Pine Quotes

Pine Quote of the day

Ever eat a pine tree? Many parts are edible.

Between every two pine trees there is a door leading to a new way of life.

Many parts of a pine tree are edible.

Nothing has ever been said about God that hasn't already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts . . .

And the needles of the pine trees, freshly washed to a deep, rich green, shimmered with droplets that blinked like clear crystals.

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.

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!

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.

Worpswede, Worpswede, I cannot get you out of my mind... Your magnificent pine trees! I call them my men--thick, gnarled, powerful, and tall--yet with the most delicate nerves and fibers in them.

No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.

If you could eat portions of pine trees, you could eliminate corn in many ways.

Pine trees with low limbs spread over fresh snow made a stronger vault for the spirit than pews and pulpits ever could.

In snowbound, voiceless, mountain depths, to herald spring, pine trees sound in tune.

I love Tennessee, but they don't have the pine trees and the sandy soil and the black water that I grew up around.

Wind blew snow crystals back and forth between the graves. The ancient pines creaked overhead.

Be not wishing and pining but thankfully content.  For it is a short bridge between wanting and regret."- from "Dimpellumpzki

...freshly cut Christmas trees smelling of stars and snow and pine resin - inhale deeply and fill your soul with wintry night...

...and so many colorsI will have seen...the menacing greysand pine greensthe soft pink and purplesof springand summer blueand so many otherswithout you.

When love comes easy, forgiving is hard and forgetting even harder.

How is it that there was never youuntil there wasand then all was you?

rush of pine scent (once upon a time), the unlicensed convictionthere ought to be another wayof sayingthis.