Bamboo Quotes

Bamboo Quote of the day

Notice that the stiffest tree is most easily cracked, while the bamboo or willow survives by bending with the wind.

There is one thing sure about life: Life will push us hardly many times! When you are pushed, don't be surprised; stay firm like a plane tree or be elastic like a bamboo!

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

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

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

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.

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.

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

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

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.

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

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.

Give me a Japanese division armed with bamboo spears and I'll wipe out the entire Russian Far Eastern Army.

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

You can't breathe for sheer revulsion when you keep finding the bodies of women with bamboo poles thrust up their vaginas. Even old women over 70 are constantly being raped.

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

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.

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.

Why are we deforesting for pulp and paper when we have a logical and efficient solution in plants like kenaf or bamboo? It doesn't make sense to me at all.

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

When a storm comes, bamboo bends. It doesn't break.

SUMMERthe cattails swayand the bamboodances gently intothe brightness ofa happy day.

My book "Bamboo Walls" is forever because the Djojobojo Prophecy is timeless!