Quotes About Forest

A modern arboretum brings us that ancient forest and, with it, a changed apprehension of time, a renewed appreciation of the elegance of natural form and a renewed sense of wonder at the variety of the world we inhabit.

The Pygmies rely on the forest for their very life. They know everything about finding and using plants, animal behavior, and forest survival. Working with these wonderful people has been incredibly valuable.

It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.

If the weather is good I go into the nearby wood - there I am painting a small beech forest (in the sun) with a few conifers mixed in. This takes until 8 'o clock.

I love fire. As a child I loved setting light to things. I'd always be in the forest putting matches to pieces of wood. I've always regarded fire as my friend.

A forest - the word dates back to the Norman occupancy, when it meant an area set aside for England's violent new masters to hunt boar and deer - is necessarily larger than a wood. It belonged to the king and was a fit place for his recreation.

In America the most widespread type of forest is the evergreen coniferous woodland of the north.

I grew up with the smell of the lake and the feeling of the woods.

I can be a woodsman if need be. I grew up very close to some forest, and I spent a lot of my formative years up and down trees, fooling around in the woods. I'm no stranger to that sort of landscape.

Woods are rich with biodiversity and, above all, places of trees and light that spangles a thousand greens through the leaves.

The woods were a boon; all too often, the forest offered danger and mystery. Yet it could be liberating. If you entered that wild place on its own terms, you might be accorded wisdom.

Though the redwoods in Muir Woods are hauntingly beautiful trees, they are relatively small and not very tall, at least for redwoods.

To me, a forest is just a bunch of trees, but lakes and rivers are alive. Water is to the land what blood is to the land.

step out of the forest and onto a road, stepping into Technicolor. Even Ruth laughs. What's a road doing in a place so lost? We kick the dirt of it for a moment, testing its material. "You know where this leads eventually?" I ask her. She raises her brow, and I'm about to say a McDonald's equipped with free Wi-Fi, but that seems mean. I look back into the forest. We both do, but the path we walked is already gone forever.

What's a lingonberry?" "It's a fruit that grows in the forest, in Sweden. You've probably had lingonberry jam at your grandmother's house. We always had it when I was growing up; like other kids had grape jam, we had lingonberry. Your grandmother always used to say lingonberry jam is like Swedish summer in a jar. The Swedes love their lingonberries. It's not so sweet, sort of like cranberry sauce.

JARAK dan Adam turun di hutan-hutan mengabur dalam dongengan dan kita tiba-tiba di sini tengadah ke langit; kosong sepi

Naelin loved the forest, all the layers and shades of green, so many shades that there weren't words to describe them all - a spectrum of green, from the hopeful green of new leaves to the contemplative moss green on the forest floor, so dark it was nearly black.

Now is the time of the illuminated woods ... when every leaf glows like a tiny lamp.

Went looking for faith on the forest floor, and it showed up everywhere. In the sun, and the water, and the falling leaves, the falling leaves of time.

in 1068, it would have already been impossible for Hansel and Gretel to walk more than four miles through any English wood without bursting back out into open fields. The landscape of fairy tales is symbolic: The forest is where you are when your surroundings are not mastered.

The hostess extended her swanlike neck and opened her mouth to the fullest. Aaaahhhaaaahhhhheeeeaaaahhhh! Somewhere in the depths of the pine forest an identical sound reverberated. An echo! exclaimed Frannie. No, smiled Helena. Sybil Manigault. She's into nature.

Don't you know that you can skin the bear in the forest, but you can't sell its hide there?

The daylight had dawned upon the glades of the oak forest. The green boughs glittered with all their pearls of dew.

Having photographed the landscape for a number of years and specifically working with trees and in the forest I found, without consciously thinking about it, that it was a great learning experience for me in terms of organizing elements.