Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come.— Chinese Proverbs
Mouth-watering Green Trees quotations
If you don't like where you're at, move you're not a tree.
We never know the worth of water till the well is dry.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
The axe forgets what the tree remembers.
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees, and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes.
For in the true nature of things, if we rightly consider, every green tree is far more glorious than if it were made of gold and silver.
The best friend on earth of man is the tree: When we use the tree respectfully and economically, we have one of the greatest resources of the earth.
Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.
Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter.
Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.
Speak not, move not, but listen, the sky is full of gold.
No ripple on the river, no stir in field or fold, All gleams but naught doth glisten, but the far-off unseen sea. Forget days past, heart broken, put all memory by! No grief on the green hillside, no pity in the sky, Joy that may not be spoken fills mead and flower and tree.
The most conspicuous thing about suffering is, as W.
H. Auden once observed, its banality. The day is green, the sun is shinging, someone is eating, or opening a window, the torturer's horse is scatching its innocent behind on a tree, and in a mere second someone we love is dead.
Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.
They kill good trees to put out bad newspapers.
I see trees of green, red roses too. I see them bloom for me and you. And I think to myself what a wonderful world. I see skies of blue and clouds of white. The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night. And I think to myself what a wonderful world
Our destiny often looks like a fruit-tree in winter.
Who would think from its pitiable aspect that those rigid boughs, those rough twigs could next spring again be green, bloom, and even bear fruit? Yet we hope it, we know it.
Storms make trees take deeper roots.
All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.
The earth is what we all have in common.
God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, 'Ah!
An unbending tree is easily broken.
Only in winter can you tell which trees are truly green.
Only when the winds of adversity blow can you tell whether an individual or a country has steadfastness.
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!
O, the mulberry-tree is of trees the queen! Bare long after the rest are green;
But as time steals onwards, while none perceives Slowly she clothes herself with leaves.
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop
I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree.
Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps the singing bird will come.
Most people know the sheer wonder that goes with falling in love, how not only does everything in heaven and earth become new, but the lover himself becomes new. It is literally like the sap rising in the tree, putting forth new green shoots of life.
All trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.
The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up.
The best friend of earth of man is the tree.
The thorn tree just began to bud And greening stained the sheltering hedge, An many a violet beside the wood Peeped blue between the withered sedge; The sun gleamed warm the bank beside, 'Twas pleasant wandering out a while Neath nestling bush to lonely hide, Or bend a musings o'er a stile.
I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.
Her eye fell everywhere on lawns and plantations of the freshest green;
and the trees, though not fully clothed, were in that delightful state when farther beauty is known to be at hand, and when, while much is actually given to the sight, more yet remains for the imagination.
The tree I had in the garden as a child, my beech tree, I used to climb up there and spend hours. I took my homework up there, my books, I went up there if I was sad, and it just felt very good to be up there among the green leaves and the birds and the sky.
somewhere within sight of the tree of poetry that is eternity wearing the green leaves of time .
If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.
Be a helpful friend, and you will become a green tree with always new fruit, always deeper journeys into love.
By reading the scriptures I am so renewed that all nature seems renewed around me and with me. The sky seems to be a pure, a cooler blue, the trees a deeper green. The whole world is charged with the glory of God and I feel fire and music under my feet.
God cannot save them from fools.
Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars.
To some people a tree is something so incredibly beautiful that it brings tears to the eyes. To others it is just a green thing that stands in the way.
Suddenly a mist of green on the trees, as quiet as thought.
The naked earth is warm with Spring, And with green grass and bursting trees Leans to the sun's kiss glorying, And quivers in the sunny breeze.
If I thought I was going to die tomorrow, I should nevertheless plant a tree today.
The hardest shot in golf is a mashie at 90 yards from the green, where the ball has to be played against an oak tree, bounces back into a sandtrap, hits a stone, bounces on the green and then rolls into the cup. That shot is so difficult I have made it only once.