Quotes About Forest

Io son figlio del Caos; e non allegoricamente, ma in giusta realtà, perché son nato in una nostra campagna, che trovasi presso ad un intricato bosco denominato, in forma dialettale, Càvusu dagli abitanti di Girgenti, corruzione dialettale del genuino e antico vocabolo greco Kaos.

Biologists often talk about the "ecology" of an organism: the tallest oak in the forest is the tallest not just because it grew from the hardiest acorn; it is the tallest also because no other trees blocked its sunlight, the soil around it was deep and rich, no rabbit chewed through its bark as a sapling, and no lumberjack cut it down before it matured.

SCARED TO DEATH In Arizona, a 1000-acre forest of junipers suddenly withered and died. Foresters are unable to explain it, but the Indians say the trees died of fear but they are not in agreement as to what caused the fright.

His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants.

The composition of Shakespeare is a forest, in which oaks extend in the air, interspersed sometimes with weeds and brambles, and sometimes giving shelting to myrtles and to roses; filling the eye with awful pomp, and gratifying the mind with endless diversity.

ABATURE  (A'BATURE)   n.s.[a hunting term.] Those sprigs of grass which are thrown down by a stag in his passing by.Dict.

ANTLER  (A'NTLER)   n.s.[andouillier, Fr.]Properly the first branches of a stag's horns; but, popularly and generally, any of his branches.

AFFORESTATION  (AFFORESTA'TION)   n.s.[from afforest.] The charter de Foresta was to reform the encroachments made in the time of Richard I. and Henry II. who had made new afforestations, and much extended the rigour of the forest laws.Hales'sCommon Law of England.

A great poet must have the ear of a wild Arab listening in the silent desert, the eye of a North American Indian tracing the footsteps of an enemy upon the leaves that strew the forest, the touch of a blind man feeling the face of a darling child.

I'm hungry. Do you have any Cheetos?" "Cheetos?" I screech. "We've somehow been transported from our basement to a forest in the middle of the night, and you're thinking about Cheetos?

spine as she sneaked a look down the forested slope. The Blue Ridge Mountains were sheathed in October's mellow gold, but the leaves were steadily raining down in the breeze as the forest braced for winter's sleep.

have inflicted any number of infections, but it wasn't like she could hobble into the ER and have modern medicine deal with it. In After, there were no insurance plans. She leaned against a tree, its rough bark rubbing her spine as she sneaked a look down the forested slope. The Blue Ridge Mountains were

MEPHISTO. Honor to you, you reverend peak, With your great forests of stout oak, Whose umbrage Luna's brightest light Strives in vain to penetrate! —But in those bushes there I see A spark glowing modestly. How luckily things work out, yes, It's him, it's him, Homunculus! 8080 And where have you been, minikin?

He lived in a huge, ridiculous, doodad-covered, trash-filled two-story horror of a house that stumbled, staggered, and dribbled right up to the edge of a great shadowy forest

The two weary but still talkative wizards sat in a pair of fan-backed chairs and pitched pebbles at the drunken satyr in the fountain. They talked about wars, enchantments, and obscure facts until the sky above the forest began to be fringed with pale blue.

It has nothing to do with rank. Men like them never have power. They're riders. Much later the Americans turned the rider into a cowboy, but he's much older than America. He's the man in folktales who comes to take you away on his horse. Not to his palace; he doesn't have one. He lives in a tent in the forest. He's never learnt to count— If he sells clothes in a street market, I'd have thought he could count! Prices, yes, consequences, no.

Harlan was not a particularly religious man, and had always poured scorn on those whom he termed "God-botherers"—Christian, Jew, or Muslim, he had no time for any of them—but he was, in his way, a deeply spiritual being, worshipping a god whose name was whispered by leaves and praised in birdsong. He had been a warden with the Maine Forest Service for forty years

She was like the full moon when it crouches behind the forest and the branches scribble on its face.

If you are sitting on a felled tree in a pine forest enjoying the sunshine you can easily forget what time it is. Not that you could forget your gold watch, just the time of day.

Tiny bee, thou honey-birdling, Lord of all the forest flowers, Fly away and gather honey, Bring to me the forest-sweetness,

Crafty fox talks about the contest of Wolf Vs Jackal and asks others in the forest whom they support and who they want to select and only asses make the choices .Dog knows it is a way to divide & rule to make animals fool again because Wolf and Jackal are either cousin brothers or brother and sister only.

Crafty fox talks relentlessly lies to make the environment of fear in the forest to cover up or support the cruel acts of wolves and jackals. Only asses believes in his news.

Sensible dog cautions all animals that pandemic is a hoax created by wolf in lion's clothing for personal gains,but duffer donkeys don't believe it. Crafty fox for merely own profit talks about it round the clock thru all channels to disseminate lies and make the environment of fear in the forest full of asses who only and easily accept this rumor. Beast are enjoying feast everyday because of this drama.

When man does not have firm, calm lines on the horizon of his life- mountain and forest lines, as it were- then a man's innermost will becomes agitated, preoccupied, and wistful.