Quotes About Forest

There's a tree," Starflight said, jumping to his feet. "In the forest." "No way," Glory said. "A tree in the forest?

out of the foliage and crashed right into Starflight. Starflight found himself circled by strong brown wings as Clay nearly flung him into the treetops with

No, way. There is a tree? In a forest?

No way," Glory said. "A tree in the forest?

Mightyclaws is working on it now," Hope answered. She nodded at the dragonet crouched over a flat rock in the pavilion, drawing intently on a square piece of paper. Queen Glory sat beside him, her scales all gold and dark purple, watching quietly over his shoulder. Behind her, Deathbringer was eyeing the forest fiercely. Most NightWings had accepted earrings to free themselves from all of Darkstalker's spells, even the ones that gave them extra powers.

Oh my gosh! A TREE? in the FOREST!?

are so honored to have Queen Glacier's nephew in our forest," she said. "I sincerely apologize for the outrageous behavior of my brain-dead bodyguard.

There's a tree," Starflight said, jumping to his feet. "In the forest.

Her black eyes picked up a touch of green from her sweater, transforming them into the eerie night forest color of childhood terrors.

Up and down, up and down I will lead them up and down I am feared in field in town Goblin, lead them up and down

I will go tell him of Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.

Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no.

A baboon in a forest is a matter of legitimate speculation; a baboon in a zoo is an object of public curiosity; but a baboon in your wife's bed is a cause of the gravest concern.

Già splende il bosco nelle Ardenne. Non avvicinarti a me. Sciocca, sciocca, ho praticato il mondo.

at that moment, old Joe Vigil was the only coach in America shivering in a freezing forest at four in the morning, waiting for a glimpse of a community-college science teacher and seven men in dresses.

She padded toward Han, barefoot, like a faerie startled out of a forest bower, bewitching mix of clan and flatland beauty.

We were lost in the deep forest of limbs and muscles on fire, of sweetness and complaint, of choking and anguish, where roots as old as man himself penetrate and are nourished with blood.

Ah, so that must have been her mystery: she had discovered a trail into the forest. Surely that was where she went during her absences. Returning with her eyes filled with gentleness & ignorance, eyes made whole. An ignorance so vast that inside it all the world's wisdom could be contained & lost.

The flames pitched shadows on their faces. In the forest around them, the coos and shrieks of the lizards and bugs were locked in an ancient groove, a groove so old as to be modern, like Hendrix meeting Fela Kuti.

Lá no alto, sobre a cumeada, uma mancha compacta de sobretudos verde-escuros feitos de agulhas. Por baixo, rigorosamente alinhadas, até onde a vista alcança, as pernas de pau dos troncos, que param quando paras, andam quando andas e correm quando corres.

It isn't the story, because it has ended too soon, of how Granny returned the huntsman to the village in her wheelbarrow, and went back to her happy life in the forest as a semi-retired smuggler, with Diamond for company. Nor is it the ridiculous mixed-up tale told by the huntsman of a wolf in bed, and Granny eaten, and Red Riding Hood saved by his own brave self, rushing in with an axe.

She's looking around the forest, as though if she can prove it isn't magic, then nothing else is, either. Which is stupid. All forests are magic.

I thought you were her knight, but you have become only her woodsman--taking little girls into the forest to cut out their hearts.

In this hair, and with this dress, I look pretty. The kind of pretty that allows monsters to deceive people into forests, into dances where they will find their doom.