When you organize your work and look back at your entire production, it may feel like you're looking at a straight line,… — Vik Muniz Copy Share Image
His heavy-lidded gaze reflected a languor that had nothing to do with having just awakened, and there was no doubt what was… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
I think of Wangari Mathai in Kenya. If she started out saying she wanted to plant 20 million trees, she would have… — Frances Moore Lappé Copy Share Image
Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth,… — William C. Bryant 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
I don't wonder anymore what I'll tell God when I go to heaven when we sit in the chairs under the tree,… — Donald Miller Copy Share Image
Sometimes I get lonesome for a storm. A full blown storm where everything changes. The sky goes through four days in an… — Joan Baez Copy Share Image
I found everything so remote but, at the same time, familiar when I occasionally looked into the mountains, rocks, pine trees and… — Zhang Xiaogang Copy Share Image
EXPRESSIONS Look without! Behold the beauty of the day, The shout of color to glad color, rocks and trees, and sun and… — Richard Hovey Copy Share Image
If you hate your parents, the man or the establishment, don't show them up by getting wasted and wrapping your car around… — Henry Rollins Copy Share Image
I would rediscover the secret of great communications and great combustions. I would say storm. I would say river. I would say… — Aime Cesaire Copy Share Image
...and suddenly it occurred to him that the birds, whose twitters and repeated songs sounded so pretty and affirming of nature and… — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
One thing that attracts me in Daoism and Heidegger is a delicate combination of recognizing deep differences between human being and any… — David E. Cooper Copy Share Image
There are no medium-sized trees in the deep forest. There are only the towering ones, whose canopy spreads across the sky. Below,… — Terry Pratchett 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
The bluebells made such a pool that the earth had become like water, and all the trees and bushes seemed to have… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The screech and mechanical uproar of the big city turns the citified head, fills citified ears - as the song of birds,… — Frank Lloyd Wright Copy Share Image
Nature is impersonal, awe-inspiring, elegant, eternal. It's geometrically perfect. It's tiny and gigantic. You can travel far to be in a beautiful… — Gretchen Rubin Copy Share Image
When you walk 25-30 feet above ground, it is a miracle, because you are still in the city ... but you are… — Renzo Piano Copy Share Image
The world rests in the night. Trees, mountains, fields, and faces are released from the prison of shape and the burden of… — John O'Donohue Copy Share Image
When I was playing in a junior tournament one time, I missed a short putt and threw my putter into the trees.… — Arnold Palmer Copy Share Image
Age, they say, is only important if you're cheese. or a wine. They also say, if you are stuck behind one on… — Terry Wogan Copy Share Image
Are you, are you coming to the tree? Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me. Strange things did happen… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
Industriousness and conscientiousness are often at odds, because industriousness wants to pick the still sour fruit from the tree,while conscientiousness lets it… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
The fruition of the year had come and the night should have been fine with a moon in the sky and the… — Sherwood Anderson Copy Share Image
A huge famine hit North Korea in the mid-1990s. Ultimately, more than a million North Koreans died during the famine, and many… — Lee Hyeon-seo Copy Share Image
I have no creative use for guilt, yours or my own. Guilt is only another way of avoiding informed action, of buying… — Audre Lorde Copy Share Image
Mother Nature is always speaking. She speaks in a language understood within the peaceful mind of the sincere observer. Leopards, cobras, monkeys,… — Radhanath Swami Copy Share Image
Our mouths and bodies speak for us in a new language as the trees shake loose a rain of petals that stick… — Libba Bray Copy Share Image
I want to make activism a bigger part of my life, while hopefully maintaining the opportunity to help out causes that I… — Ellen Page Copy Share Image
I can see myself as a very old man in a terrific wheelchair. Only, I won't be photographing the tree outside my… — Richard Avedon Copy Share Image
Show me two villages, one embowered in trees and blazing with all the glories of October, the other a merely trivial and… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Making a paper straw requires growing a tree, cutting it down, and pulping and pressing it into a tube. Manufacturers then use… — Annie Lowrey Copy Share Image
There is a certain consideration, and a general duty of humanity, that binds us not only to the animals, which have life… — Michel de Montaigne Copy Share Image
See, then, how powerful religion is; it commands the heart, it commands the vitals. Morality,--that comes with a pruning-knife, and cuts off… — Nathaniel Culverwell Copy Share Image
In every forest, on every farm, in every orchard on earth, it's what's under the ground that creates what's above the ground.… — T. Harv Eker Copy Share Image
You must not know too much or be too precise or scientific about birds and trees and flowers and watercraft; a certain… — Walt Whitman Copy Share Image
When you go and create something, you want to believe in it. If they don't, we're barking up the wrong tree. But… — Zachary Levi Copy Share Image
Are you fleeing from Love because of a single humiliation? What do you know of Love except the name? Love has a… — Rumi Copy Share Image
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