And the wind said May you be as strong as the oak, yet flexible as the birch may you stand as tall as the redwood, live gracefully as the willow and may you always bear fruit all your days on this earth.
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Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.N.B. This quote is commonly misquoted as savage beast.
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Music has charms to soothe the savage breast To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
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In creating, the only hard thing is to begin a grass blade's no easier to make than an oak.
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Today's mighty oak is yesterday's nut that held it's ground.
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Music hath charms to soothe a savage breast, To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. N.B.: This quote is commonly misquoted as savage beast.
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While the hollow oak our palace is, Our heritage the sea.
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A young man, be his merit what it will, can never raise himself; but must, like the ivy round the oak, twine himself round some man of great p...
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The bamboo that bends is stronger than the oak that resists.
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The mighty Oak was once a little nut that stood its ground.
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Music has charms to soothe the savage breast
To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
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Let me look upward into the branches of the flowering oak and know that it grew great and strong because it grew slowly and well.
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Courage is not the towering oak That sees storms come and go It is the fragile blossom That opens in the snow.
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I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, who has sight so keen and strong That it can follow the flight of song? Long, long afterward, in an oak I found the arrow, still unbroken; And the song, from beginning to end, I found again in the heart of a friend.
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The greatest achievements were at first and for a time dreams. The oak sleeps in the acorn.
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It is not growing like a tree in bulk doth make man better be Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere, A lily of a day is fairer in May Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant of flower and light, In small proportions we just beauties see And in short measures, life may perfect be.
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Who wants always to look at a cafe or an altar or an oak tree with the first innocence and the limited understanding of a naive lovesick girl,...
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It is not growing like a tree
in bulk doth make man better be;
Or standing long an oak, three hundred year,
To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere,
A lily of a day
is fairer in May
Although it fall and die that night,
It was the plant of flower and light,
In small proportions we just beauties see;
And in short measures, life may perfect be.
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Under the Earth I go, On the oak leaf I stand. I ride on the filly That was never foaled, And I carry the dead in my hand.
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Listening: A wise old owl sat in an oak. The longer he sat, the less he spoke. The less he spoke, the more he heard. Why can't we be like that wise old bird?
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Why should we be in such desperate haste to succeed, and in such desperate enterprises? If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured and far away. It is not important that he should mature as soon as an apple tree or an oak.
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A wise old owl sat upon an oak The more he saw the less he spoke The less he spoke the more he heard Why aren't we like that wise old bird
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When the oak is felled the whole forest echoes with it fall, but a hundred acorns are sown in silence by an unnoticed breeze.
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Is the acorn better than the oak which is its fullness and completion?
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And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
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Music has charms to soothe the savage breast To soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
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Every oak tree started out as a couple of nuts who decided to stand their ground.
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And many strokes, though with a little axe,
Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
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And many strokes, though with a little axe, Hew down and fell the hardest-timbered oak.
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Today's mighty oak is yesterday's little acorn that held it's ground
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