Tree Quotes
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'We are supposed to set you a good example,' said Devonet. 'As a start, I will point out that a lady of refinement would not wish to be found so high in a tree.''Then I am a lady of refinement well and truly,' said Madouc, 'since I did not wish to be found.'
Jack Vance
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Every tree, every plant, has a spirit. People may say that the plant has no mind. I tell them that the plant is alive & conscious. A plant may not talk, but there is a spirit in it that is conscious, that sees everything, which is the soul of the plant, its essence, what makes it alive. The channels through which the water & sap move are the veins of the spirit.
Pablo Amaringo
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There are no trifles in the human story, no trifling leaves on the tree.
Victor Hugo
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...our family is white as far back on the family tree as I've ever looked, and I guess I picture people white white white unless someone tells me otherwise
E. Lockhart
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Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
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If Luna Marie is at the park, my child is not happy unless she's on the highest bar of the jungle gym or the tallest branch of a tree or jumping over the biggest, deepest hole.
Constance Marie
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Love your self's self where it lives.There is no special God to refer to; or if there is,why did I let you growin another place. You did not know my voicewhen I came back to call. All the superlativesof tomorrow's white tree and mistletoewill not help you know the holidays you had to miss.
Anne Sexton
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Our tree is actually a tree of the short-term interest rate. The average direction in which the short-term interest rate moves depends on the level of the rate. When the rate is very high, that direction is downward; when the rate is very low, it is upward.
John Hull
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Look at these poisonous color maps where flesh trees grow from human sacrifices; listen to these sniggering half-heard words of tenderness and doom from lips spotted with decay
William S. Burroughs
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Yet look again - His horn is free,Rising above chain, fence, and tree,Free hymn of love; His hornBursts from his tranquil browLike a comet born;Cleaves like a galley's prowInto seas untorn;Springs like a lily, whiteFrom the Earth below;Spirals, a bird in flightTo a longed-for height;Or a fountain bright,Spurting to lightOf early morn - O luminous horn!
Anne Morrow Lindbergh
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The old woman was the kind who would not cut down a large old tree because it was a large old tree.
Flannery O'Connor
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
Emily Bronte
