When the Jewish people, after nearly 2,000 years of exile, under relentless persecution, became a nation again on 14 May 1948 the ‘fig tree’ put forth its first leaves. Jesus said that this would indicate that He was ‘at the door,’ ready to return.
There is nothing so beautiful as the free forest. To catch a fish when you are hungry, cut the boughs of a tree, make a fire to roast it, and eat it in the open air, is the greatest of all luxuries. I would not stay a week pent up in cities if it were not for my passion for art.
Let me say right off the bat that I’m not what you would call a ‘tree hugger’ or a ‘bushes and bunnies’ environmentalist out to save the planet or the whales – although I do not denigrate that perspective either, and I really like whales.
The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree – those to me, are the scents of the holidays.
‘The Tree of Life’ is a collection of conversations that lost souls and true believers have with themselves while keeping their heads to the sky. But the movie is church via the planetarium.
You know, I started my career in politics in 1967. I’m not new to this. I did not just fall off the Christmas tree. I understand the world is complex. I know that there are people out there who want to hurt other people.
As soon as a redwood is cut down or burned, it sends up a crowd of eager, hopeful shoots, which, if allowed to grow, would in a few decades attain a height of a hundred feet, and the strongest of them would finally become giants as great as the original tree.
I’m like a tree. My leaves might change color, but my roots are the same.
When you think about a walking tree, laughter is the response.
Being an American is a state of mind, and to be in a family is to feel the power of belonging, the power of your roots. Family is a tree, the strength of a tree, the roots, the leaves, the past and the present, the future, the fruits, the seeds.
I’m a country boy, and out in the old country, all we do is bale straws of hay, and next thing you know you’re sitting under a tree takin’ a nap with your hat down and a weed in your mouth.
History is like a constantly changing tree.
When I’m cutting a tree, if I’m thinking about anything other than that 40-foot oak tree… I’m a dead man. It’s a therapy thing for me.
On the morning, Daddy and I get up at six o’clock because Christmas trees must be bought in the dark. We walk to the other end of town, as the big harbour is just the right setting for buying a Christmas tree. We spend hours choosing, looking at every branch suspiciously. It’s always cold.
I grew up in Michigan. I feel like a lot of my childhood was in solitude, in the woods or making tree forts.
It was my idea to do a two-hour course of barista training. I was keen to learn how to finish off my coffee with a picture of a heart or a palm tree or, perhaps, a swan.
As the twig is bent the tree inclines.
So for anyone who is stumped by how to decorate their tree; Think of your own theme and see what inspiration you come up with. Anything goes!
I’ve always – I grew up on the old-style traditional type of golf course, tree lined and all small greens, big undulations. And Oakmont just fit my eye.
Earth teach me to forget myself as melted snow forgets its life. Earth teach me resignation as the leaves which die in the fall. Earth teach me courage as the tree which stands all alone. Earth teach me regeneration as the seed which rises in the spring.
I was a farm kid from the plains of South Venezuela, from a very poor family. I grew up in a palm tree house with an earthen floor.
I was in my yard and thought that the tree was a living being. We take trees for granted. We don’t believe they are as much alive as we are.
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.
I carry lots of oils, since I have the driest skin in all the land! I switch up my facial oils, and I make them myself with coconut oil and tea tree oil.
I’d like a relationship that was like two tree trunks side by side, strong but independent.
The world is wide. No two days are alike, nor even two hours, neither were there ever two leaves of a tree alike since the creation of all the world; and the genuine productions of art, like those of nature, are all distinct from each other.
As a single withered tree, if set aflame, causes a whole forest to burn, so does a rascal son destroy a whole family.
If your cat’s up a tree, you call the fire department. If someone’s hurt, you call the fire department. If there’s a mudslide or your house is on fire, you call the fire department. They’re our first line of defense.
Good candidates can arrive at the binary search tree as the right path in a few minutes, and then take 10-15 minutes working through the rest of the problem and the other roadblocks I toss out. But occasionally I get a candidate who ‘intuitively understands’ trees and can visualize the problem I’m presenting.
Nature was developed to resist the onslaughts of capitalism, but it’s really not a very good defense – rather like resisting a steamroller with a Christmas tree ornament.
Jazz and Cuba are inexorably tied together; it’s not a branch from a tree. Latin music is part of the root of jazz.
A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.
Everyone asks me about being so worried or thinking about existence as if I’m the only person who can’t understand why a tree grows the way it does or why a person is in power when they’re not that great. These are questions everyone has.
I don’t know if that’s a year’s bad luck, or if that’s how it works. But stealing a Christmas tree – that can’t be a good thing, karma-wise.
The patriot’s blood is the seed of Freedom’s tree.
My absolute favourite piece of information is the fact that young sloths are so inept that they frequently grab their own arms and legs instead of tree limbs, and fall out of trees.
All things share the same breath – the beast, the tree, the man… the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.
Tax reform means, ‘Don’t tax you, don’t tax me. Tax that fellow behind the tree.’
As the poet said, ‘Only God can make a tree,’ probably because it’s so hard to figure out how to get the bark on.
Once I fell out of a tree and was hit by a motorbike. I still have the scar on my head now.
The meaning of life is not to be discovered only after death in some hidden, mysterious realm; on the contrary, it can be found by eating the succulent fruit of the Tree of Life and by living in the here and now as fully and creatively as we can.
I feel like a tree. A tree doesn’t feel a duty to start doing something about the earth from which it comes. A tree just has to bear fruit, and leaves and blossoms. It doesn’t feel grateful to the earth.
The greatness of man is great in that he knows himself to be wretched. A tree does not know itself to be wretched.
What is the meaning of the togetherness of the perceiving mind, in that peculiar modification of perceiving which makes it perceive not a star but a tree, and the tree itself, is a problem for philosophy.
One of the things novels should do is shine a light on those parts of us that are common, the fibres that connect all of us. They should convey the sense that we’re all connected, coming from the same tree, sharing common roots.
Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why is metal a conductor of electricity, and wood is not, but you’re more likely to be struck by lightning when standing under a tree? These are questions that require science to answer.
I can explain to you in detail just how a tree can be made into paper. But I’ve always wondered – and hoped – that someday, someone would help me discover how paper can be made back into a tree.
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.
The latest revelation – from no Mount Sinai, Sermon on the Mount or Bo tree – is the outcry of mute things themselves that we must heed by curbing our powers over creation, lest we perish together on a wasteland of what that creation once was.
The oak has long been an enduring and mighty tree. It is truly a part of our national heritage and it merits the formal distinction of America’s National Tree.
I think that ‘Ghost Rider: Spirit of Vengeance’ was mentally taxing, if only because I had to go to a Christmas party shortly after I had wrapped photography in Romania at two in the morning as the Ghost Rider. The invitation had a Christmas ornament on it with Ghost Rider’s face on it as a tree.
With the advent of cable and such, you guys are calling it the golden age of TV in terms of the writing and stuff. But it’s like different branches of a big tree that TV has become.
Mom still has a huge, beautifully decorated Christmas tree. The whole family comes together after midnight mass and has the traditional plum cake and wine. We spend the night at mom’s home, and in the morning we wake up and open the presents. In the afternoon, we sit down to have a traditional Christmas lunch.
