[Chunk is running toward the road in the dead of night to find help] Chunk: I'm not all alone in the dark. I like the dark. I love the dark. [He ducks and crawls under a tree branch] Chunk: But I hate nature! I HATE nature!
Makoto Konno: [while walking with Yuri] [Voice-over] Makoto Konno: In general, I'm quite cautious, so I never suffered any major injury, both physically and in the emotional... [a man is thrown to her and both are crashing in a tree]
Thorin Oakenshield: [Last words] Farewell, Master Burglar. Go back to your books... and your armchair... plant your trees, watch them grow. If more people... valued home above gold... this world would be a merrier... place...
[Frank Butterman is fleeing in a police car but crashes into a tree when he is distracted by the swan that Nicholas and Danny captured earlier] Nicholas Angel: I feel as if I should say something smart. Danny Butterman: You don't have to say anything...
Thorin Oakenshield: [singing] Far over the misty mountains cold / To dungeons deep and caverns old Dwarves: [singing] The pines were roaring on the height / The winds were moaning in the night / The fire was red, it flame spread / The trees like torc...
Maude: [gesturing to a sick tree growing through a sidewalk] Harold, we have *got* to do something about this life. Harold: What? Maude: We'll transplant it. To the forest. Harold: You can't do that. Maude: Why not? Harold: This is public property. M...
One Stab: Tristan died in 1963. The moon of the popping trees. He was last seen up in the North Country, where the hunting was still good. His grave is unmarked, but it does not matter. He had always lived in the borderland anyway, somewhere between ...
Treebeard: Many of these trees were my friends. Creatures I had known from nut or acorn. Pippin: I'm sorry, Treebeard. Treebeard: They had voices of their own. Saruman! A wizard should know better!
[Buttercup and Westley have just entered the Fire Swamp] Westley: [looking around] It's not that bad. [Buttercup stares unbelievingly at him] Westley: Well, I'm not saying I'd like to build a summer home here, but the trees are actually quite lovely.
Sergeant Mac Eliot: Hey Dillon. [Dillon comes over and sees Mac motion to the trees] Dillon: [Mac takes a blade puts it on Dillon's back, Dillon spins around, his gun aimed but then sees a scorpion on the end of the blade] Thanks! Sergeant Mac Eliot:...
Ichabod Crane: We take the Indian Trail to the Tree of the Dead. Young Masbath: How will we recognize it? Ichabod Crane: Without difficulty, I rather fear. Then climb down to the Horseman's resting place. Young Masbath: His camp? Ichabod Crane: His g...
I think that I do feel that my nature is to express what this self, this particular self at this time, experiences in the world. And that is so organic - I use this metaphor a lot but I'll use it again - it's like a pine tree producing pine cones, or...
I originally got into this because of a five-year-old's begrudgery of his teacher. Mrs. Lawlor cast me as a tree, and I was disgusted. I was sure I had more to offer than that. It was like, 'OK, if you want me to be set dressing, fine, I'll take it o...
Tak: Do you know what people did in the old days when they had secrets they didn't want to share? They'd climb a moutain, find a tree, carve a hole in it, whisper the secret into the hole and cover it up with mud. That way, nobody else would ever lea...
Dr. Emmett Brown: Things have certainly changed around *here*. I remember when this was all farmland as far the eye could see. Old man Peabody owned all of this. He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.
Even as a kid, I was a businessman. I figured out that if you plucked all the berries off my neighbor's tree and smashed them up, they made a Nickelodeon Gak-type consistency. I sold them to all the neighborhood kids and made stacks of quarters. Of c...
The dog leash was still tied tight around the oak tree in the back, stretched worn and limp across the green grass as if trying to escape to freedom; and he buried his wife without a tombstone. Where before, she sat most times in his home, licking he...
The spirit, my love, is stronger than laughter, stronger than the hungry panting of reckless lions that paw and shuffle underneath the canopy of bowed trees, stronger than the pace of a dying heart, that awaits to be pumped to life by episodes mother...
Wood burns. Roots nourish. Branches shelter. Leaves heal.” The words had become her mantra, her way of reigniting her courage when it started to falter. My life depends on a tree, she thought wryly as she cinched her pack.
Like a child standing in a beautiful park with his eyes shut tight, there's no need to imagine trees, flowers, deer, birds, and sky; we merely need to open our eyes and realize what is already here, who we already are - as soon as we stop pretending ...
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity...and some scare see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imaginat...
