Today you are only a branch of a tree, tomorrow you gonna be tree yourself, so prepare yourself today so strong, that tomorrow you can hold the branches .
The stars are like the trees. Each one reminds us that we should still the greed in our heart. Each tree, each star, teaches us the ways of peace.
God gave the giraffe a long neck so that He would not have to bend the palm tree.
It is good to know the truth and to speak the truth. It is even better to know the truth and speak about palm trees.
If you praise the man who taps the palm tree, he'll put water in the palm wine.
You must chop down the tree that gives too much or too little shade.
To me, the poor are like Bonsai trees. When you plant the best seed of the tallest tree in a six-inch deep flower pot, you get a perfect replica of the tallest tree, but it is only inches tall. There is nothing wrong with the seed you planted; only t...
One time I saw a tiny Joshua tree sapling growing not too far from the old tree. I wanted to dig it up and replant it near our house. I told Mom that I would protect it from the wind and water it every day so that it could grow nice and tall and stra...
It seemed for a moment as if something was there, loitering between the knurled and towering cherry trees, a flash of a presence as stark as the sight of the snow against their bare branches and cracked, piceous bark. Unblinking, I watched the edge o...
We have a friend, and Anglophile American city-dweller in his eighties, whose main ambition, now, is to hear a cuckoo call, for he never has, and perhaps he never will, for he is rather deaf. But, if he came and sat under the magic apple tree for an ...
Forms of Love: A man once decided that all perfection and beauty was in the tree. It gave fruit, shelter, materials for manufacturers. It did this, too, without apparently making demands. It was there for ‘good’ purposes. So he taught people that...
It was an amazing garden like nothing Will had ever seen. Everything was covered in snow and glittering ice, the winding paths, the clusters of trees and what looked like mazes. And here and there blue fountains splashed and a river meandered between...
You learn not to mourn every little thing out here, or you’d never, ever stop grieving.
She treated Vanessa and me as if we were visiting budgerigars that needed to be fed and then put somewhere dark for the night.
It is not a Christmas tree!" said the King, so firmly that all the girls stopped jumping about. "This is a house of mourning. It is nothing more than a tree. I thought it would look nice. Inside. That is all.
I like making pies. I have a bunch of fruit trees in my backyard. My loquat tree sprouted, and I like making loquat pie. They're really hard to peel and everything, and it took me forever, but they make the best pies. They're amazing.
In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins.
What is it?” “A prayer.” “For a child?” She nodded. “For me?” Another nod. “On a tree?” “Trees spend all day looking up at God.
Look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.
She had become accustomed to being lonely. She was used to walking alone and to being considered 'different.' She did not suffer too much.
Brooklyn was a dream. All the things that happened there just couldn't happen. It was all dream stuff. Or was it all real and true and was it that she, Francie, was the dreamer?
