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― শাহাদুজ্জামা��/ Shahaduzzaman, কয়েকট�� বিহ্বল গল্প

“As long as there is life, there is a potential; and as long as there is a potential, there will be a success! You will sprout again when cut down! You will rise again even when you fall!”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“If you desire the path of sincerity, develop a love for obscurity. Flee from the clatter and clinks of fame. Be like the roots of a tree; it keeps the tree upright and gives it life, but it itself is hidden underneath the earth and eyes cannot see it.”
― Abdullah ibn al-Mubarak

“What is it?��
“A prayer.��
“For a child?��
She nodded.
“For me?��
Another nod.
“On a tree?��
“Trees spend all day looking up at God.”
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day

“If a tree falls in the woods when no one is there, does it still make a noise? If a girl dies in the woods when no one is there, does anyone care? If no one knows I am here, do I even exist?”
― Lisa Jahn-Clough, Nothing But Blue

“Pa Larkspur?"

She smiled. "Don't be so chauvinistic. He's the best cook in the county. His baskets bring in more money than any others at the picnic auctions."

"Jesus. Baskets? Picnic? Just how country is the Nest?"

"Very." His horrified expression made her laugh. "Clay, you live in a tree. I don't think you should throw stones.”
― Nalini Singh, Mine to Possess

“The unknown grayish mystifying forest was benumbed into frost-covered cold, and the tremendous pines towering above the dark marshy soil resembled a gathering of severe mute brothers from a forbidden ancient order worshiping forgotten gods no one had ever heard of outside of the world of secret occult visions.”
― Simona Panova, Nightmarish Sacrifice

“When she had arranged her household affairs, she came to the library and bade me follow her. Then, with the mirror still swinging against her knees, she led me through the garden and the wilderness down to a misty wood. It being autumn, the trees were tinted gloriously in dusky bars of colouring. The rowan, with his amber leaves and scarlet berries, stood before the brown black-spotted sycamore; the silver beech flaunted his golden coins against my poverty; firs, green and fawn-hued, slumbered in hazy gossamer. No bird carolled, although the sun was hot. Marina noted the absence of sound, and without prelude of any kind began to sing from the ballad of the Witch Mother: about the nine enchanted knots, and the trouble-comb in the lady's knotted hair, and the master-kid that ran beneath her couch. Every drop of my blood froze in dread, for whilst she sang her face took on the majesty of one who traffics with infernal powers. As the shade of the trees fell over her, and we passed intermittently out of the light, I saw that her eyes glittered like rings of sapphires.

("The Basilisk")”
― R. Murray Gilchrist, Terror by Gaslight: More Victorian Tales of Terror

“Victory, is like a boxer that hangs his gloves, after the consecutive losses; sometimes walking away is what builds character, than the actual fight. As humble fruit on a tree that falls to the ground and rots, never finding appreciation in the taste of mouths.”
― Anthony Liccione

“The Hurricane

The tree lay down
on the garage roof
and stretched, You
have your heaven,
it said, go to it.”
― William Carlos Williams, The Collected Poems, Vol. 2: 1939-1962

“There is no such thing as a special category of science called applied science; there is science and its applications, which are related to one another as the fruit is related to the tree that has borne it.”
― Louis Pasteur, Correspondence of Pasteur and Thuillier concerning anthrax and swine fever vaccinations

“With great abilities come great responsibilities; great power comes with great assignments.

With great age comes great reasoning; great actions come great experience.

With great battles come great victories; great trees come with great tap roots.

However, if a little faith can move great mountains, what then will a great faith do? Mysterious things... I guess”
― Israelmore Ayivor

“I remember sitting and meditating beside a slow flowing river in India, and I got the feeling that this river could teach me all the secrets of the mystery of life. If we learn to surrender to a stone, a flower, to a man, to a woman, or a river, it becomes a door to the Whole.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten

“Meditation expands our inner being. The inner being is like a small, individual river flowering towards the Ocean.
In meditation, I feel how my inner being expands into an inner ocean, which is part of everything, which is one with Existence.
Through the inner being, we come in contact with the inner ocean, the undefined and boundless within ourselves, where we are one with life. We realize that God is part of life. We realize that God is not a person, but the consciousness that is part of everything. We find God in a flower, in a tree, in the eyes of a child or in a playful dog.
Through discovering our inner being, we discover that we are also part of the flower, the child or the dog. We realize that God is everywhere.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten, Presence - Working from Within. The Psychology of Being

“If a tree is bent, every goat will jump on it.”
― Eva Stachniak, The Winter Palace

“It was English, and the wych-elm that she saw from the window was an English tree. No report had prepared her for its peculiar glory. It was neither warrior, nor lover, nor god; in none of these roles do the English excel. It was a comrade, bending over the house, strength and adventure in its roots, but in its utmost fingers tenderness, and the girth, that a dozen men could not have spanned, became in the end evanescent, till pale bud clusters seemed to float in the air.”
― E.M. Forster, Howards End

“I feel safer when you're here. You're so big and sturdy, like a beautiful tree I can lean on and not knock over.”
― Karen Cushman, Rodzina

“trees [-]
Inside their wooden samurai armor they are geisha beauties, each one a ‘person-of-the-arts,�� limbs dancing, arranging flowers, carrying the wind’s music, the calligraphy of their roots pure poetry, rhyming earth and berth.”
― A. A. Attanasio

“By now, at the end of a sloping alley, we had reached the shores of a vast marsh. Some unknown quality in the sparkling water had stained its whole bed a bright yellow. Green leaves, of such a sour brightness as almost poisoned to behold, floated on the surface of the rush-girdled pools. Weeds like tempting veils of mossy velvet grew beneath in vivid contrast with the soil. Alders and willows hung over the margin. From where we stood a half-submerged path of rough stones, threaded by deep swift channels, crossed to the very centre.

("The Basilisk")”
― R. Murray Gilchrist, Terror by Gaslight: More Victorian Tales of Terror

“Our neighbour's tree is our tree; our tree is our neighbour's tree!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Come with me to howling tree?"
"What?"
"Howling tree. It's a place a found. Come on”
― Debbie Moon

“- Като дете изпитвах същото по клоните на големите дървета. Да стоиш прилепен до един ствол, толкова древен, че и най-древната човешка памет бледнее пред него, ти внушава същото чувство за място в света.”
― Raymond E. Feist, Magician: Master

“The enemy of a tree is not only the enemy of humanity, but also the enemy of all the living beings!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Try as a meditation, to be with a stone, a flower or a tree, and you will find that they have consciousness. If you become friend with a tree, you will find that the tree will welcome you as a friend. The tree will be happy to see you.”
― Swami Dhyan Giten

“A lonely tree in the desert shares the same fate with the wise man amongst the ignorant!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Treat every tree very good as if it is the last tree on earth!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“There was a stirring among the watching women. One came forward holding a chalice that was like thin leaves turned to green crystal. She paused beside the trunk of one of the spectral trees, reached up and drew down to her a branch. A slim girl with half-frightened, half-resentful eyes glided to, her side and threw her arms around the ghostly bole. The woman with the chalice bent the branch and cut it deep with what seemed an arrow-shaped flake of jade. From the wound a faintly opalescent liquid slowly filled the cup. When it was filled the woman beside McKay stepped forward and pressed her own long hands around the bleeding branch. She stepped away and McKay saw that the stream had ceased to flow. She touched the trembling girl and unclasped her arms.

"The Women Of The Woods”
― A. Merritt, Masters of Horror

“Again burst out that chant McKay had heard as he had floated through the mists upon the lake. Now, as then, despite his opened ears, he could distinguish no words, but clearly he understood its mingled themes - the joy of Spring's awakening, rebirth, with the green life streaming singing up through every bough, swelling the buds, burgeoning with tender leaves the branches; the dance of the trees in the scented winds of Spring; the drums of the jubilant rain on leafy hoods; passion of Summer sun pouring its golden flood down upon the trees; the moon passing with stately step and slow and green hands stretching up to her and drawing from her breast milk of silver fire; riot of wild gay winds with their mad pipings and strummings; - soft interlacing of boughs, the kiss of amorous leaves - all these and more, much more that McKay could not understand for it dealt with hidden, secret things for which man has no images.

("The Women Of The Woods")”
― A. Merritt, Masters of Horror

“Windisch hears a leaf on the stones in the hallway. It's scratching on the stones. The wall is long and white. Windisch closes his eyes. He feels the wall growing on his face. The lime burns his forehead. A stone in the lime opens its mouth. The apple tree trembles. Its leaves are ears. They listen. The apple tree drenches its green apples.”
― Herta Müller, The Passport

“Before the war an apple tree had stood behind the church. It was an apple tree that ate its own apples.”
― Herta Müller, The Passport