Bamboo Quotes

After I came out of surgery – I was in the hospital for five weeks – I found that I gravitated toward very gentle sounds: chant music, solo bamboo flute sounds, a laid-back record of my own called ‘Inside.’ And the music became a very real part of my recovery process.

My alter egos have changed a lot over the years. When I was a child, I was a black horse called Storm. Whinnying and jumping over bamboo poles in the garden took up pretty much my entire childhood.

Just hopped off the plane came back from Vancouv Little white tee sum boobs & bamboo

Sweep the garden, any size, said the roshi. Sweeping, sweeping alone as the garden grows large or small. Any song sung working the garden brings up from sand gravel soil through straw bamboo wood and less tangible elements Power song for the hands Healing song for the senses what can and cannot be perceived of the soul.

Destroy the man of wicked thoughts, Like a bamboo-tree with its fruit.

When my father was posted to Malaysia, we’d take bacon-and-egg sandwiches in our backpacks and go hiking in the jungle or make bamboo rafts to sail down rivers.

Well, it was just, the bars was all just like the bamboo roofs and everything. You know. As I say, to me, it’s completely spoiled all, all these places now. Make them all just tourist traps.

For captive gorillas, trees should be available to climb and material such as straw, branches, or bamboo supplied for nest building.

The torture that they are coming up with in China is so creative. They have this other method where they’ll take a bamboo and they’ll plant it in your anus and just let it grow. So patient. Man, watch out for China, I say. They have all the ambition as we do but none of the heart.

Two tires fly. Two Wail. A bamboo grove, all chopped down From it, warring songs.

All of the Antilles, every island, is an effort of memory: every mind, every racial biography culminating in amnesia and fog. Pieces of sunlight through the fog and sudden rainbows, arcs-en-ciel. That is the effort, the labour of the Antillean imagination, rebuilding its gods from bamboo frames, phrase by phrase.

With women, I’ve got a long bamboo pole with a leather loop on the end. I slip the loop around their necks so they can’t get away or come too close. Like catching snakes.

I wanted to inspire people not to work under a bamboo ceiling. Whatever you are – yellow, black, white, brown – you don’t have to allow your skin to define who you are or how you operate your business. There’s not one face to anything.

To me, relaxing doesn’t mean that we play ding-dong songs and look at a wall of bamboo. It’s just completely unoriginal.

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.

I’ve had a really weird day, some joker threw bamboo in the penguin enclosure. They all vaulted out. It was a nightmare, it took me all morning to get them back in.

From the pine tree, learn of the pine tree; And from the bamboo, of the bamboo

But I was also doing odd jobs around Portland, like spreading gravel and transplanting bamboo trees.

You’d think I was shoving bamboo splinters under your nails. (Alice from Twilight)

Learn about a pine tree from a pine tree, and about a bamboo plant from a bamboo plant.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you’d ever believe at first glance.

If we have a thousand bamboo spears, there’s nothing to worry about a war with the Soviet Union.

Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo’s shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.

Stop cutting on a glass or bamboo cutting board and invest in a nice, handmade hardwood one.

Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. The afternoon glow is brightening the bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of the pines is heard in our kettle. Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.

I calculated that if I live up to the age of 80, then I end up using 450 toothbrushes in my life. All that plastic! So I switched to bamboo toothbrushes years ago.

Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.

I just don’t believe in helping people who are going to torture me. Though I don’t see any bamboo slivers. How can you possibly torture someone without bamboo slivers?

Study the teachings of the pine tree, the bamboo, and the plum blossom. The pine is evergreen, firmly rooted, and venerable. The bamboo is strong, resilient, unbreakable. The plum blossom is hardy, fragrant, and elegant.

I stopped using plastic cooking spoons years ago and love my bamboo spoons and spatulas by Bambuhome.

We urgently need more trees, but we appear to believe that the only means of restoring them is planting. We have a national obsession with tree planting, which is in danger of becoming as tokenistic as bamboo toothbrushes and cotton tote bags.

We have to initiate a bio-shield movement along the coastal areas by raising mangrove forests, plantations of casuarina, salicornia, laucaena, atriplex, palms, bamboo and other tree species and halophytes – all that can grow near the sea.

A garden is to be enjoyed, and should satisfy the mind and not only the eye of the beholder. Sounds such as the rustle of bamboo and the dripping of water, scents and sensations such as grass or gravel or stone underfoot, appeal to the emotions and play a part in the total impression.