On the holy boughs of the Celestial Tree High up in the heavenly fields, Beyond terrestrial desire My soul-bird a warm nest has built..
While I was walking I passed these two guys that were unloading this big Christmas tree off a truck. One guy, kept saying to the other guy, 'Hold the….
All the earth is at rest and is quiet: they are bursting into song. Even the trees of the wood are glad over you, the trees of Lebanon, saying, From ….
Arbores loqui latine. The trees speak Latin..
I willingly confess to so great a partiality for trees as tempts me to respect a man in exact proportion to his respect for them..
Sometimes a tree tells you more than can be read in books..
Fools, when their roof-tree falls, think it doomsday..
The trees grew too thickly, and their trunks were too big for any healthy New England wood. There was too much silence in the dim alleys between them..
The well-ordered mind knows the value, no less than the charm, of reticence. The fruit of the tree of knowledge ... falls ripe from its stem; but tho….
Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree..
Karakarof spat onto the ground at Dumbledore's feet. In one swift movement, Hagrid seized the front of Karkaroff's furs, lifted him into the air, and….
I want a big 25-foot pink statue that holds my grave. Or I also might like the way the Indians did it. They hang you up on the top of a tree and the ….
The trees called to me, urging me to abandon what I knew and vanish into the oncoming night. It was a desire that had been tugging me with disconcert….
No tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots reach down to hell..
Anytime you feel love for anything, be it stone, tree, lover, or child, you are touched by the Goddess's magick..
The seed of a tree has the nature of a branch or twig or bud. It is a part of the tree, but if separated and set in the earth to be better nourished,….
Take love easy, as the leaves grow on the trees..
I call it... the hot dog tree, because... it's a hot dog tree..
The unrecorded past is none other than our old friend, the tree in the primeval forest which fell without being heard.
I knew he wouldn't come, but I howled anyway, and when I did, the other wolves would pass images of him to me of what he looked like: lithe, gray, ye….
What will the axemen do, when they have cut their way from sea to sea?.