Quotes for All
I always thought jazz was like the trunk of a tree. After the tree has grown, many branches have spread out. They’re all with different leaves and they all look beautiful. But at the end of the season, they fold back up and it’s still the tree trunk. Earl Hines
For we are like tree trunks in the snow. In appearance they lie smoothly and a little push should be enough to set them rolling. No, it can’t be done, for they are firmly wedded to the ground. But see, even that is only appearance. Franz Kafka
Will urban sprawl spread so far that most people lose all touch with nature? Will the day come when the only bird a typical American child ever sees is a canary in a pet shop window? When the only wild animal he knows is a rat-glimpsed on a night drive through some city slum? When … Read more
All we have observed is where moths do not spend the day. In 25 years we have found only two betularia on the tree trunks or walls adjacent to our traps (one on an appropriate background and one not), and none elsewhere Cyril Clarke
Very slowly, she peeked around the tree trunk. Saw a slim, petite figure, flanked by two very large, very dangerous-looking soldier of fortune types picking their way through the bodies and the rubble. Amy? Oh, God. It was Amy. Get away from her, Jenna ordered, stepping out from behind the conifer, wielding the iron pan … Read more
So let us raise a cheer … for the insatiable spirit of Man eager for all new things! What a tale could have been written by that far off man who first saw a tree trunk roll and made a wheel and cart and harnessed in his mare and cracked his whip and drove away … Read more
Something doesn’t look right,” Vee said. “Is the tire supposed to look like that?” I banged my head against the nearest tree trunk. “So we’ve got a flat,” Vee said. “What now? Becca Fitzpatrick
The tree is more than first a seed, then a stem, then a living trunk, and then dead timber. The tree is a slow, enduring force straining to win the sky. Antoine de Saint-Exupery
In fierce March weather White waves break tether, And whirled together At either hand, Like weeds uplifted, The tree-trunks rifted In spars are drifted, Like foam or sand. Algernon Charles Swinburne
I’d like a relationship that was like two tree trunks side by side, strong but independent. Agyness Deyn