Quotes About Forest

He was Caradorean, son of a conquered race. He was little more than a slave. Not like Val. Val had surrendered himself entirely to Magravandias, in body and soul. Now he was no longer the boy with whom Khaster had explored the forests above Norgance. Now he was the Dragon Lord, part of the emperor's inner circle, where Khaster would never be invited.

Ays liked the forest, although it also made him feel edgy. It was so vast, the light in it so thick, like green wine. It seemed to breathe, to watch him.

The forest is like a vast brain full of little brain cells, and in each cell is a thought. The thoughts are witches, sorcerers and mystics. It is an odd community, and it took me a while to get used to it myself.

He felt that once the dark of the forest closed over them, they would never see clear sunlight again. Yet it was the kind of fear that excited him, made him want to dare its shadows.

superstition is remarkably powerful. The word 'shaman' itself is a creation of the Evenks, the native Siberians who live in the forests.

I am as frustrated with society as a pyromaniac in a petrified forest.

It couldn't interest me less, the idea of putting a living room on stage. I just think, what's the point of walking into a theater to see a living room? A sofa in a forest? Now you're talking.

Forest nations willing to do more than their fair share to solve the climate crisis should be rewarded through results-based payments.

Love is a forest fire ignited by a firefly

Conversations flowed like the waters of a water-fall! And every time they met their conversations sparked flames like the forest caught in a wild fire!

The Wood knew I was here: even now its creatures were moving towards me, stealthy padding feet through the forest, walkers and wolves and worse things still. I suddenly was sure that there were things that never left the Wood at all, things so dreadful no one had ever seen them. And they were coming.

I was running wild through the forest of magic, pushing brambles out of my way, heedless of scratches and dirt, paying no attention where I was going.

Onderweg was het Woud van me weg geweken, alsof het bang was dat ik de spreuk anders weer zou opzeggen. Fulmia.

When the three girls stepped outside, Nancy took a deep breath of air. She loved the earthy smell of the forests surrounding the lake resort, particularly the scent of the tall pines. "What a day!" she exclaimed. Only a few fleecy white clouds broke the clear blue sky.

Forest, I fear you! In my ruined heart your roaring wakens the same agony as in cathedrals when the organ moans and from the depths I hear that I am damned.

Bosque, monte alto, tala.

sight of Clarice Starling running through the falling leaves on the forest path was well established now in the memory palace of his mind. It is a source of pleasure

Al decir que la piedad se esconde en la misma linde del bosque, me refería a la bestia indulgente con garras y fauces feroces y ensangrentadas.

Those who love their own noise are impatient of everything else. They constantly defile the silence of the forests and the mountains and the sea. They bore through silent nature in every direction with their machines, for fear that the calm world might accuse them of their own emptiness.

Consider," replies the Geomancer, "— Adam and Eve ate fruit from a Tree, and were enlighten'd. The Buddha sat beneath a Tree, and he was enlighten'd. Newton, also sitting beneath a Tree, was hit by a falling Apple,— and he was enlighten'd. A quick overview would suggest that Trees produce Enlightenment. Trees are not the Problem. The Forest is not an Agent of Darkness. But it may be your Visto is.

Whenever there is a breeze in the old forest, you might, for a moment, realize that the trees are singing. There, on the wind, are the voices of sugarberry and juniper and maple...

Maybe the forest is a prayer tonight, bent under the weight of all that winter, the whole world on its knees. Or maybe the prayer is the hush. Could I pray this way, letting the night settle onto my thoughts like snow on my shoulders, that gently? Hush. My snowshoes shuffle through the drifts. Hush: one snowshoe, then another. There is no other sound.

Books were the one way Clara could wander, so she was more than happy to spend her morning with the Black Knight and legendary outlaws of the forest.

Snow White: You're still lost in the forest, but lonely, lost girls like us can be rescued. You are standing on the edge of greatness. Virginia: I'm not. I'm useless. I'm a nobody. Snow White: You will one day be like me, a great advisor to other lost girls. Now stand up.