Best 2091 quotes in «tree quotes» category

My grandfather gave me my first guitar, an old acoustic with palm trees and dancing girls painted on it

My grandfather built my first hoop. It was a peach basket up against a tree, and we played in the dirt. I couldn't have been more than 6 when he put it up, and I just started playing.

My life growing up was a twisted Bronx version of The Color Purple. It had a much different soundtrack and no trees, but that desperation was the same.

My mother preferred trees to certain kinds of people. Increasingly, as I get older I have to admit that I occasionally understand her preference.

My mother, unlike yours, never exchanged sexual favors for a piece of silver," he said, addressing the first insult by banging the boy's head against the trunk of the tree. "And," he said with another resounding thump, "although I'm very familiar with that part of the female body, I take offense at being labeled one.

My painting is not violent, it's life that is violent. Even within the most beautiful landscape, in the trees, under the leaves, the insects are eating each other; violence is a part of life. We are born with a scream; we come into life with a scream and maybe love is a mosquito net between the fear of living and the fear of death.

My parents screened 'Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory' for my 6th birthday, and I became fascinated by the idea of living in a candy land with chocolate rivers and lollipop trees.

My Rainforests Project ... has three main elements. Firstly, to determine how much funding the rainforest countries need to re-orientate their economies so that the trees are worth more alive than dead.

My religion is the Earth, man. I believe in trees.

My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they're African.

My tribute to mystical, magical trees that the Cherokee called "standing people. . . .

My voice sounded like one of the guinea fowl that screeched in our trees as it pooped, but I never let that stop me.

My wife Ann and I had been digging during the day, transplanting lilies from the front of this abandoned farmhouse back down the road to where we live. We finished. She was tired and laid in the grass. I took a picture. The house is now gone. The walnut trees have been bulldozed and burned. I saw this picture the other day for the first time in years and realized how photographing life within a hundred yards of my front porch had helped me focus on everything I cared about.

My wife, Daniela, and I live in an old house from 1810 with three fireplaces at the end of a dead-end dirt road on Cape Cod, so I turn the trees into firewood for us and a friend of mine sells the rest.

My worthy friend, gray are all theories And green alone Life's golden tree.

Native trees are so important to our ecosystem.

Nature is my temple; trees are my priests; birds, my rabbis; rains, my imams! Nature is my only true and eternal religion.

No Christian assumes the Jews are right about everything, but they knew God during tens of centuries during which my ancestors were worshiping trees and eating each other, so when they talk, I listen.

Nature makes trees put down deep roots before having them bear fruit, and even this is done gradually.

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.

Nature is good for all of us. When we're exposed to trees and other natural settings - even within the city, it fosters creativity.

Never play tips from "insiders." They can't see the forest for the trees.

Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone, But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown.

No matter how far back you cut a willow tree, it will never really die.

No longer is science asked to understand the world, or to improve any part of it. It is asked instead to immediately justify everything that happens... spectacular domination has cut down the vast tree of scientific knowledge in order to make itself a truncheon.

No matter how dim the light filtering through the trees is, you can still try your best to grasp it. -Kaien Cross

No one can look at a pine tree in winter without knowing that spring will come again in due time.

Non-co-operation and civil disobedience are but different branches of the same tree called satyagraha.

No motion has she now, no force; she neither hears nor sees; rolled around in earth's diurnal course, with rocks, and stones, and trees.

No matter where its seed fell, it made a tree which struggled to reach the sky. It grew in boarded-up lots and out of neglected rubbish heaps, and it was the only tree that grew out of cement. It grew lushly, but only in the tenements districts.... That was the kind of tree it was. It liked poor people.

No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots.

Nothing grows well in the shade of a big tree.

No other God have I but thee, born in a manger, died on a tree.

Not even for a million dollars would I paint a tree.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

Nothing is a courtesy unless it be meant us, and that friendly and lovingly. We owe no thanks to rivers that they carry our boats, or winds that they be favoring and fill our sails, or meats that they be nourishing; for these are what they are necessarily. Horses carry us, trees shade us; but they know it not.

Not everyone who sells Christmas trees believes in Santa Claus.

Nothing ever seems too bad, too hard or too sad when you've got a Christmas tree in the living room. All those presents under it, all that anticipation. Just a way of saying there's always light and hope in the world.

Nothing is less promising than precocity. A young thistle is more like a future tree than is a young oak.

Nothing is text but what is spoken of in the Bible and meant there for person and place; the rest is application; which a discreet man may do well; but it is his scripture, not the Holy Ghost's. First, in your sermons use your logic, and then your rhetoric; rhetoric without logic is like a tree with leaves and blossoms, but no root.

Nothing is more wistful than the scent of lilac, nor more robust than its woody stalk, for we must remember that it is a tree as well as a flower, we must try not to forget this.

Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.

Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree, And spreads her sheets o'daisies white Out o'er the grassy lea.

No tree becomes rooted and sturdy unless many a wind assails it. For by its very tossing it tightens its grip and plants its roots more securely; the fragile trees are those that have grown in a sunny valley.

Now close the windows and hush all the fields: If the trees must, let them silently toss.

Now he saw another elephant emerge from the place where it had stood hidden in the trees. Very slowly it walked to the mutilated body and looked down. With its sinuous trunk it struck the huge corpse; then it reached up, broke some leafy branches with a snap, and draped them over the mass of torn thick flesh. Finally it tilted its massive head, raised its trunk, and roared into the empty landscape.

No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell.

November, I'll give thanks that you belong to me. December, you're the present beneath my Christmas tree.

Now is the seedtime of continental union, faith and honor. The least fracture now, will be like a name engraved with the point of a pin on the tender rind of a young oak; the wound would enlarge with the tree, and posterity read in it full grown characters.