Hollow Tree Quotes

#1. The Raven's house is built with reeds, - Sing woe, and alas is me! And the Raven's couch is spread with weeds, High on the hollow tree; And the Raven himself, telling his beads In penance for his past misdeeds, Upon the top I see.

Thomas D

#2. When he was nearly thirty-six, my brother Jem got his heart badly broken when his fourth marriage fell apart, mostly because his wife never could get used to Boo, who lived with them and creeped her out by making little wooden dolls of her and putting them in the hollow tree out front.

Silas House

#3. How oft a summer shower has started me; to seek the shelter of a hollow tree

John Clare

#4. Give me again my hollow tree A crust of bread, and liberty!

Alexander Pope

#5. Kite spends three minutes trying to calm me down - 'Dutch! Dutch!' - and then just hugs me with his huge arms, so I am completely wrapped up, and inside him, like an owl inside a hollow tree. This is my most enjoyable crying ever - if all crying were this pleasant, I would do it more often.

Caitlin Moran

#6. A fool puts her hand into a hollow tree without finding out what's inside first.

Robert Jordan

#7. We do not make beams from the hollow, decaying trunk of the fallen oak. We use the upsoaring tree in the full vigor of its sap.

Sylvia Pankhurst

#8. But it was the heart of the house beating, faintly at first, then loudly, martially. It dominated the rain.

E. M. Forster

#9. When Hamid dropped Lata off at her house at nine that night, he felt hollow. The touch of her soft body was sheared from him like bark from a tree, and he spent the entire night tossing and turning.

Saadat Hasan Manto

#10. The merriment of everything from foot-high weeds to hundred-foot oaks, rustling in the wind - grave chuckling of maples and alders, titters from groves of sapling sassafras, silly giggling in the raspberry bushes, a huge belly laugh from the oldest hollow ash tree before the freeway interchange.

Diane Duane

#11. When we truly allow ourselves to feel our own pain, over time it comes to seem less personal. We start to recognize that what we've perceived as our pain is, at a deeper level, the pain inherent in human existence.

Sharon Salzberg

#12. Come! Let us lay a lance in rest,
And tilt at windmills under a wild sky!
For who would live so petty and unblest
That dare not tilt at something ere he die;
Rather than, screened by safe majority,
Preserve his little life to little end,
And never raise a rebel cry!

John Galsworthy

#13. I don't know. How hot is it supposed to be?

Yogi Berra

#14. Like the hollow nothingness within the seed of a tree, which contains the potential of the entire tree, the experience of nothingness in the unmanifest field has within it the lively potential of everything in creation.

Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

#15. To die is to be with the Lord. It is not just an idea, it is a reality.

Francis Schaeffer

#16. We dangle by a flimsy thread,
Our little lives are grains of sand:
The Cosmos is a tiny sphere
Held in the hollow of God's hand.
Give up your anger and your spite,
And imitate the Deer, the Tree;
In sweet Forgiveness find your joy,
For it alone can set you free.

Margaret Atwood

#17. Winds shake the leaves and for a moment I smell smoke. I concentrate on the scent, but it vanishes into the aroma of rain and tree bark, the way one life can collapse into another and different people can stir within the same body, like bats thrashing inside a secret hollow.

Laura Van Den Berg

#18. Joy could be found everywhere. A hollow on the trunk of a tree could not spoil its beauty, as the little caterpillars eating some of its leaves could not spoil it either. It was still green and offered shade to those in need.

Irina Serban

#19. The large white owl that with eye is blind, That hath sate for years in the old tree hollow, Is carried away in a gust of wind.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

#20. When the juices of trees have no means of escape, they clot and rot in them, making the trees hollow and good for nothing.

Marcus Vitruvius Pollio

#21. A bulger of a place it is. The number of the ships beat me all hollow, and looked for all the world like a big clearing in the West, with the dead trees all standing.

Davy Crockett