In the gentle evening freeze, by the whispering shady trees I will find sanctuary in the Lord.
It's the Joshua tree's struggle that gives it its beauty.
is there not an Arabick Proverb which goes, 'No one throws Stones at a Barren Tree'?
And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins.
Myth is never a single story. It is always a tree with many branches.
The trees like lungs filling with air. My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair.
It is a simple matter to plant trees in straight lines, but informal groupings will test the sensitivities of the most experienced planter and the smaller the groups the more difficult they are to place.
We really invented the genre of tracing family trees and going back as far as we could on the paper trail. When the paper trail disappeared, we used DNA analysis. The technology was just being invented that allowed you to trace ancestry through DNA.
On my cornice linger the ripe black grapes ungathered; Children fill the groves with the echoes of their glee, Gathering tawny chestnuts, and shouting when beside them Drops the heavy fruit of the tall black-walnut tree.
In the eyes of a seer, every leaf of a tree is a page of the Holy Book and contains divine revelation.
A tree falls the way it leans. Be careful the way you lean.
So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.
It's the little things citizens do. That's what will make the difference. My little thing is planting trees.
Any fool can destroy trees, they cannot run away.
The script was always the most important thing to me and I loved the script. For one thing, I've always admired trees. I just worship them. Think what trees have witnessed, what history, such as living through the Civil War, yet they still survive.
I've got an image of me at the bottom of my garden sitting under my silver birch tree reading, while everyone else had gone somewhere exotic.
She was gone, and all that was left was the space where you'd grown around her, like a tree that grows around a fence.
How shall I speak thee, or thy power address Thou God of our idolatry, the Press. . . . . Like Eden's dead probationary tree, Knowledge of good and evil is from thee.
The most beautiful thing about a tree is what you do with it after you cut it down.
The dwarfed trees of the Chinese and Japanese have been noticed by every author who has written upon these countries, and all have attempted to give some description of the method by which the effect is produced.