Quotes About Forest

Do you know we have more acreage of forest land in the United States today than we did at the time the Constitution was written?

They said they would rather be outlaws a year in Sherwood Forest than President of the United States forever.

He invited his people toward his own glorious heart, beckoning them with his finest, ugliest words, handpicked from his forests. And the people came. They were all placed on a conveyor belt and run through a rampant machine that gave them a lifetime in ten minutes. Words were fed into them. Time disappeared and they now Knew everything they needed to know. They were hypnotized.

nas fronteiras, a resistência finlandesa era impressionante. Pequenas unidades militares conseguiam deslocar-se rapidamente em bicicletas ou esquis pelos estreitos caminhos florestais. Os defensores lançavam garrafas cheias de gasolina, com um trapo incendiado no gargalo, dentro dos tanques soviéticos: essa bomba incendiária tão simples, mas com efeito tão eficazmente devastador, em breve recebeu o nome de "coquetel Molotov Ã¢â'¬Â.

Are not the forest fringes wet with tears? Is not the voice of all regret Breaking out of the dark earth's heart? She too, she too, has loved and lost; and though She turned last night in disdain Away from the sunset-embers, From her soul she can never depart; She can never depart from her pain. Vainly she strives to forget; Beautiful in her woe, She awakes in the dawn and remembers.

I use the word love loosely, and only because my vocabulary is unequal to the task of describing the precise nature of that maze, that forest of feelings

I soon learned that Dandakaranya, the forest I was about to enter, was full of people who had many names and fluid identities. It was like balm to me, that idea. How lovely not to be stuck with yourself, to become someone else for a while.

Outside, the trees do their witchy dance.

My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . . My forest . . . This earth of mine . . .

Agnes could read the history of this place, this hilltop. The first settlers here must have made a start clearing fields for their crops or livestock, even put up these grand houses. Then, after no tile at all, they had evidently given up and wondered off to do – well, whatever it was most people did around here to make a living these days. And now here was the forest already taking back the land, or trying to.

All the condylarths were doomed to extinction ten million years before the age of mankind. But for now they were in their pomp, top predators of the world forest.

If a tree falls in the forest and no one hears it, I hope it lands on a philosophy professor.

It's the pool where we all go down to drink, to swim, to catch a little fish from the edge of the shore; it's also the pool where some hardy souls go out in their flimsy wooden boats after the big ones. It is the pool of life, the cup of imagination, and she has an idea that different people see different versions of it, but with two things ever in common: it's always about a mile deep in the Fairy Forest, and it's always sad. Because imagination isn't the only thing this place is about.

A great whispering noise began to rise in the woods on either side of the tracks, as if the forest had just noticed we were there and was commenting on it.

Freckles of blue sky sparked through the green-black of old growth.

Voltando le spalle al pilota e alla muta scatenata, mi misi a singhiozzare: le lacrime mi si gelavano sul viso, piangevo per la mia infanzia, per quel tempo in cui la neve era un piacere senza fine, in cui una città era uno spazio meraviglioso per vivere e una foresta non era ancora un posto comodo per uccidere la gente.

but it was death that changed. People are still people. Some good, some bad. Death changed, and we don't know what death really means anymore. Maybe that was the point. Maybe this is an object lesson about the arrogance of our assumptions. Hard to say. But the world? She didn't change. She healed. We stopped hurting her and she began to heal. You can see it all around. The whole world is a forest now. The air is fresher. More trees, more oxygen.

Not a squalid den of demons and indecency at the back of a beautiful great house, the mind is a vast and ancient wood, the density of its canopy allowing sunlight only now and then to reach through and touch the spiders and mushrooms in the leaf mould of the forest floor. This is who we are.

La ciudad, lo mismo que el bosque, no tiene espíritu. Ese es un invento de los poetas, una prosopopeya voluntaria que venimos repitiendo desde hace más de veinte siglos y que se ha convertido en una verdad de primer orden. (148)

Sometimes it takes a large-scale wildfire to help renew the ecosystem of an old-growth forest and allow it to thrive afresh.

Bluestar blinked. "There are cats who would argue that there should never have been a fifth Clan in the forest at all. Why are there four oaks at Fourtrees, if not to stand for the four Clans?" Firestar gazed up at the massive oak trees, then back at Bluestar. Fury pure as a lighting flash rushed through his body. "Are you mouse-brained?" he snarled. "Are you telling me SkyClan had to leave because there weren't enough trees?

Tallstar stiffened and his neck fur bristled. 'Windclan was driven from the forest once,' he hissed. 'Never again. Our territory is ours, and we'll fight for it. Is Thunderclan with us?

You see, Firestar? I am even more powerful than Starclan, for I have changed the clans in the forest from four to two..."-The Darkest Hour, Page 227

StarClan may go where they please, they have betrayed SkyClan. From this day on, I will have nothing more to do with our warrior ancestors. StarClan allowed the Twolegs to destroy our home. They look down on us now, and let the moon go on shining while you drive us out. They said there would always be five Clans in the forest, but they lied. SkyClan will never look to the stars again.