Southern trees bear strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black bodies swinging in the southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees. Pastoral scene of the gallant south, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scen...
Don't despise the nut, one day it will be a palm tree.
Where blood has been shed the tree of forgiveness cannot grow.
To climb a tree to catch a fish is talking much and doing nothing.
To forget one's ancestors is to be a brook without a source, a tree without a root.
The higher the mountain the lower the valley, the taller the tree the harder the fall.
When the heat has passed, you forget about the shade of trees.
When the heat has past, you forget about the shade tree.
You are like a tree, giving your shade to the outside.
A fruit tree that grows in a dung heap will certainly blossom.
Elm trees have beautiful branches but hardly ever bear fruit.
In the woods it was not so much that it was quiet as that the few sounds were loud and distinct, not the orchestra tuning-up of the city but individual grace notes. Birdcalls broken into pieces like a piano exercise, a tree branch snapping sharp and ...
She also considered very seriously what she would look like in a little cottage in the middle of the forest, dressed in a melancholy gray and holding communion only with the birds and trees; a life of retirement away from the vain world; a life into ...
She looked out at the other trees, and she realised that her life was one of thousands, any one of which could have been her, she had grown wherever her life had taken her, she had drifted wherever the wind had blown her.
Forests are places where we can get back in touch with our inner selves, where we can walk on soft ground, breathe in natural scents, taste berries, listen to the leaves crackling - all the senses are awakened in the subdued light and stress melts aw...
Life has a way of forcing us to grow in one way or another, constantly. We sometimes try to stem the growth by being unbending..yet, look what happens to the branches of a tree, if they refuse to bend to whims of the weather? They snap and break...If...
Possession and loving are concepts that damn each other.
It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...
To be without trees would, in the most literal way, to be without our roots.
willow trees, willow trees they remind me of Desdemona I'm so damned literary
May your footsteps leave only friends behind.
