There may be difficulty at the moment, but I will not lose the Virtue that I possess. It is when the ice and snow are on them that we see the strength of the cypress and the pine. I am grateful for this trouble around me, because it gives me an opportunity to realize how fortunate I am.
The light filtered throught the leaves and pine needles above as if through lace, the ground spotted in shadow.
For the bliss of the animals lies in this, that, on their lower level, they shadow the bliss of those--few at any moment on the earth--who do not 'look before and after, and pine for what is not,' but live in the holy carelessness of the eternal now.
The pine is the mother of legends.
If a man knows the law, find out, though he live in a pine shanty, and resort to him. And if a man can pipe or sing, so as to wrap the imprisoned soul in an elysium; or can paint a landscape, and convey into souls and ochres all the enchantments of Spring or Autumn; or can liberate and intoxicate all people who hear him with delicious songs and verses; it is certain that the secret cannot be kept; the first witness tells it to a second, and men go by fives and tens and fifties to his doors.
But I pine in Solitude. Solitude is my undoing.
so, when I spotted a cougar stretched out on a thick pine tree branch near the park gates, I wasn't surprised. I can't say the same for the women clinging to the branch above the cat. she was the one screaming. The cougar-a ragged-ear old top I clled Marv-just stared at her, like he couldn't believe anyone would be dumb to climb a tree to escape a cat.
The very uprightness of the pines and maples asserts the ancient rectitude and vigor of nature. Our lives need the relief of such a background, where the pine flourishes and the jay still screams.
We pine for kindred natures To mingle with our own.
Pine nuts pound for pound are more expensive than most varieties of smoked salmon. There I said it.
I was trapped in admiration for what I had once admired, as a fly in amber remains the captive of some long-vanished pine.
The forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear theatmosphere of smoke.
The lofty pine is most easily brought low by the force of the wind, and the higher the tower the greater the fall thereof.
Our knowledge is a torch of smoky pine That lights the pathway but one step ahead Across a void of mystery and dread.
The pine stays green in winter. . . wisdom in hardship.
The woods were made for the hunters of dreams, The brooks for the fisher of song; To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game The streams and the woods belong. There are thoughts that moan from the soul of the pine And thoughts in a flower-bell curled; And the thoughts that are blown with the scent of the fern Are as new and as old as the world.
I love Tennessee, but they don't have the pine trees and the sandy soil and the black water that I grew up around.
The envious pine at others' success; no greater punishment than envy was devised by Sicilian tyrants.
I fell asleep to the scent of my wolf. Pine needles, cold rain, earthy perfume, coarse bristles on my face.
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts. . .