Tag: vegetation

Would they be cursing, pleading, bemoaning their fate?
The planets are converging.
In this company, we back each other up.
He’ll have a choice.
Is he a bad influence? They infer that he is.
Nothing to see here, folks, move along.
What clever thing have you done?
He didn’t see clearly where he was going, but he had to trust that he was going somewhere.
Shapes in clouds, faces in the leaves. They made him feel less lonely.
And what will we find here? Favorite vegetables?
There is no hierarchy here. There never is in art. There is just expression.
And the day isn’t over yet.
What are you all doing still standing here? Why aren’t you in your lines?
You don’t want to be left behind.
I didn’t mean to be cross.
Gone Fishin’
Would you desert a pal at a time like this?
I’m speaking of the past.
What on earth am I to do?
In a way, I couldn’t help sympathizing with the fellow.
This is my only chance to collect a past, and I’m going to do it.
Use your imagination.
The silence stretches.
Don’t worry about a thing.
You haven’t been here long, huh?
Nobody else is around.
There can’t be a patch of earth that has not had someone’s boot put upon it.
She has always imagined herself being weightless.
But I do like the countryside. I like the space and the quiet.
One thing about civilisation, it keeps people warm.
But where are you sending me now?
Sometimes, very rarely, good things come out of bad things.
When the trees fall away, the sky is enormous.
I almost wish we were going to the sea.
He could never have predicted his morning would end up like this.
The other will follow; how can it resist?
Neither says a word; they are no longer friends.
The world appears to me to be shrinking.
Her sense of time has become unmoored.
Everyone is embarked on their own adventure.
Think about it. I know I’m right.
It must be well beyond midnight.
I do hope it’s amusing.
That does rather strike me as an admission of defeat.
You never know what people are like after dark.
The movement of bodies is as stately as a waltz.
She hears nothing but birdsong, acorns dropping and the wind in the leaves.
I think I like it better that way.
Sometimes you can reach him and sometimes you can’t.
That’s the nature of nature.