

Say, has some wet bird-haunted English lawn Lent it the music of its trees at dawn?

My parents were in short street, so they had to go abroad to economize.

When you see the trees swaying to the tune of a gentle breeze... think of it as a dance in your honor.