Ponderosa pine trees Quotes

“Here beneath the towering pines, by the river blueFarragut will ever stand, alma mater true”

“And you are certainly not the pine-scented air.There is just no way that you are the pine-scented air”

“My soul pines for the color in my heart.”

“He could not tell all of the California pines apart, the gray pine from the coulter, the bushop from the knobcone and the Monterey.”

“In a valley shaded with rhododendrons, close to the snow line, where a stream milky with meltwater splashed and where doves and linnets flew among the immense pines, lay a cave, half, hidden by the crag above and the stiff heavy leaves that clustered below.The woods were full of sound: the stream between the rocks, the wind among the needles of the pine branches, the chitter of insects and the cries of small arboreal mammals, as well as the birdsong; and from time to time a stronger gust of wind would make one of the branches of a cedar or a fir move against another and groan like a cello.It was a place of brilliant sunlight, never undappled. Shafts of lemon-gold brilliance lanced down to the forest floor between bars and pools of brown-green shade; and the light was never still, never constant, because drifting mist would often float among the treetops, filtering all the sunlight to a pearly sheen and brushing every pine cone with moisture that glistened when the mist lifted. Sometimes the wetness in the clouds condensed into tiny drops half mist and half rain, which floated downward rather than fell, making a soft rustling patter among the millions of needles.There was a narrow path beside the stream, which led from a village-little more than a cluster of herdsmen's dwellings - at the foot of the valley to a half-ruined shrine near the glacier at its head, a place where faded silken flags streamed out in the Perpetual winds from the high mountains, and offerings of barley cakes and dried tea were placed by pious villagers. An odd effect of the light, the ice, and the vapor enveloped the head of the valley in perpetual rainbows.”

“the fragrance of pine resin is frankincense poured out—a balm of stars and snow and moonlit nights”

“rush of pine scent (once upon a time),the unlicensed convictionthere ought to be another wayof sayingthis.”

“. .his cell phone didn't work in Three Pines, and neither did email. He almost expected to see messages fluttering back and forth in the sky above the village, unable to descend.”

“To pine for the days before public education became a practical reality is to pine for an America held back by mass ignorance and mass illiteracy.”