Top 62 Bough Quotes
#1. A bird no one wants. he's mine. my bird of pain. he doesn't sing. that bird swaying on the bough.
Charles Bukowski
#2. In the beginning - not now, thank God - Patty was always sharing the important books of her life with him, like Black Elk Speaks, The Golden Bough, and Hero with a Thousand Faces.
Richard Price
#3. Winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird ...
John Geddes
#4. Trees have as much individuality as human beings. Not even two spruces are alike. There is always some kink or curve or bend of bough to single each one out from its fellows.
Lucy Maud Montgomery
#5. The sweet calm sunshine of October, now
Warms the low spot; upon its grassy mold
The pur0ple oak-leaf falls; the birchen bough
drops its bright spoil like arrow-heads of gold.
William C. Bryant
#6. You know we've all sinned a lot against science
so we really ought to be as available as an apple
on a bough
pleasant thought fresh air free love cross-pollenization
oh oh god how I'd love to dream let alone sleep
Frank O'Hara
#7. The world does not end tonight
And the fruit that we will pick tomorrow
Await us, weighing the unstripped bough.
Charles Tomlinson
#8. The temple of the sylvan goddess, indeed, has vanished, and the King of the Wood no longer stands sentinel over the Golden Bough.
James G. Frazer
#9. There was always an uncertain promise dangling in the future like a golden fruit hanging from some fantastic bough.
Gustave Flaubert
#10. Whatever you keep hidden in your heart, God
manifests in you outwardly. Whatever the root of
the tree feeds on in secret, affects the bough and
the leaf.
Rumi
#11. Woodman, spare that tree! Touch not a single bough! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now.
George Pope Morris
#12. Mr Bough has 'surprise picnic' written all over him.
John Allison
#13. Hiding in every flower, in every leaf, in every twig and bough, are reflections of the God who once walked with us in Eden. - The Color of Grace
Tonia Triebwasser
#14. This sunlight shames November where he grieves
In dead red leaves, and will not let him shun
The day, though bough with bough be overrun.
But with a blessing every glade receives
High salutation.
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
#15. Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
Hugh Martin
#16. Unlike the bough that
shook off her dead leaves violently
like a wet terrier,
unlike the beating of the butterfly,
her wings, against the cocoon,
some dreams never made a move.
V.S. Atbay
#17. Men give up one thing to take up another, but in spite of numerous changes they do not find peace. They are no better than monkeys who let go one bough to take hold of another, only to let it go again.
Gautama Buddha
#18. Anthropologically informed works, from Sir James Frazer's Golden Bough to Pascal Boyer's Religion Explained or Scott Atran's In Gods We Trust, fascinatingly document the bizarre phenomenology of superstition and ritual. Read such books and marvel at the richness of human gullibility. But that is not
Richard Dawkins
#19. My love is a hummingbird sitting that quiet moment on the bough, as the same cat crouches.
Charles Bukowski
#20. Winnicott also cites the hostile lullabies mothers sing to babies, who fortunately do not understand the words. For example: Rockabye, Baby, on the treetop, When the wind blows the cradle will rock, When the bough breaks the cradle will fall, And down will come baby, cradle and all.
Irvin D. Yalom
#21. As the twig is bent the bough is shaped, that was another old saying, and once a pretentious asshole, always a pretentious asshole.
Stephen King
#22. A book of verses underneath the bough
A flask of wine, a loaf of bread and thou
Beside me singing in the wilderness
And wilderness is paradise now.
Omar Khayyam
#23. A tree there is that from its topmost bough
Is half all glittering flame and half all green
Abounding foliage moistened with the dew;
And half is half and yet is all the scene;
And half and half consume what they renew ...
William Butler Yeats
#24. The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.
Dante Alighieri
#25. Reptilian green the wrinkled throat,
Green as a bough of yew the beard;
He bent his head, and so I smote
Yvor Winters
#26. Bough of a tree to the rain ... he turns the phrase over in his mouth as if it were fine wine, trying to guess its vintage, realizing somewhat indifferently that it is beyond him.
Laszlo Krasznahorkai
#27. Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough,
A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse - and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness -
And Wilderness is Paradise enow.
Omar Khayyam
#28. Now the New Year reviving old Desires.
The thoughtful Soul to Solitude retires,
Where the White Hand Of Moses on the Bough
Puts out, and Jesus from the Ground suspires.
Omar Khayyam
#29. Rock-a-bye Baby
In the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks
The cradle will fall
And Mama will catch you
Cradle and all!
Kristen McKee
#30. Like as the culver on the bared bough
Sits mourning for the absence of her mate
Edmund Spenser
#31. You must always confront your fears," Goon said as though she hadn't spoken. "Then skulking monsters become merely unfamiliar shadows, thrown by a tree bough. Whispering voices are just the wind. The wild flare of panic is merely a burst of emotion, not a terror spell cast by some evil witch.
Charles De Lint
#32. I'm not Mother Teresa. But I'm not Frank Bough, either. I am getting older and a bit more sensible. I'm not going to be popping up in dungeons every six months. If you catch me preaching fidelity while I am shagging chickens then throw the book at me. Otherwise, leave me alone.
Steve Coogan
#33. A pear-tree planted nigh:
'Twas charg'd with fruit that made a goodly show,
And hung with dangling pears was every bough.
Alexander Pope
#34. When I grew a little older, and had suitors, I demanded from them rings from the bottom of the sea, or a sword from the depths of the desert, or a golden bough and a thick golden fleece, too, before I allowed even one kiss.
Catherynne M Valente
#35. The tree is stripped,
All color, fragrance gone,
Yet already on the bough,
Uncaring spring!
Ikkyu
#37. We need winds and tempests to exercise our faith, to tear off the rotten bough of self-dependence, and to root us more firmly in Christ. The day of evil reveals to us the value of our glorious hope.
Charles Haddon Spurgeon
#38. As fall the light autumnal leaves, one still the other following, till the bough strews all its honors on the earth below.
Dante Alighieri
#39. The great sins and fires break out of me like the terrible leaves from the bough in the violent spring. I am a walking fire, I am all leaves ...
Edith Sitwell
#40. I never see that prettiest thing- A cherry bough gone white with Spring- But what I think, How gay 'twould be To hang me from a flowering tree.
Dorothy Parker
#41. The wild Bee reels from bough to bough
With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,
Now in a lily cup, and now
Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,
In his wandering.
Oscar Wilde
#42. The trees are Indian Princes, But soon they'll turn to Ghosts; The scanty pears and apples Hang russet on the bough; Its Autumn, Autumn, Autumn late, 'Twill soon be Winter now. Robin, Robin Redbreast, O Robin dear! And what will this poor Robin do? For pinching days are near.
William Allingham
#43. He felt that he had always been there, among the apple trees, watching for the woman in the tower to come to her window. Seasons may have passed, years may have grown green on the bough, then withered and fallen, but he would stand there and wait for a chance to keep a promise he had made.
Ava Zavora
#44. Merrily, merrily shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
William Shakespeare
#45. T'was Spring, t'was Summer, all was gay Now Autumn bears a cloud brow The flowers of Spring are swept way And Summer fruits desert the bough
Thomas Gray
#46. It's the not-yet in the now, the taste of the fruit that does not-yet exist, hanging the blossom on the bough.
Laurens Van Der Post
#47. September twenty-second, Sir, the bough cracks with unpicked apples, and at dawn the small-mouth bass breaks water, gorged with spawn.
Robert Lowell
#48. And I have soldier dolls! My uncle Garrett bough them for me.
Maya Banks
#49. Once through this ruined city did I pass
I espied a lonely bird on a bough and asked
'What knowest thou of this wilderness?'
It replied: 'I can sum it up in two words:
'Alas, Alas!
Khushwant Singh
#50. Never did tombs look so ghastly white. Never did cypress, or yew, or juniper so seem the embodiment of funeral gloom. Never did tree or grass wave or rustle so ominously. Never did bough creak so mysteriously, and never did the far-away howling of dogs send such a woeful presage through the night.
Bram Stoker
#51. I have never seen a wild thing feel sorry for itself. A little bird will fall dead, frozen from a bough, without ever having felt sorry for itself.
D.H. Lawrence
#52. She's a blackbird sitting in a tree staring out at the world, daring the wind to come and knock her off the swaying bough.
J.A. Huss
#53. A fallen blossom
returning to the bough, I thought
But no, a butterfly.
Arakida Moritake
#54. Burning the small dead branches broke from beneath thick spreading whitebark pine. A hundred summers snowmelt rock and air hiss in a twisted bough.
Gary Snyder
#55. The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet black bough.
Ezra Pound
#56. My own novel, 'The Silver Bough,' about the inhabitants of a remote town at risk of being overwhelmed by Scotland's mythological past, was once criticised by a disgruntled fan as 'fantasy for people who don't read fantasy.'
Lisa Tuttle
#57. Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
Sappho
#58. She was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off. The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice.
Lewis Carroll
#59. Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.
A.E. Housman
#60. The funny thing was that the sisters were hardly nubile, creamy-skinned Lolitas blushing on the bough. In fact, one of them looked like she'd beaten herself with a tire iron during a smallpox-induced hallucination, and the other looked like a close-up photo of a wolf spider.
Diablo Cody
#61. It is daffodil time, so the robins all cry, For the sun's a big daffodil up in the sky, And when down the midnight the owl call to-whoo! Why, then the round moon is a daffodil too; Now sheer to the bough-tops the sap starts to climb, So, merry my masters, it's daffodil time.
Clinton Scollard
#62. Richard Burton had a tremendous passion for the English language, especially the spoken and written word
Frank Bough
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