When we shout at the oak tree, the oak tree is not offended. When we praise the oak tree, it doesn't raise… — Nhat Hanh Copy Share Image
The Law of Divine Compensation posits that this is a self-organizing and self-correcting universe: the embryo becomes a baby, the bud becomes… — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
When I was asked to do something good, I often say yes, I'll try, yes, I'll do my best. And part of… — Maya Angelou Copy Share Image
I've lived here ... my whole life. It's where I lost all my baby teeth. Where tiny hamster, gerbil, and bird skeletons… — Jennifer McMahon Copy Share Image
“Now Arthur, if humans could learn to gaze with their eyes or use their special sight, they would realize there is more… — Chris DiSano Davenport Copy Share Image
Another British study discovered that average eight-year-olds were better able to identify characters from the Japanese card trading game Pokemon than native… — Richard Louv Copy Share Image
Do you know that even when you look at a tree and say, 'That is an oak tree', or 'that is a… — Jiddu Krishnamurti Copy Share Image
“A wandering carpenter, called Stone, saw on his travels a gigantic old oak tree standing in a field near an earth-altar. The… — Chuang Tzu Copy Share Image
When I Need Your Hand. Hold out your hand,give me yur heart, place your love in my palm,sing in my ear,wisper notes… — Bobby Hazzard Copy Share Image
“Your sister," I say evenly, "is incredibly sick. I'm sorry if that interferes with your dentist's appointment or your plan to go… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
What we want is another sample of life, which is not on our tree of life at all. All life that we've… — Paul Davies Copy Share Image
“Beyond the River of the Blessed, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Avalon. Our swords were shattered in… — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
“Our room swallowed light whole. Even in summer when sunlight glared through the windows, it was somehow dim inside. Now it was… — Mason West Copy Share Image
“A lush clematis vine, its sweet vanilla scent calming and comforting, climbs over tented bamboo poles to form her reading fort. White… — Meg Donohue Copy Share Image
“Come with me,' Cardan says again, drawing me away from the blood-soaked star chart and the others taking their lessons. 'I am… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Society is an illusion to the young citizen. It lies before him in rigid repose, with certain names, men, and institutions, rootedlike… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
There are useful herbs growing near the oak tree by the stream," Flamepaw pointed out "Littlecloud would come for these" his tail… — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
You cannot spend your life wanting to be someone else, snipping off pieces of yourself you don't like, and suddenly expect, upon… — Geneen Roth Copy Share Image
“Although we experience our nonphysical levels of self as potential, they are also functional in our lives. An acorn is a potential… — Shepherd Hoodwin Copy Share Image
My view is that "A Small Oak Tree Runs Red" is about putting people 'on the record,' who otherwise would have been… — Harry Lennix Copy Share Image
“Be aware! Bad things can happen and the bigger they are, the greater the test. You can learn from them or pity… — Chris DiSano Davenport Copy Share Image
“No oak trees without acorns' may be a formally true proposition, but that this acorn did in fact produce this oak tree,… — Terry Nardin Copy Share Image
“I found heaven, nirvana, elysium (whatever the hell you want to call it)...and it is not the heaven of the bible. It… — Darrin Lettinga Copy Share Image
I'd like to take a walk far back in the flinty hills and search for a souvenir, an old double-bitted ax stuck… — Wilson Rawls Copy Share Image
When the Lord starts out to make an oak tree, he takes a hundred years to do it in, but he can… — Sterling W Sill Copy Share Image
Thousands of experts study overbought indicators, oversold indicators, head-and-shoulder patterns, put-call ratios, the Fed's policy on money supply, foreign investment, the movement… — Peter Lynch Copy Share Image
Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day son, a man had to answer for the wicked he done. Take all the… — Toby Keith Copy Share Image
Embryos turn into babies; buds turn into blossoms; acorns turn into oak trees. The same programming that exists in them exists in… — Marianne Williamson Copy Share Image
“If we have no idea what we believe in, we'll go along with anything. Truth takes courage. Courage to stand up for… — A.C. Ping Copy Share Image
“They must have thought I'm moon. Therefore they made known to me their hopes and expectations that is beyond flesh and blood.… — Darmie Orem Copy Share Image
“Can we feel the freedom of a bird? The belonging of a flower? The esteem of an oak tree? The innocence of… — Georgi Y. Johnson Copy Share Image
“Sitting here, beneath this majestic oak tree under the hot afternoon sun in the middle of nowhere, the concept of time, present,… — Rachael Wade Copy Share Image
“I am walking down to the oak tree. And I see that the tunnel is slightly wet, but I jump in and… — Sandra Harner Copy Share Image
So they all went away from the little log house. The shutters were over the windows, so the little house could not… — Laura Ingalls Wilder Copy Share Image
I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree?… — A. A. Milne Copy Share Image
“I looked around the garden, the sun feeling warm on my back. "So why are you here? I would think you'd want… — Karen White Copy Share Image
“Storytellers tell stories, of course, but they aren't alone in doing so. The dawn tells a story; so does the sun as… — Edward Myers Copy Share Image
“And she could play the Beethoven symphony any time she wanted to. It was a queer thing about this music she had… — Carson McCullers Copy Share Image
“Thunderstorms were common in Sarantium on midsummer nights, sufficiently so to make plausible the oft-repeated tale that the Emperor Apius passed to… — Guy Gavriel Kay Copy Share Image
“Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, That creepeth o’er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween,… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
