the root of all evil and the roots we place in the ground. some times can be similar. we all plant our selves somewhere, whether it is where we came from or not. we all have roots to our home base that thrive in ourselves.
If humans could see the root of all things, what would they discover?
Would they find answers, to hunger and sickness, to poverty and death?
Or would they find only despair and insanity, pain and suffering?
Or would they discover that both were one and the same?
There was a root at the bottom of the tree, I could see the moss growing all through the bark. It made me contemplate what people thought about when they saw me, if maybe, just maybe, they could see what was going on by my appearance. Like maybe my expression said it all.
a root. a root is that thing that takes something larger than itself and plants it into the ground, the soil – and instigator. roots grow in people, organizations, trees, other plants, and more. unfortunately not all roots are good – although most are beneficial. in people roots can be harmful: planting bad feelings and habits in others. in plants, they bring good health – but i suppose that’s the difference between people and plants.
My life is endless. Trees of life extend from my fingers, blossoming into branches of worth, and curiosity. Roots sprout into the loamy soil, providing me with faith and trust in the ground beneath me. Root for the home team. And root for the underdog. Roots.
I stood there, rooted to the ground, praying desperately that he would say something, anything for God’s sake.
He took a step closer. “I… I love you,” he whispered. My heart froze. His eyes were gleaming, so bright that they almost looked white. “I love you, much more than I ever should. God knows how dangerous this could be,” he smiled faintly.
“I… you… what?” I mumbled, stupidly.
My heart restarted, a million times faster than its usual pace, as he took another step closer and pressed his lips against my own.
Root, like the band, Roots, and the tree and the tea that i drink every day and afternoon and night. I think poison, I think potion, I think chemistry and magic. Root of all things, roots as in history and roots of the hair.
Pearly strands dangle from my rose gums like a crystalline chandelier was torn from each cable and crashed on my flexing tongue, shattering its grandeur everywhere.
root of evil, root of a tree, root of family. The root of a tree and the root of family can be very similar. We all have our roots. Root rhymes with hoot. Hoot is what an owl says. Owls are my favorite animals (:. Owls live in trees, trees have roots!
We all have our roots and I’m not quite sure where mine are. I don’t fit in anywhere. I don’t have any people in my life that I can consider friends. Maybe my criteria for friends is different from other people’s interpretations of friends. I’m still lonely. That’s where my roots are, in loneliness.
Once upon a time, there was a tree, whose roots were not long enough to allow the tree to grow as tall as the other trees. The tree was so upset and depressed, but eventually, the other trees accepted him for his short roots, and learned to love him for who he was, despite how little junk in the trunk he had. The end.
everything comes from something. isn’t it great that when you’ve come to the source of whatever it is that boggles you, a deeper understanding comes from it’s revelation? all of a sudden, life isn’t overwhelming after all.
I am the root of my problems. We all are. We cause everything. The good thing is that in the end we have our roots to keep us grounded. It’s our roots that make us and it’s problems that break us. We are the roots we grow. Help others grow too.
Roots are on trees. Trees bring life and life is to be appreciated. What if life doesn’t go your way? What if life is too hard? Should we give up? Should we push on? After all, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. It may come back and try again, but you’ve kicked it’s ass once, you can do it again. I feel like life is way too short to waste. Forget every fear and take a chance. You’ll regret not doing so. You may regret the outcome, but hey, you did it.
The root of the problem was motivation, and it was dug in deep. For all her plans and plotting, there was simply no easy way around it. Knowing the answer and being able to implement it were two very different things.
The root of what? The root of all evil? If we’re talking about the root of all evil we must be talking about men. Seriously. Look at what men have done in the world…If they didn’t let women fight until recently, that means that it was men shooting other men, men creating war, men causing war, men declaring war, and MEN OPPRESSING WOMEN. Well I don’t need men. I don’t like men. Men are stupid.
The roots on that enourmous tree went all the way down the street, making it look like it had been abandonen for a thousand years, but actually people had gotten used to it, and had actually made it part of their homes.
Power is the root of all evil, unlike the common saying. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Remember, please, that politics is not about power, but about the people–those people who voted for you and put their trust in you.
root. like the roots of a tree. we are all kind of lke trees in a sense. the biggest question is which are more important: roots or branches. I say fuck roots. build up. like carraway said of gatsby, it may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. do not waste your energy on roots. grow branches.
where i came from – those are my roots. the values, the knowledge, the culture and diversity. my roots. like carrots growing in the ground. this. is. terrible. why didnt i think of square roots sooner?
The roots of the tree grew deep. It’s like they had been growing for ages, an intertwining spider web of bark and tendrils that gave life to the tree. Without the roots, the tree would wither and die. It was from these roots that the tree was able to grow strong and tall, and provide life for all earth.
I stood rooted in place as he turned toward me, and looked up at me with such loving eyes, a look of pure happiness as he said, “I love you. And I always will.” He slowly got down on one knee and asked me the 4 words that will ultimately decide my future. “Will you marry me?”
That was the heart of the problem, Jean reflected. Or maybe root was the better word. Heart implied something good, nobly pumping and working at the very center of all things. This was not a noble life giving center. This was a problem born in the mud, shooting pale spidery tendrils into every part of her life.
the root of all things is where you stand; the root of me is your eyelashes in the light and the root of the trees in the night is your shoelace when it comes untied. don’t let me uproot you but let me. just let me love you. the root of all things is where you stand.
“The root of all evil is money” I scoffed at that saying in business school and I still do as the top ranking invester on Wall Street. I make money by consulting others on what to invest and what to sell. And when they win I win. And when they lose I still win.
root. The place you originate, the place we come from, the place that defines a person. Dont forget them. Don’t leave them to be someone your not. They’re also the bases of trees.
The roots in my hair grow out brown. Then I have to make a trip to the store. The box with red is what I put on my head and I wait from there 4 months. After for months, oh my roots they are here! and time comes for the next dye.
I am the root.
weaving through bodies,
clinging to insides,
marking souls.
I fight for the root.
against temptations,
the betrayal of generations;
forgive us.
I bleed for the root.
I am the root.
the root of all evil and the roots we place in the ground. some times can be similar. we all plant our selves somewhere, whether it is where we came from or not. we all have roots to our home base that thrive in ourselves.
If humans could see the root of all things, what would they discover?
Would they find answers, to hunger and sickness, to poverty and death?
Or would they find only despair and insanity, pain and suffering?
Or would they discover that both were one and the same?
There was a root at the bottom of the tree, I could see the moss growing all through the bark. It made me contemplate what people thought about when they saw me, if maybe, just maybe, they could see what was going on by my appearance. Like maybe my expression said it all.
herbs
tea
plants
garden
stem
beginning
source
a root. a root is that thing that takes something larger than itself and plants it into the ground, the soil – and instigator. roots grow in people, organizations, trees, other plants, and more. unfortunately not all roots are good – although most are beneficial. in people roots can be harmful: planting bad feelings and habits in others. in plants, they bring good health – but i suppose that’s the difference between people and plants.
the roots traveled deep into the earth, like mother nature’s veins.
My life is endless. Trees of life extend from my fingers, blossoming into branches of worth, and curiosity. Roots sprout into the loamy soil, providing me with faith and trust in the ground beneath me. Root for the home team. And root for the underdog. Roots.
All plants have roots. Roots can also be where you came from. Where something started, its origin. Everything has roots.
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I stood there, rooted to the ground, praying desperately that he would say something, anything for God’s sake.
He took a step closer. “I… I love you,” he whispered. My heart froze. His eyes were gleaming, so bright that they almost looked white. “I love you, much more than I ever should. God knows how dangerous this could be,” he smiled faintly.
“I… you… what?” I mumbled, stupidly.
My heart restarted, a million times faster than its usual pace, as he took another step closer and pressed his lips against my own.
Root, like the band, Roots, and the tree and the tea that i drink every day and afternoon and night. I think poison, I think potion, I think chemistry and magic. Root of all things, roots as in history and roots of the hair.
Pearly strands dangle from my rose gums like a crystalline chandelier was torn from each cable and crashed on my flexing tongue, shattering its grandeur everywhere.
root of evil, root of a tree, root of family. The root of a tree and the root of family can be very similar. We all have our roots. Root rhymes with hoot. Hoot is what an owl says. Owls are my favorite animals (:. Owls live in trees, trees have roots!
The roots in the trees where no one sees. Hides the secrets away from everyones eyes. Here no one can truly see the truth until they dig it up.
We all have our roots and I’m not quite sure where mine are. I don’t fit in anywhere. I don’t have any people in my life that I can consider friends. Maybe my criteria for friends is different from other people’s interpretations of friends. I’m still lonely. That’s where my roots are, in loneliness.
Once upon a time, there was a tree, whose roots were not long enough to allow the tree to grow as tall as the other trees. The tree was so upset and depressed, but eventually, the other trees accepted him for his short roots, and learned to love him for who he was, despite how little junk in the trunk he had. The end.
Tree and rude and plant. Life and water. Nutrients and strength. The beginning. The bottom. Sex.
everything comes from something. isn’t it great that when you’ve come to the source of whatever it is that boggles you, a deeper understanding comes from it’s revelation? all of a sudden, life isn’t overwhelming after all.
I am the root of my problems. We all are. We cause everything. The good thing is that in the end we have our roots to keep us grounded. It’s our roots that make us and it’s problems that break us. We are the roots we grow. Help others grow too.
in my head roots go deep under . i see the worst of the world even though i am the light that shine and make me see the hell i am in.
Roots are on trees. Trees bring life and life is to be appreciated. What if life doesn’t go your way? What if life is too hard? Should we give up? Should we push on? After all, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. It may come back and try again, but you’ve kicked it’s ass once, you can do it again. I feel like life is way too short to waste. Forget every fear and take a chance. You’ll regret not doing so. You may regret the outcome, but hey, you did it.
The root of the problem was motivation, and it was dug in deep. For all her plans and plotting, there was simply no easy way around it. Knowing the answer and being able to implement it were two very different things.
reminds me of emily. and trees. at first i thot it was robot. Trees are so pretty. i like em a lot…. so ya
The knarled root twisted its way up through the dampened earth, like wrinkle fingers reaching for one last touch.
Were all starts…
The root of what? The root of all evil? If we’re talking about the root of all evil we must be talking about men. Seriously. Look at what men have done in the world…If they didn’t let women fight until recently, that means that it was men shooting other men, men creating war, men causing war, men declaring war, and MEN OPPRESSING WOMEN. Well I don’t need men. I don’t like men. Men are stupid.
The roots on that enourmous tree went all the way down the street, making it look like it had been abandonen for a thousand years, but actually people had gotten used to it, and had actually made it part of their homes.
Power is the root of all evil, unlike the common saying. Power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Remember, please, that politics is not about power, but about the people–those people who voted for you and put their trust in you.
Roots keep trees, plants, and (in a metaphorical way) people grounded to who they truly are.
root. like the roots of a tree. we are all kind of lke trees in a sense. the biggest question is which are more important: roots or branches. I say fuck roots. build up. like carraway said of gatsby, it may be founded on the hard rock or the wet marshes, but after a certain point I don’t care what it’s founded on. do not waste your energy on roots. grow branches.
where i came from – those are my roots. the values, the knowledge, the culture and diversity. my roots. like carrots growing in the ground. this. is. terrible. why didnt i think of square roots sooner?
The roots of the tree grew deep. It’s like they had been growing for ages, an intertwining spider web of bark and tendrils that gave life to the tree. Without the roots, the tree would wither and die. It was from these roots that the tree was able to grow strong and tall, and provide life for all earth.
I stood rooted in place as he turned toward me, and looked up at me with such loving eyes, a look of pure happiness as he said, “I love you. And I always will.” He slowly got down on one knee and asked me the 4 words that will ultimately decide my future. “Will you marry me?”
That was the heart of the problem, Jean reflected. Or maybe root was the better word. Heart implied something good, nobly pumping and working at the very center of all things. This was not a noble life giving center. This was a problem born in the mud, shooting pale spidery tendrils into every part of her life.
the root of all things is where you stand; the root of me is your eyelashes in the light and the root of the trees in the night is your shoelace when it comes untied. don’t let me uproot you but let me. just let me love you. the root of all things is where you stand.
veins
carrying blood
within
outward
“The root of all evil is money” I scoffed at that saying in business school and I still do as the top ranking invester on Wall Street. I make money by consulting others on what to invest and what to sell. And when they win I win. And when they lose I still win.
root. The place you originate, the place we come from, the place that defines a person. Dont forget them. Don’t leave them to be someone your not. They’re also the bases of trees.
The roots in my hair grow out brown. Then I have to make a trip to the store. The box with red is what I put on my head and I wait from there 4 months. After for months, oh my roots they are here! and time comes for the next dye.