She smelled like herself, like the wind through a tree.
It takes place, by and large, with the same sort of necessity as a tree brings forth fruit, and demands of the world no more than a soil on which the individual can flourish.
Okay, it was the Tree of Knowledge. "You eat this apple; you're going to be as smart as God. " We can't have that.
Give me six hours to chop down a tree and I will spend the first four sharpening the axe.
What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
The fame which bids fair to live the longest resembles that which Horace attributes to Marcellus, whose progress he compares to the silent, imperceptible growth of a tree.
When you have seen one ant, one bird, one tree, you have not seen them all.
Today I have grown taller from walking with the trees.
There are few instincts more natural than the body in full motion as it races across a field or through the trees.
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Trees sprout up just about everywhere in computer science.
To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.
I see my trees repair their boughs.
You don't dream about angles and surfaces and so on. You dream about women, bread, smokes and trees.
The horse could not do without Manhattan. It drew him like a magnet, like a vacuum, like oats, or a mare, or an open, never-ending, tree-lined road.
The vulnerability of precious things is beautiful because vulnerability is a mark of existence. The destruction of Troy. The fall of the petals from fruit trees in blossom. To know that what is most precious is not rooted in existence - that is beautiful.
But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees
If you believe in the soul, do not clutch at sensual sweetness before it is ripe on the slow tree of cause and effect.
People will buy anything at jumble sales,' I said. 'At the Evacuated Children Charity Fair a woman bought a tree branch that had fallen on the table.
I know that in many things I am not like others, but I do not know what I really am like. Man cannot compare himself with any other creature; he is not a monkey, not a cow, not a tree. I am a man. But what is it to be that? Like every other being, I am a splinter of the infinite deity, but I cannot contrast myself with any animal, any plant or any stone. Only a mythical being has a range greater than man's. How then can man form any definite opinions about himself?.