Top 100 Quotes About Oak
#2. Sigh for me, night-wind, in the noisy leaves of the oak. / I am tired. Sleep for me, heaven over the hill. / Shout for me, loudly and loudly, joyful sun, when you rise.
Wallace Stevens
#3. You cannot plant an acorn in the morning, and expect that afternoon to sit in the shade of an oak.
Antoine De Saint-Exupery
#4. That one won't crack, though, Mendel decided with approval; one of your flabby oak trees, Smiley was. Think you could blow him over with one puff, but when it comes to the storm he's the only one left standing at the end of it.
John Le Carre
#5. An oak tree is an oak tree. That is all it has to do. If an oak tree is less than an oak tree, then we are all in trouble.
Thich Nhat Hanh
#6. My mother always says, "The bamboo that bends is stronger than the oak." I can be very focused and determined. But, I can also be very stubborn. Be flexible be nuanced.
Sarah Lafleur
#7. "Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?"
"No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of."
"Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.
Hans Christian Andersen
#8. My blood ran cold. Twenty yards away a hooded figure was crouching behind the oak tree, flashing a pinpoint light into the office where Walter and Lola did business.
Suzanne M. Trauth
#9. How pleasant it is for a father to sit at his child's board. It is like an aged man reclining under the shadow of an oak which he has planted.
Walter Scott
#10. This may not however elevate your stature during the years you have remaining; for fame's a weed, but repute is a slow-growing oak, and all we can do during our lifetimes is hop around like squirrels and plant acorns.
Neal Stephenson
#11. I leaned my back against an oak Thinking it was a trusty tree. But first it bent, And then it broke And let me down as my love did me. - "The Water Is Wide," traditional folk song
Jill Barnett
#12. Think of the fierce energy concentrated in an acorn! You bury it in the ground, and it explodes into an oak!
George Bernard Shaw
#13. A large, branching, aged oak is perhaps the most venerable of all inanimate objects.
William Shenstone
#14. The green reed which bends in the wind is stronger than the mighty oak which breaks in a storm.
Confucius
#15. And from a quiet modesty that would have become a vestal, which seemed continually to impress upon him that he had no great claim on the world's room, Oak walked unassumingly and with a faintly perceptible bend, yet distinct from a bowing of the shoulders.
Thomas Hardy
#16. Schoolchildren and older people like the idea of planting trees. For children, it's interesting that an acorn will grow into an oak, and for older people it's a legacy. And the act of planting a tree is not that difficult.
Clive Anderson
#17. Quentin went to work on a bitter single malt Scotch that tasted like it had been decanted through the stump of an oak tree that had been killed by lightning.
Lev Grossman
#18. Grass that is here today and gone tomorrow does not require much time to mature. A giant oak tree that lasts for generations requires much more time to grow strong.
Henry T. Blackaby
#19. Monastic communities are to the great social community what the mistletoe is to the oak, what the wart is to the human body.
Victor Hugo
#20. Embryos turn into babies; buds turn into blossoms; acorns turn into oak trees. The same programming that exists in them exists in each of us - to manifest our highest potential. What is the difference between those things and us? That we can say no ... So today, say yes.
Marianne Williamson
#21. The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood.
Charles Churchill
#22. Of all the trees that grow so fair Old England to adorn,
Greater are none beneath the Sun
Than Oak, and Ash and Thorn.
Rudyard Kipling
#23. You woke up on the wrong side of the oak tree, didn't you? (Acheron)
Sherrilyn Kenyon
#25. He smelled like oak and grass and wood fires.He Smelled like memories. Like years and years of memories.
Amy Plum
#26. The bleached ceilings, walls, and floors gleam in perfection. Drained of color, wiped of contamination, forever untainted they exist; a cold reminder of my purity.
Celeste Simone
#27. The tallest oak tree once was an acorn that any pig could have swallowed.
Arthur Schopenhauer
#28. If we have no idea what we believe in, we'll go along with anything. Truth takes courage. Courage to stand up for what we believe in. Not necessarily in a confrontational way, but in a gentle yet firm way. Like an oak tree, able to sway gently in the wind, but strongly rooted to the ground.
A.C. Ping
#29. including Professor Oak and Delia Ketchum who is Ash's mother. Meanwhile, Ash and his friends meet and become friends with a trainer named Lisa. They come into Greenfield in the process and agree to join in to rescue
Luvero
#30. The oak roars when a high wind wrestles with it; the beech shrieks; the elm sends forth a long, deep groan; the ash pours out moans of thrilling anguish.
Thomas Starr King
#31. Great leaders have an air of confidence," he replied. "Subordinates need to look up to somebody who is still standing strong, like an oak, regardless of events around them.
Carmine Gallo
#32. It is all still new to me. I have lived my life on the prairie and a line of oak trees can still astonish me.
Marilynne Robinson
#33. I'll give you three guesses, Rabbit. Digging holes in the ground? Wrong. Leaping from branch to branch of a young oak tree? Wrong. Waiting for somebody to help me out of the river? Right. Give Rabbit time, and he'll always get the answer.
A.A. Milne
#34. I said you were Sir Horace of the Order of the Oakleaf," Halt told him, then added uncertainly, "At least, I think that's what I told him. I may have said you were of the Order of the Oak Pancake." Horace
John Flanagan
#35. And if we seem nutty to you and if we seem like an odd ball to you, just remember one thing. The mighty oak tree was once a nut just like me.
Glenn Turner
#36. I think character never changes; the Acorn becomes an Oak, which is very little like an Acorn to be sure, but it never becomes an Ash ...
Hester Lynch Piozzi
#37. Although we experience our nonphysical levels of self as potential, they are also functional in our lives. An acorn is a potential oak tree, but the oak tree could be seen as the essence of the acorn, guiding its development into the oak tree.
Shepherd Hoodwin
#38. The hardest shot in golf is a mashie at 90 yards from the green, where the ball has to be played against an oak tree, bounces back into a sandtrap, hits a stone, bounces on the green and then rolls into the cup. That shot is so difficult I have made it only once.
Zeppo Marx
#39. That life is far too short to waste on grudges. Love does not come along often. When it does, you can't throw it away because it isn't perfect.
Sophie Oak
#40. Autumn flings her fiery cloak over the sumac, beech and oak.
Susan Lendroth
#41. Now of old the name of that forest was Greenwood the Great, and its wide halls and aisles were the haunt of many beasts and of birds of bright song; and there was the realm of King Thranduil under the oak and the beech.
J.R.R. Tolkien
#42. Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
David Icke
#43. Gabriel Oak: "It's time for you to fight your own battles... and win them too.
Thomas Hardy
#44. What will the solemn Hemlock- What will the Oak tree say?
Emily Dickinson
#45. The only member of the inner sanctum of licensed sorcerers absent was Patrick of Ludlow, who was busy moving an oak for a wealthy client eager to alphabetize his arboretum.
Jasper Fforde
#46. A large oak tree is just a little nut that refused to give up.
David McGee
#47. Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days ...
Kellie Elmore
#48. Long cold nights mark November's return, grey rains fall, wind walks in the bronze oak leaves.
Gladys Taber
#49. I could faintly smell the ocean. I imagined being one of the old oak trees standing there swaying in the wind and braving all sorts of weather. I pondered what they had seen in the past and what they might see in the future
Nancy B. Brewer
#50. Women who have suffered, no matter how afraid, hold out their hands in aid to help others. To create a loyalty like no other--as strong as an oak, as enduring as a mountain, and as brutal as Time - look no further than a female who has risen from the ashes.
K.F. Breene
#51. Giant oak trees ... have deep root systems that can extend two-and-one-half times their height. Such trees rarely are blown down regardless of how violent the storms may be.
Joseph B. Wirthlin
#52. Have no fear," the voice told her, "for in thee lies the hope of all. Only thou can deliver the land from darkness."
"How can I?" she asked. "I am just one against so many."
The eyes gleamed behind the dappling leaves. "Yet the smallest acorn may become the tallest oak," came the answer.
Robin Jarvis
#53. This was taken when my brother was last on leave. My mom's new boyfriend took it. Now there's an insane person. Well, he's from the next town over. Everyone in that freaking town is butt-fuck crazy. I'm totally moving there one day.
Sophie Oak
#54. The lightning said to the oak tree: 'Stand aside, or take what is coming to you!
Idries Shah
#55. There's too many sounds in the world! The sounds of the earth are terrible! The roots squeezing and jostling one another through the clefts, and the crashing of the acorn from the oak. The cry of the little birdeen in under the silence of the hawk!
Lady Gregory
#56. Before the acorn can bring forth the oak, it must become itself a wreck. No plant ever came from any but a wrecked seed.
Hannah Whitall Smith
#57. I have observed, on board a steamer, how men and women easily give way to their instinct for flirtation, because water has the power of washing away our sense of responsibility, and those who on land resemble the oak in their firmness behave like floating seaweed when on the sea.
Rabindranath Tagore
#58. Marya watched from the upper floor as once again the birds gathered in the great oak tree, sniping and snapping for the last autumn nuts, stolen from squirrels and hidden in bark-cracks, which every winged creature knows are the most bitter of all nuts, like old sorrows sitting heavy on the tongue.
Catherynne M Valente
#59. The theatre should be treated with respect. The theatre is a wonderful place, a house of strange enchantment, a temple of illusion. What it most emphatically is not and never will be is a scruffy, ill-lit, fumed-oak drill hall serving as a temporary soap box for political propaganda.
Noel Coward
#60. Some people when I speak of awareness of the "inner body" call it a technique. I would not call it a technique because it is too simple for that. When the oak tree feels its roots in the earth, its connectedness with the earth, it is not practicing a technique.
Eckhart Tolle
#61. My feet will tread soft as a deer in the forest. My mind will be clear as water from the sacred well. My heart will be strong as a great oak. My spirit will spread an eagle's wings, and fly forth.
Juliet Marillier
#62. I could lecture on dry oak leaves; I could, but who would hear me? If I were to try it on any large audience, I fear it would be no gain to them, and a positive loss to me. I should have behaved rudely toward my rustling friends.
Henry David Thoreau
#63. If an artist tells you "this is an oak tree," then it better be an oak tree. It's how you proclaim things; if you say "the silence is the music," then it's the music.
Igor Levit
#64. The graceful ivy, clasping the oak that supported it, would form a whole in which strength and beauty would be equally conspicuous.
Mary Wollstonecraft
#65. Village life is like an ivy vine climbing a great oak. You cut off the vine at the root, and all the way up the tree, the leaves wither. We're all connected." For
Julie Klassen
#66. I will consider each day's effort as but one blow of my blade against a mighty oak.
Og Mandino
#68. The little girl skipped by under the wrinkled oak leaves and held fast to a replica of herself.
Anne Sexton
#69. For years I dreamed of having the sort of massive oak slab that would dominate a room ...
Stephen King
#70. The last time I stand in a circle outside the band room in the shade of this oak tree that has protected generations of band geeks.
John Green
#71. He might as well plant an oak in a flowerpot, and expect it to thrive, as imagine he can restore her to vigour in the soil of his shallow cares!
Emily Bronte
#73. What I have in mind when I start to write could fit inside an acorn-an acorn, moreover, that rarely if ever grows into an oak. Write fiction and you relinquish reason. You start with an acorn and you end up with a mackerel.
Philip Roth
#74. The strongest oak of the forest is not the one that is protected from the storm and hidden from the sun. It's the one that stands in the open where it is compelled to struggle for its existence against the winds and rains and the scorching sun.
Napoleon Hill
#76. You've both quit your jobs for me," Laura said, though a little of the sass had left her voice.
"I never liked it much anyway," Cam said flippantly. "I was only there for the nookie, and when you walked away, that dried up.
Sophie Oak
#77. The oak tree:
not interested
in cherry blossoms.
Matsuo Basho
#78. Ailer is no man to a prisoner - he is a living door, a barrier of flesh and blood adding strength to restraints of oak and iron.
Alexandre Dumas
#79. He had been held to her by a beautiful thread which it pained him to spoil by breaking, rather than by a chain he could not break.
Thomas Hardy
#80. The tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured. We
Malcolm Gladwell
#81. Inner resilience and the ability to bounce back are personal qualities ... Align yourself with someone who has this kind of resilience so that your own can be strengthened. Find another oak to weather the storm with you. Anyone who is in touch with his or her core self will always respond.
Deepak Chopra
#82. ... it nevertheless powerfully conveys the Arcadian dream of a great, cross- cultural brotherhood of buttsex, a pioneer porntopia where sodomy reigns supreme and there is no poison oak.
Simon Sheppard
#83. Surely oak and threefold brass surrounded his heart who first trusted a frail vessel to the merciless ocean.
Horace
#84. The tree does not end at it's skin but exists also in the rain that falls downwind, many miles from the forest. In the seed exists the acorn, the oak, and the shade.
Stephen Harrod Buhner
#85. You English words?
I know you:
You are light as dreams,
Tough as oak,
Precious as gold,
As poppies and corn,
Or an old cloak:
Sweet as our birds
To the ear,
As the burnet rose
In the heat
Of Midsummer
Edward Thomas
#86. It is with men as with other things. The mullein needs only a year, but the oak a century, and the greatest men are those who have continued to grow as long as they have lived.
Robert Green Ingersoll
#87. There was nothing dishonourable in not being blown about by every little modern wind. Better to have worth, to entrench, to be an oak of one's own generation.
John Le Carre
#88. bigger than a closet, empty except for an old oak door all bound
Patrick Rothfuss
#89. I am a born-again atheist, so there isn't going to be a funeral. I will be buried in a linen wrap in a cardboard coffin in my forest with an oak tree planted on my head.
Felix Dennis
#90. It is not pride when the beech-tree refuses to copy the oak. The only chance of any healthy life for it is to be as full a beech-tree as it can be.
Phillips Brooks
#91. Give me a bottle of hard cider, a bowl of Peterson Irish Oak in my Neerup pipe, and please, above all, give my Henry David Thoreau's Wild Apples. Do that and you will see a man contented.
Nicholas Trandahl
#92. Here and there on the branch of an oak a congress of leaves still clung, rigid as flakes of bronze.
Martha Ostenso
#93. You said you were bad for me."
"I am, but I'm starting to wonder if you might be good for me.
Sophie Oak
#94. It's not about the way you look
It's not about your face
It's all about the way you think
It's all about your grace
You're love is like a power chase
You're like an oak tree growing in a flower vase
Mac Lethal
#95. Nothing is less promising than precocity. A young thistle is more like a future tree than is a young oak.
Marie Von Ebner-Eschenbach
#96. A critic is to an author as a fungus to an oak.
Edward Abbey
#97. Every oak tree started out as a couple of nuts who stood their ground.
Henry David Thoreau
#98. Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
Sappho
#99. It needs more than a heart of oak to shed all fear except the fear of God.
Mahatma Gandhi
#100. Baleen was a very pricey place that I would not have attempted on my own modest means. It has the kind of oak-paneled elegance that makes you feel the need for a cravat and spats.
Jeff Lindsay
