I am an African. I owe my being to the hills and the valleys, the mountains and the glades, the rivers, the deserts, the trees, the flowers, the seas and the ever-changing seasons that define the face of our native land.— Thabo Mbeki
Relaxing Tree Hill quotations
If you don't like where you're at, move you're not a tree.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills When all at once I saw a crowd A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake beneath the trees Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you want to be. The person you are.
The axe forgets what the tree remembers.
Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate.
But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.
Do not let your fire go out.
Starry Starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land.
Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.
I exercise about 40 minutes a day, and I'll run one day and do circuit training the next day. I live in an area where there are brilliant hills and mountains, so I get a good hill run with my dog. At home, I'll do the circuit training with old weights, along with pull-ups in the trees and that sort of stuff.
beyond this place of wrath and tears looms but the horror of the shade
How did it happen that their lips came together? How does it happen that birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill? A kiss, and all was said.
Each time you read a book, a tree smiles knowing there's life after death.
You can't run away from yourself
One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday.
And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
The little island seemed to float on the dark lake-waters.
Trees grew on it, and a little hill rose in the middle of it. It was a mysterious island, lonely and beautiful. All the children stood and gazed at it, loving it and longing to go to it. It looked so secret - almost magic.
Storms make trees take deeper roots.
Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit.
Perhaps we all give the best of our hearts uncritically--to those who hardly think about us in return.
There seemed to be nothing to see; no fences, no creeks or trees, no hills or fields. If there was a road, I could not make it out in the faint starlight. There was nothing but land: not a country at all, but the material out of which countries are made.
An unbending tree is easily broken.
For Reason, ruling alone, is a force confining;
and Passion, unattended, is a flame that burns to its own destruction.
The touch of an infinite mystery passes over the trivial and the familiar, making it break out into ineffable music... The trees, the stars, and the blue hills ache with a meaning which can never be uttered in words.
Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.
Time takes it all, time bears it away, and in the end there is only darkness. Sometimes we find others in that darkness, and sometimes we lose them there again.
All trees are losing their leaves, and not one of them is worried.
The world you desire can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it is yours.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
It was a cold day but the sun was out and the trees were like great bonfires against gray distant fields and hills.
I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.
once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely.
Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Remember tonight...for it's the beginning of forever. - Dante Alighieri
Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop
You can drive at 16, go to war at 18, drink at 21, and retire at 65.
So who can say what age you have to be to find your true love?
Time takes it all, whether you want it to or not.
They say it's the good girls who keep diaries.
The bad girls never have the time. Me, I just wanna live a life I'm gonna remember even if I don't write it down.
If you don't like how things are, change it! You're not a tree.
There is new life in the soil for every man.
There is healing in the trees for tired minds and for our overburdened spirits, there is strength in the hills, if only we will lift up our eyes. Remember that nature is your great restorer.
Do not let the hero in your soul perish.
It is not possible to make great buildings, or great towns, beautiful places, places where you feel yourself, places where you feel alive, except by following this way. And, as you will see, this way will lead anyone who looks for it to buildings which are themselves as ancient in their form, as the trees and hills, and as our faces are.
Be gentle with yourself. You are a child of the universe, no less than the trees and the stars.
The Bumpuses were so low down on the evolutionary totem pole that they weren't even included in Darwin's famous family tree. They had inbred and ingrown and finally emerged from the Kentucky hills like some remnant of Attila the Hung's barbarian horde. Flick said that they had webbed feet and only three toes. It might have been true.
We must take the current when it serves, or lose our ventures.
We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call;
no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.
After my training wheels, my first real bike was a Schwinn, and my first time out, I rode down a hill, didn’t know how to stop, and ran right into a tree. So, that was a nice experience ... like realizing, oh, there are brakes!