“What the hell are you doing up there?' So he slipped, of course, because he was startled, and because fate, having been… — Gregory Maguire Copy Share Image
Those from whom we were born have long since departed, and those with whom we grew up exist only in memory. We,… — Bhartrhari Copy Share Image
Beneath these fruit-tree boughs that shed Their snow-white blossoms on my head, With brightest sunshine round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather,… — William Wordsworth Copy Share Image
I remember when driving and traveling through Lapland, every road is surrounded by huge beautiful trees. Eight out of 10 times I… — Nick Viall Copy Share Image
“Cecily, what are you doing?" Will demanded, interrupting Gideon; he knew he sounded like a distracted parent, but he didn't care. Cecily… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
I am a Jew, and every single one of my ancestors was Jewish. And it does not bother me even a little… — Ben Stein Copy Share Image
“Who cares if a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it? The tree still falls. If you believe that… — Sophia Amoruso Copy Share Image
Nothing in the nature lives for itself Rivers don't drink their own water Trees don't eat their own fruit Sun doesn't give… — Ritu Ghatourey Copy Share Image
Determining the value of individual texts has been an ideological scuffle in literary criticism for centuries: but the environmental cost of printing… — Tristram Stuart Copy Share Image
The fire of the forest burns trees to ashes. Even expensive sandalwood tree which is endowed with qualities of cooling and fragrance,… — Chanakya Copy Share Image
Orcs, and talking trees, and leagues of grass, and galloping riders, and glittering caves, and white towers and golden halls, and battles,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
She tapped on the window with her embossed hairbrush. They were too far off to hear. The drone of the trees was… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
Lying under an acacia tree with the sound of the dawn around me, I realized more clearly the facts that man should… — Charles Lindbergh Copy Share Image
To make a start, out of particulars and make them general, rolling up the sum, by defective means Sniffing the trees, just… — William Carlos Williams Copy Share Image
“Here, the sea strains to climb up on the land and the wind blows dust in a single direction. The trees bend… — Judy Grahn Copy Share Image
Just as a tree, though cut down, sprouts up again if its roots remain uncut and firm, even so, until the craving… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
Tree It is foolish to let a young redwood grow next to a house. Even in this one lifetime, you will have… — Jane Hirshfield Copy Share Image
“She looked out at the other trees, and she realised that her life was one of thousands, any one of which could… — Dave McKean Copy Share Image
Who should be blamed when a leaf falls from a tree? Is it the wind that blew it away? or Is it… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
There is no connection between the worship of idols and the use of Christmas trees. We should not be anxious about baseless… — John MacArthur Copy Share Image
“As the wind swelled, my tree started to sway. Almost like a human body it swung back and around, gently at first,… — T.A. Barron Copy Share Image
There was once a bundle of matches, and they were frightfully proud because of their high origin. Their family tree, that is… — Hans Christian Andersen Copy Share Image
“Down the street, the trees are imprisoned equidistantly in square plots of dirt. Everything else is concrete. Lourdes remembers reading somewhere about… — Cristina Garcia Copy Share Image
“I thank Allah that, I the humble tree before you, have not been drawn witch such intent. And not only because I… — Orhan Pamuk Copy Share Image
“But at some point in her passage, the trees began to change. They stretched taller, and the soft, pale bark darkened, roughened.… — Malinda Lo Copy Share Image
“Tree' is the title of a dance, is the cadence of a song. The black silhouette is only a moment of stillness… — Amanda Fieldsend Copy Share Image
The richness and generosity of the human spirit I discovered in those journeys, meeting with olive farmers and people caught up in… — Carol Drinkwater Copy Share Image
“Blending into the tinctures and textures of the countryside. The tree which falls without any human hearing still falls, as the creatures… — Sara Baume Copy Share Image
There was a sharp crack from somewhere on the mountain. Then another. It's just a tree falling, he said. It's okay. The… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
What do we plant when we plant a tree? A thousand things that we daily see, We plant the spire that out-towers… — Henry Abbey Copy Share Image
You know, when people look at a tree, they look at the leaves; they don't look at the spaces between the leaves.… — Keith Jarrett Copy Share Image
“Daylight would have shown a wilderness weathered and blowzy, a wanton that had lived her summer too fast and too greedily. It… — Irvin S. Cobb Copy Share Image
“It was puzzling to own trees - they were not owned the way a business os owned or even a house is… — Philip Roth Copy Share Image
“Standing under the shelter of a cedar tree, I stared at the fire crackling as it burned through the fallen logs and… — Susan L. Marshall Copy Share Image
“Out here the wild things are healthy, the old trees whose roots find sustenance far below the ill-used layer of topsoil, the… — Poppy Z. Brite Copy Share Image
I can pass days Stretch'd in the shade of those old cedar trees, Watching the sunshine like a blessing fall,-- The breeze… — Letitia Elizabeth Landon Copy Share Image
“I shouldn't have to do the foot-soldier work, Tahiri. Be my eyes and ears. I'd hate to have to use ch'hala trees.… — Karen Traviss Copy Share Image
“Suddenly the sun rose – like a burst of hope. The dark autumn water mirrored the sky; it began to breathe and… — Vasily Grossman Copy Share Image
“Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away; Lengthen night and shorten day; Every leaf speaks bliss to me Fluttering from the autumn tree.… — Emily Brontë Copy Share Image
“Oh! What a miserable night I passed! The cold stars shone in mockery, and the bare trees waved their branches above me;… — Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley Copy Share Image