Best 2091 quotes in «tree quotes» category

I may love him, I may love him, for he is a man, and I am only a beech-tree.

I'm planting a tree to grow with me all the days of my life.

In a few years, the date-tree had grown as tall as a woman, and out of it came a Fairy, who said to Zezolla, "What do you wish for?

In spring, the dead trees, roots, and animals come to life again exactly as they were, thus providing hundreds of thousands of examples, specimens, and proofs of the supreme resurrection.

I remember sitting and meditating beside a slow flowing river in India, and I got the feeling that this river could teach me all the secrets of the mystery of life. If we learn to surrender to a stone, a flower, to a man, to a woman, or a river, it becomes a door to the Whole.

In the vessel of your body, you yourself are the world tree, deep roots in the Earth and a crown of stars. Your essence bridges dimensions.

It is at the top of a tree where you find the sweetest fruits.

It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how I come to know trees fear man.

I saw on the pad not an operator's number from my home town, but one which seemed to interrupt the beating of my heart.

It is in the roots, not the branches, that a tree’s greatest strength lies.

It is in the shade that you look up at a tree and appreciate its efforts.

It is not how fast a tree grows, but how well. It is not how big a fruit is, but how sweet.

It is not the size of a tree that matters, but the size of its fruit.

It is only during a storm that a tree knows how strong it is.

It is the roots which give a tree strength, not its branches.

It takes sharper axes to chops bigger trees just as it takes deeper enthusiasm to overcome stronger challenges. Timidity only increases your fears.

It's a Christmas miracle. I had no tree. Now I have a forest.

It was a little thing, a baby tree, but still it tangled with things around it and required care to move. And when she pulled it out, it's roots still clung to Earth from it's old home.

Its composure thoroughly disrupted, the little treelet, the picture of arboreal distress, let its branches droop a little, and its green birch leaves fluttered anxiously.

It's that magnificent interlude in New York between winter and spring, when you feel the warmth stirring, and you remember that the dreadful naked trees will inevitably sprout tiny green buds, soon. Everyone rushes into the parks, the streets--and you even forget that, very soon , summer will come scorchingly, dropping from the sky like a blanket of steam...

I want my writing to bring people not just to think of "trees" as they mostly do now, but of each individual tree, and each kind of tree.

Little tree filled his lungs with the white airness of the night, as if he were going to fly. The living voice of his parents. Elisha's eyes. These were reasons enough to set off on another adventure. Reasons to be Toby Lolness again.

Me dad planted that tree,’ she said absently, pointing out through the old cracked window. The great beech filled at least half the sky and shook shadows all over the house. Its roots clutched the slope like a giant hand, holding the hill in place. Its trunk writhed with power, threw off veils of green dust, rose towering into the air, branched into a thousand shaded alleys, became a city for owls and squirrels. I had thought such trees to be as old as the earth, I never dreamed that a man could make them. Yet it was Granny Trill’s dad who had planted this tree, had thrust in the seed with his finger. How old must he have been to leave such a mark? Think of Granny’s age, and add his on top, and you were back at the beginning of the world.

Meditation expands our inner being. The inner being is like a small, individual river flowering towards the Ocean. In meditation, I feel how my inner being expands into an inner ocean, which is part of everything, which is one with Existence. Through the inner being, we come in contact with the inner ocean, the undefined and boundless within ourselves, where we are one with life. We realize that God is part of life. We realize that God is not a person, but the consciousness that is part of everything. We find God in a flower, in a tree, in the eyes of a child or in a playful dog. Through discovering our inner being, we discover that we are also part of the flower, the child or the dog. We realize that God is everywhere.

Murphy. Sina mbinu zozote za kujikinga kama unavyojua; mbali na mafunzo ya FBI. Baada ya kumrusha nyoka wa Lisa nywele zilinisisimka. Wazo la kukimbia likaja ghafla. Kukimbia hata hivyo nikashindwa kwa kuhofu huenda wangeniona. Hivyo, nikarudi nyuma ya nyumba na kupanda mti na kujificha huko. Bunduki zilipolia, nilijua wamekuua. Ila kitu kimoja kikanishangaza: mashambulizi hayakuonekana kukoma. Kitu hicho kikanipa nguvu kwamba huenda hujafa na ulikuwa ukipambana nao. Kimya kilipotokea nilijua umewashinda nguvu, kitu ambacho kumbe kilikuwa kweli. Nilipokutafuta baadaye lakini bila kukuona kutokana na kukurukakara za maadui niliamua kwenda katika gari ili nije na gari kama mgeni, nikitegemea waniruhusu kuingia ili nipate hakika kama wamekuua au bado uko hai. Wasingenifanya chochote. Kimaajabu, niliposhuka katika mti ili nikimbie katika gari, niliona gari ikija kwa kasi. Kuangalia vizuri nikakuta ni Ferrari, halafu nikashangaa nani anaendesha gari ya Lisa!” Murphy alitabasamu tena na kuendelea kusikiliza. “Sijui moyo wangu ulikuwaje. Sikuogopa tena! Badala yake nilikaza mwendo na kuendelea kuifuata huku nikipata wazo hapohapo kwamba mtu aliyekuwemo akiendesha hakuwa adui. Adui angeingia katika gari na kunisubiri aniteke nyara.” Debbie alitulia. “Ulihisi ni mimi?” Murphy aliuliza. “Nilihisi ni mtu tu mwema amekuja kunisaidia ... au mwizi wa gari. Hata hivyo, baadaye nilijua ni wewe na furaha yangu yote ilirudi.

Most people do not know at all how beautiful the world is and how much magnificence is revealed in the tiniest things, in some flower, in a stone, in tree bark, or in a birch leaf. (Letters on Life)

Most people under the influence of the wrong and common belief which says that the sense of man’s life is to grow a tree, build a house and bring up a son

Mungu alimuumba mwanadamu ili aitawale dunia. Shetani tayari alikuwepo wakati Adamu anaumbwa. Adamu na Hawa walipokula tunda la mti wa katikati, walikufa kiroho – Yaani, walipoteza sura na asili ya Mungu – Shetani akawashinda kuanzia kipindi hicho na kuendelea. Tulizaliwa katika dhambi. Kila mtu anayezaliwa anazaliwa katika dhambi. Njia pekee ya kuikomboa sura na asili ya Mungu ni kumpokea Yesu (Kristo) kama Bwana na Mwokozi wa maisha yako.

Must like the rest of us on the surface, he had an underlying obliging and considerate strain which barred him from being a really important member of the class. You had to be rude at least sometimes and edgy often to be credited with "personality," and without that accolade no one at Devon could be anyone. No one, with the exception of course of Phineas.

No matter how tall or wide a tree is, it started off a seed.

Never climb the tree with the reason of plucking a fruit; only to get there and pick a leaf. Let everything you get there to do be done and let it be done well!

No matter how many times you cut down a resilient tree, it will keep growing.

Not all clouds fit over the ocean. Rain finds the lemon tree but rarely In California. Still a tree knows what to do, This act of holding still. I remember that Drinking myself. The at first not wanting To be wet, and then the wetness. Not holding still exactly, just holding Still enough.

Obelų žiedai Žiūrim - krinta patylomis Obelų žiedai. Plaštakėlėmis baltomis, Žiūrim - krinta patylomis. Rodos, sniego atkarpomis Snigo tik andai, - Žiūrim - krinta patylomis Obelų žiedai.

Nothing comes as an accomplishment instantly. Success does not come overnight. Patience is the key! Grow up and be the tree; but remember it takes dry and wet seasons to become a fruit bearer, achiever and impact maker!

No tree chooses which birds perch on its branches; they choose it.

Not one of them [formulae] can be shown to have any existence, so that the formula of one of the simplest of organic bodies is confused by the introduction of unexplained symbols for imaginary differences in the mode of combination of its elements... It would be just as reasonable to describe an oak tree as composed of blocks and chips and shavings to which it may be reduced by the hatchet, as by Dr Kolbe's formula to describe acetic acid as containing the products which may be obtained from it by destructive influences. A Kolbe botanist would say that half the chips are united with some of the blocks by the force parenthesis; the other half joined to this group in a different way, described by a buckle; shavings stuck on to these in a third manner, comma; and finally, a compound of shavings and blocks united together by a fourth force, juxtaposition, is joined to the main body by a fifth force, full stop.

Om is the creative vibration, the seed vibration. The whole existence is hidden within it, just as a giant tree is hidden within a seed.

One might say I had decided to marry the silence of the forest. The sweet dark warmth of the whole world will have to be my wife. Out of the heart of that dark warmth comes the secret that is heard only in silence, but it is the root of all the secrets that are whispered by all the lovers in their beds all over the world. So perhaps I have an obligation to preserve the stillness, the silence, the poverty, the virginal point of pure nothingness which is at the center of all other loves. I attempt to cultivate this plant without contempt in the middle of the night and water it with psalms and prophecies in silence. It becomes the most rare of all the trees in the garden, at once the primordial paradise tree, the axis mundi, the cosmic axle, and the Cross. Nulla silva talem profert. There is only one such tree. It cannot be multiplied. It is not interesting.

Pierwszy z rodu jest przywiazany do drzewa, a ostatniego zjadaja mrowki.

One who picks fruit is forgotten quickly, but one who plants trees is remembered enduringly.

(...) pick up your axe, start at the roots don't miss the trunk, never forget: to end life truly and finally start at the roots or end there.

Plant the trees just for beauty, If flowers bloom or fruits ripen, Enjoy it as a gift and appreciate nature as a universal giver.

please, love, leave, like leaf from tree; taking beauty, leaving seed

RYLAN!" I feel Ivy's palm on my chest and, with a powerful shove, she pushes me back, away from fire, danger, and death. In that moment after the tree plunges, I see Ivy for a single second as I fall. In those emerald eyes is a look of complete calm, undying gratitude, and powerful, protective love. The tree crashes down, the sound echoing in my head. For an eternal moment, I sit there on my butt, staring at the spot where Ivy was standing. I'm numb, only registering the slightest changes; the wind dying down, the rain lessening. What just happened? Desperately, I look side to side, praying that Ivy jumped to the side and what I saw was just an illusion made up by my panicked mind. But Ivy's nowhere. And there's an arm sticking out from under the trunk. "IVY!" I sprint to the fallen tree. The smoldering wood stings my hand when I grab the trunk, but I grit my teeth and bear it. Pulling with all my might, I throw the remains of the tree aside. Ivy's lying there, her eyes closed and her lower half on fire. "No..." I fall to my knees and yank off my sweatshirt to try and smother the flames, but they burn strong, and soon the fabric's on fire. I toss it away, not knowing where it lands as I'm unable to tear my eyes off the most gut-wrenching sight of my life. My hands go to my head and my shouting grows even louder. "No, no, no!" This can't be happening. She can't be—

Rivers don’t drink their own waters; trees don’t eat their own fruits. The salt seasons the soup in order to have its purpose fulfilled. Live for others!

Rain, rain falling down Down, down on the gound All the birds go in the trees They don't like the rain, you see.

Seed becomes tree, son becomes stranger.

She warned him that, if he got killed, she should cut down the great cedar at the south-west corner of Groby. It kept all the light out of the principal drawing-room and the bedrooms above it.... He winced: he certainly winced at that. She regretted that she had said it. It was along other lines that she desired to make him wince.

She blushed and I smiled when we saw the Magpie look at us while we kissed below the Acacia tree!