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"I Am Vertical But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals and motherly love So that each March I may gleam into leaf, Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing I must soon unpetal. Compared with me, a tree is immortal And a flower-head not tall, but more startling, And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring. Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars, The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors. I walk among them, but none of them are noticing. Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping I must most perfectly resemble them-- Thoughts gone dim. It is more natural to me, lying down. Then the sky and I are in open conversation, And I shall be useful when I lie down finally: The the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me. "I Am Vertical", 28 March 1961"
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tree
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Sylvia Plath |
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Deciding whether or not to trust a person is like deciding whether or not to climb a tree because you might get a wonderful view from the highest branch or you might simply get covered in sap and for this reason many people choose to spend their time alone and indoors where it is harder to get a splinter.
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simile
trust
humor
love
inspirational
tree
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Lemony Snicket |
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And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small cafe in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.
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fenchurch
nailed
tree
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Douglas Adams |
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I think that I shall never se
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poem
rain
poems
god
inspirational
tree
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Joyce Kilmer |
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And the tree was happy
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tree
shel
silverstein
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Shel Silverstein |
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Plants are more courageous than almost all human beings: an orange tree would rather die than produce lemons, whereas instead of dying the average person would rather be someone they are not.
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be-yourself
acting
adage
adages
aphorisms
audacity
axiom
axioms
balls
cojones
conforming
courageousness
dictum
dictums
fit-in
hardihood
heroism
herself
human-being
intrepidity
made-me-think
make-you-think
maxims
motivated
moxie
murder
murdered
oneself
persons
pluckiness
pretender
pretenders
profound
provoke-thought
quotation
spunk
standout
themselves
true-grit
daring
humour
bravery
courage
inspired
people
human
fear
quote
inspiration
inspire
death
motivational
humor
inspirational
fearful
actor
saying
lemons
conform
animal
pluck
courageous
lemon
plants
nerve
boldness
motive
plant
words-to-live-by
killed
gnomes
nonconformity
orange
maxim
tree
brave
actors
façades
act
grit
epigram
epigrams
gnome
produce
deep
fitting-in
valour
proverbs
facade
aphorism
pretending
quotations
sayings
pretend
conformity
gallantry
peoples
guts
standing-out
trees
animals
satire
satirical
self
thought-provoking
person
himself
yourself
quotes
human-beings
thoughtful
insightful
proverb
humans
kill
fearlessness
dead
fruit
fruits
die
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Mokokoma Mokhonoana |
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Mr. Freeman: You are getting better at this, but it's not good enough. This looks like a tree,but it is an average, ordinary, everyday, boring tree. Breathe life into it. Make it bend - trees are flexible, so they don't snap. Scar it, give it a twisted branch - perfect trees don't exist. Nothing is perfect. Flaws are interesting. Be the tree.
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tree
speak
young-adult-fiction
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laurie halse anderson |
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This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values....
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tree
turkey
birds
yourself
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Laurie Halse Anderson |
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"Her eyes were of different colors, the left as brown as autumn, the right as gray as Atlantic wind. Both seemed alive with questions that would never be voiced, as if no words yet existed with which to frame them. She was nineteen years old, or thereabouts; her exact age was unknown. Her face was as fresh as an apple and as delicate as blossom, but a marked depression in the bones beneath her left eye gave her features a disturbing asymmetry. Her mouth never curved into a smile. God, it seemed, had withheld that possibility, as surely as from a blind man the power of sight. He had withheld much else. Amparo was touched--by genius, by madness, by the Devil, or by a conspiracy of all these and more. She took no sacraments and appeared incapable of prayer. She had a horror of clocks and mirrors. By her own account she spoke with Angels and could hear the thoughts of animals and trees. She was passionately kind to all living things. She was a beam of starlight trapped in flesh and awaiting only the moment when it would continue on its journey into forever." (p.33)"
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madness
prayer
depression
god
asymmetry
atlantic
blind-man
blossom
left-eye
living-things
nineteen-years-old
power-of-sight
clock
tree
sacraments
bones
starlight
apple
wind
autumn
colors
smile
questions
mirror
horror
journey
eyes
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Tim Willocks |
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I am at home among trees.
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tree
the-lord-of-the-rings
j-r-r-tolkien
trees
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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Haldir had gone on and was now climbing to the high flet. As Frodo prepared to follow him, he laid his hand upon the tree beside the ladder: never before had he been so suddenly and so keenly aware of the feel and texture of a tree's skin and of the life within it. He felt a delight in wood and the touch of it, neither as forester nor as carpenter; it was the delight of the living tree itself.
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tree
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J.R.R. Tolkien |
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I understood that he left me at the end of his long life just as naturally as the leaves fall from the trees.
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life
tree
leaves
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Arthur Golden |
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"What is it?" "A prayer." "For a child?" She nodded. "For me?" Another nod. "On a tree?" "Trees spend all day looking up at God."
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prayer
god
tree
dialogue
wish
child
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Mitch Albom |
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It all I can do not to cry. I make myself wood I say to myself, Celie, you a tree. That's how I come to know trees fear man.
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persona
comfort
change
defence
dehumanisation
abuse-survivor
tree
wood
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Alice Walker |
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I feel safer when you're here. You're so big and sturdy, like a beautiful tree I can lean on and not knock over.
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tree
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Karen Cushman |
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the rotten tree-trunk, until the very moment when the storm-blast breaks it in two, has all the appearance of might it ever had.
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asimov
foundation
rotten
tree
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Isaac Asimov |
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She warned him that, if he got killed, she should cut down the great cedar at the south-west corner of Groby. It kept all the light out of the principal drawing-room and the bedrooms above it.... He winced: he certainly winced at that. She regretted that she had said it. It was along other lines that she desired to make him wince.
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warning
wince
no-more-parades
parade-s-end
sylvia-tietjens
tree
cutting
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Ford Madox Ford |
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How quiet the woods are today... not a murmur except that soft wind putting in the treetops! It sounds like surf on a faraway shore. How dear the woods are! You beautiful trees! I love every one of you as a friend!
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tree
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L.M. Montgomery |
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It was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade, bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air.
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tree
english
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E.M. Forster |
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- Kato dete izpitvakh s'shchoto po klonite na golemite d'rveta. Da stoish prilepen do edin stvol, tolkova dreven, che i nai-drevnata choveshka pamet blednee pred nego, ti vnushava s'shchoto chuvstvo za miasto v sveta.
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human
philosophy
riftwar
древен
дървета
памет
философ
човек
чувство
bulgarian
longbow
война
дълголъкия
място
разлом
реймънд
свят
фийст
elder
tree
philosopher
saga
бард
martin
български
old
sea
memory
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Raymond E. Feist |