Words matter. These are the best Pine Quotes from famous people such as Mike Espy, Ho Chi Minh, Dean Bakopoulos, Joey Votto, Brad Feld, and they’re great for sharing with your friends.
Whether in public office or right here at home, I will never stop fighting for Mississippi. From the Delta to East Mississippi up to Oxford and DeSoto down to the Pine Belt and the Coast.
Remember, the storm is a good opportunity for the pine and the cypress to show their strength and their stability.
I write in an old-school paneled study in the middle of a large farmhouse in rural Iowa. I have pine floors, a big cherry desk, and a small window. The room is cluttered with papers and books and gifts from friends.
I’m fine at basketball. I can ride the pine with the best of them.
I’ve been using email since 1983. I started with MH and Rmail, then cc:Mail, then Microsoft Mail, with Compuserve mixed in. Eventually, I ended up using Pine for non-Windows stuff and Outlook for Windows stuff. For a while.
Sometimes I pine for the era of Miss Manners, when there were hard and fast rules dictating a well-bred individual’s behaviour in any given situation.
The pine stays green in winter… wisdom in hardship.
When I go to Indian reservations in the West, and especially to the Pine Ridge Reservation, I sometimes feel unsure where to put my foot when I open the car door. The very ground is different from where I usually stand. There are fewer curbs, fewer sidewalks, and almost no street signs, mailboxes, or leashed dogs.
When wheat is ripening properly, when the wind is blowing across the field, you can hear the beards of the wheat rubbing together. They sound like the pine needles in a forest. It is a sweet, whispering music that once you hear, you never forget.
Creede is built of new pine boards and lies between two immense mountains covered with pines and snow.
I pine for a return to the type of old-school journalism and the tough newspapermen and women of the Thirties.
The guy who owned that island was from Oregon and he decided that he wanted to have an Oregon feeling to it, so he planted pine trees all over the place!
As a former music magazine editor, I still pine for the days when I used to know about all the best jams and new bands.
The lucky village of Sodeto, in the kingdom of Aragon, is a cluster of sensible houses spackled together off the main road, curtained behind a pine copse.
I’ve teamed up with Pine Sol to celebrate the makers of home.
It’s funny you can pretty much substitute the same actors in that top tier, whether it’s a Chris Evans or a Chris Pratt or a Chris Pine, for different movies and it becomes almost a joke. But it doesn’t happen that way for people of color.
I’ve never owned an actual trail-running shoe myself, but maybe I should. My favorite paths are fraught with peril, much of it skulking at shoelace level. A rock, a root, an errant pine cone. Wham, and you’re down, choking in dust and picking pebbles from wounds in your forearms and knees.
‘Out of the box’ corporate thinking helped carry real American innovation out in a box. A pine box.
When I think of my childhood, I see my mother, the complete sixties parent, decked in purple frappe silk caftans, the acidic smell of newly stripped pine mingling with incense.
These mountains appear to be almost entirely composed of stratas of rock of various colours (mostly red) and are partially covered with a dwarfish growth of pine and cedar, which are the only species of timber to be seen.
For better or worse, zoos are how most people come to know big or exotic animals. Few will ever see wild penguins sledding downhill to sea on their bellies, giant pandas holding bamboo lollipops in China or tree porcupines in the Canadian Rockies, balled up like giant pine cones.
I’ll fight like a wildcat until they nail the lid of my pine box down on me.
I’ve taken a mail packet boat along the southern Newfoundland coast and spent some time on St. Pierre and Miquelon watching the seal colonies. I like pine trees. I like cold rivers.
The waving of a pine tree on the top of a mountain – a magic wand in Nature’s hand – every devout mountaineer knows its power; but the marvelous beauty value of what the Scotch call a breckan in a still dell, what poet has sung this?
When I step into the kitchen in the morning, I go for the scrambled eggs with pine nuts and minced lamb. When I finish at night, it is hard to resist the burger.
The smell of pine needles, spruce and the smell of a Christmas tree – those to me, are the scents of the holidays.
My wife and I just prefer Seattle. It’s a beautiful city. Great setting. You open your front door in the morning and the air smells like pine and the sea, as opposed to bus exhaust.
We have free agents getting signed based on having a higher spin rate than another guy. If I can put pine tar on my hand and increase my spin rate 200 RPM and then get a job over another guy who isn’t breaking the rules, how is that fair?
I grew up in Mountain Pine, Arkansas. You get no more country than where I grew up. But I also grew up in the Napster / iTunes / Spotify/ iHeart Radio era, and so I see that everything is influenced by everything else, and that’s what country music is now.
In 1908, there was a persuasive demonstration of the power of high-speed, low-mass asteroids in rural Siberia. The Tunguska impactor iced millions of pine trees and about a zillion mosquitoes – and was no larger than an office building.
Momo listened to everyone and everything – even to the rain and the wind and the pine trees – and all of them spoke to her after their own fashion.
Ah! How often when I have been abroad on the mountains has my heart risen in grateful praise to God that it was not my destiny to waste and pine among those noisome congregations of the city.
The road passed through a curtain of pine forest and came out on a flat, rolling snow field. In this field the sprawled or bunched bodies of Germans lay thick, like some dark shapeless vegetable.
Pine View was a great school for me – it made it safe to be a nerd. It was okay to really care about doing your homework and doing well in school.
I grew up like a lot of country boys and girls do – amongst the pine trees, dirt roads, farms, mules and people who were real.
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.
The ideal job letter starts with a brilliant light. Then we realize that this brilliant light is actually sunlight, shafts of it, pouring through trees onto a thick bed of pine needles. Soft dusty resin floats in the sun shafts, invitingly. The smell of pine and sap rises from the forest floor. A twig snaps underfoot.
My fans have designated themselves the, uh, ‘Pine Nuts.’ They’re a nutty bunch.
I used to love martial arts movies starring Bruce Lee and Jean Claude Van Damme. In one of Van Damme’s movies, he would break a pine tree. I would kick banana trees because I used to live on a farm. My father would get mad at me because I would break all of the banana trees around.
I love Tennessee, but they don’t have the pine trees and the sandy soil and the black water that I grew up around.
Nothing in baseball can bring me down to the level where I was growing up in Pine Bluff, crying and broke. This is fun for me. Whenever you see me slumping, nah, I don’t get upset; I’m all right.
Sioux was always a horse culture, especially the Lakota Sioux. My mom is from Pine Ridge Indian Reservation; my dad is from a Sioux Indian reservation. Both tribes are Lakota.
When you live in a small town behind the Pine Curtain, you live inside your head a lot.
To pine for the days before public education became a practical reality is to pine for an America held back by mass ignorance and mass illiteracy.
