Best 2091 quotes in «tree quotes» category

If you shake a tree, fruit must fall, no matter how reluctant it is.

If you wait for the mango fruits to fall, you'd be wasting your time while others are learning how to climb the tree

If you want to know how good a tree is, examine how many birds flock to feed off of its fruit.

If you waste time watering a fruitless tree, fruitful ones may die of thirst.

I know people that have had a lighting strike to a tree next to their home and their electronic products survived unscathed.

I know in my mind I would leave you now If I had the strength to I would leave you up To your own devices Will you not talk Can you take pity I don't ask much But won't you speak Please.

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.

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.

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.

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 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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

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...

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

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.

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

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.

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)

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.

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.

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 many times you cut down a resilient tree, it will keep growing.

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 tall or wide a tree is, it started off a seed.

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

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.

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.

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!

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

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

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.

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

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

(...) 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.

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