Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

My heart is like a singing bird.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, "Where? What?" and turn away.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Silence is more musical than any song.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather To cheer one on the tedious way To fetch one if one goes astrayTo lift one if one totters down To strengthen whilst one stands.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

Love came down at Christmas Love all lovely Love Divine Love was born at Christmas Star and angels gave the sign.

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan earth stood hard as iron water like a stone snow had fallen snow on snow snow on snow in the bleak midwinter long ago.

Were there no God we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

Consider the lilies of the field whose bloom is brief: We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth, Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth, Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white, Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight. Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth, But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

Votes are like trees, if you are trying to build a forest. If you have more trees than you have forests, then at that point the pollsters will probably say you will win.

I knew, of course, that trees and plants had roots, stems, bark, branches and foliage that reached up toward the light. But I was coming to realize that the real magician was light itself.

Spring beckons! All things to the call respond; the trees are leaving and cashiers abscond.

Do not be very upright in your dealings for you would see by going to the forest that straight trees are cut down while crooked ones are left standing.

In the long winter evenings he talked to Ma about the Western country. In the West the land was level, and there were no trees. The grass grew thick and high.

If you reveal your secrets to the wind, you should not blame the wind for revealing them to the trees.

Trees Lounge is based on my own life. Both my parents like the movie. My father, of course, thinks it's a masterpiece.

In Kenya you've got the great birds and monkeys leaping through the trees overhead. It's a chance to remember what the world is really like.

The script was always the most important thing to me and I loved the script. For one thing, I've always admired trees. I just worship them. Think what trees have witnessed, what history, such as living through the Civil War, yet they still survive.

The difficulty with this conversation is that it's very different from most of the ones I've had of late. Which, as I explained, have mostly been with trees.

If you think in terms of a year, plant a seed; if in terms of ten years, plant trees; if in terms of 100 years, teach the people.

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees.

Trees are your best antiques.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

The goldenrod is yellow, The corn is turning brown, The trees in apple orchards With fruit are bending down.

Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.

The advice I am giving always to all my students is above all to study the music profoundly... music is like the ocean, and the instruments are little or bigger islands, very beautiful for the flowers and trees.

The tallest Trees are most in the Power of the Winds, and Ambitious Men of the Blasts of Fortune.

The Druids held the trees as very sacred.

Parts like Morse don't grow on trees. He's a great character.

Recognition of this kinship with the rest of the universe is necessary for understanding him, but his essential nature is defined by qualities found nowhere else, not by those he has in common with apes, fishes, trees, fire, or anything other than himself.

Legislatures represent people, not acres or trees.

Trees go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far!

Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees only so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image of the Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed.

I prefer the country life. I live in Kingston, but there is lots of trees.