Golden Tree Quotes

#1. My worthy friend, gray are all theories
And green alone Life's golden tree.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

#2. All theory, dear friend, is gray, but the golden tree of life springs ever green.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

#3. Fair maid, white and red,
Comb me smooth, and stroke my head;
And every hair a sheave shall be,
And every sheave a golden tree.

George Peele

#4. All theory, my friend, is grey, But green is life's glad golden tree.

Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe

#5. Silence
It has a sound, a fullness.
It's heavy with sigh of tree,
and space between breaths.
It's ripe with pause between birdsong
and crash of surf.
It's golden they say.
But no one tells us it's addictive.

Angela Long

#6. Ana never saw the rotten apples littering the ground as she continually reached for the rare golden apple on the tree. Ana had stepped in a lot of rotten apples in her lifetime. She should have learned by now.

Travis Luedke

#7. O happy, golden age!
Not for that rivers ran
With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees

Torquato Tasso

#8. Here come the hum the golden bees
Underneath full blossomed trees,
At once with glowing fruit and flowers crowned.

James Russell Lowell

#9. The love of truth is the stimulus to all noble conversation. This is the root of all the charities. The tree which springs from it may have a thousand branches, but they will all bear a golden and generous fruitage.

Orville Dewey

#10. When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.

William C. Bryant

#11. The stars are golden fruit upon a tree all out of reach.

George Eliot

#12. The golden apples drop from the same tree, whether they be gathered by an imbecile locksmith's apprentice or by a Schopenhauer.

C. G. Jung

#13. Long ago Apollo called to Aristaeus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my bees." Golden were the hives, and golden was the honey; golden, too, the music, Where the honey-makers hummed among the trees.

Henry Van Dyke

#14. [ ... ] leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing impossible to capture.

Vladimir Nabokov