Cherry Trees Quotes

The significance of the cherry blossom tree in Japanese culture goes back hundreds of years. In their country, the cherry blossom represents the fragility and the beauty of life. It's a reminder that life is almost overwhelmingly beautiful but that it is also tragically short.

Working on your biceps? Try chopping down a cherry tree.

In the cherry blossom's shade there's no such thing as a stranger.

Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.

The oak tree: not interested in cherry blossoms.

Loveliest of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough.

Under a cherry tree, all burdens of life fly away!

Break open the cherry tree: where are the blossoms? Just wait for spring time to see how they bloom.

You can't pick cherries with your back to the tree.

it would be lovely to sleep in a wild cherry-tree all white with bloom in the moonshine

You can't pick cherries with your back to the tree.

We celebrate the cherry tree not for its efficiency but for its effectiveness - and for its beauty. Its materials are in constant flow, and all those thousands of useless cherry blossoms look gorgeous. Then they fall to the ground and become soil again, so there's no problem

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

Break open A cherry tree And there are no flowers;

But the spring breeze Brings forth myriad blossoms.

We complain and complain, but we have lived and seen the blossom -apple, pear, cherry, plum, almond blossom - in the sun; and the best among us cannot pretend they deserve - or could contrive - anything better.

I want to do with you what the spring does with the cherry trees.

Only in dreams of spring Shall I ever see again The flowering of my cherry trees.

In the city fields Contemplating cherry-trees... Strangers are like friends

Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.

Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if just covered with lighted snow.

The proprietor had hair so red that pigmentation had flowed out into every visible inch of his skin and even into the pinks of his eyes, as the colour of flowering cherry trees stains their leaves.

I'd like to divide myself in order to see, among these mountains, each and every flower of every cherry tree.

I cannot tell a lie. I cut down the cherry tree.

There is money to be made in the market place, but under the cherry tree there is rest.

The eco-effective future of industry is a world of abundance that celebrates the use and consumption of products and materials that are, in effect, nutritious - as safe, effective, and delightful as a cherry tree.

There's a natural tendency to sanitize and polish any historical icon whether it be George Washington chopping down the cherry tree or Martin Luther King saying, "I have a dream."

There is no stranger under the cherry tree.

Along the wide curving moat surrounding the palace, rows of cherry trees announced the end of their seasonal beauty. Some of the trees were weeping: blossoms in white and palest pink, ponderous with decreptitude, eddying on the brown water, stirred by the paddling of ducks.

Some persons resemble certain trees, such as the nut, which flowers in February and ripens its fruit in September; or the juniper and the arbutus; which take a whole year or more to perfect their fruit; and others, the cherry, which takes between two an three months.

The turn from this end [despair] to a new beginning came from three things.

A blooming cherry tree, the unexpected kindness of Scottish workers and their families, and the Bible.

If you want to find Cherry-Tree Lane all you have to do is ask the Policeman at the cross-roads.

Up to the days of Indiana's early statehood, probably as late as 1825, there stood, in what is now the beautiful little city of Vincennes on the Wabash, the decaying remnant of an old and curiously gnarled cherry tree, known as the Roussillion tree, le cerisier de Monsieur Roussillion, as the French inhabitants called it, which as long as it lived bore fruit remarkable for richness of flavor and peculiar dark ruby depth of color.

I've seen spring come to the orchard every year as far back as I can remember and I've never grown tired of it. Oh, the wonder of it! The outrageous beauty! God didn't have to give us cherry blossoms you know. He didn't have to make apple trees and peach trees burst into flower and fragrance. But God just loves to splurge. He gives us all this magnificence and then, if that isn't enough, He provides fruit from such extravagance.

I never see the prettiest thing -A cherry bough gone white with Spring -But what I think, How gay 'twould beTo hang me from a flowering tree.