Quotes About Forest

It's a Christmas miracle. I had no tree. Now I have a forest.

Lauschende Wolke über dem Wald. Wie wir sie lieben lernten, seit wir wissen, wie wunderbald sie als weckender Regen prallt an die träumenden Ernten.

Such moments – the first glimmer of dawn sunbeams, lengthening shadows, star-glitter permeating the darkening sky, 'a perilous pagan enchantment haunting the midsummer forest'3 – saturate the music of Arnold Bax, the principal figure in what is sometimes referred to as the Celtic Twilight movement in British music, when the land without music was transformed into a sonorous Neverland.

Pike closed his eyes, and filled his lungs, then pushed with his diaphragm. He breathed deep again. Pranayamic breathing from the hatha yoga. Pike lost himself in a cool forest glade, dappled by sunlight filtered through lime green leaves. When he breathed, he smelled moss and sumac. His pulse slowed. He grew calm. He centered. Pike

Pike slipped behind the wheel of his Jeep, lowered the sun visor, then started the engine. None of the three men looked toward the enormous Do-It-Yourself parking lot across the street. They would have seen nothing if they had. The Jeep was just another tree in a two-hundred-tree forest. Pike

Come, be my love in the wet woods, come, Where the boughs rain when it blows.

You are like a hunter: your knowledge of every detail of the forest and of the ecosystem as a whole will give you many more options for survival and success.

and thrust into the great sea of wheat, yellow, wavy, and murmurous, full of quiet motion and small whisperings. Here he often loved to wander, through the forest of stiff strong stalks that carried their own golden sky away over his head—a

Somewhere with trees," she said. "Yes. Lots of trees.

He never read a book but often thought about God; it was unavoidable, a matter of simplicity and awe. The starry sky, the soughing of the forest, the solitude, the big snow, the majesty of the earth and what was above the earth filled him with a deep devoutness many times a day. He was sinful and godfearing; on Sundays he washed himself in honour of the holy day but worked as usual.

Gladness is intoxicating. I fire my gun and an unforgettable echo answers from crag to crag, floats out over the sea and rings in some sleepless helmsman's ears. What am I glad about? A thought that comes to me, a memory, a sound in the forest, a human being. I think of her—I close my eyes and stand still on the road and think of her, counting the minutes.

I de siste Dager har jeg tænkt og tænkt paa Nordlandssommerens evige Dag. Jeg sitter her og tænker paa den og paa en Hytte som jeg bodde i og paa Skogen bak Hytten og jeg gir mig til at skrive noget ned for at forkorte Tiden og for min Fornøielses Skyld.

Fra min Hytte kunde jeg se et Virvar av Øer og Holmer og Skjær, litt av Sjøen, nogen blaanende Fjældtinder, og bak Hytten laa Skogen, en uhyre Skog. Jeg blev fuld av Glæde og Tak ved Duften av Røtter og Løv, av den fete Os av Furuen, som minder om Lukten av Marv; først i Skogen kom alt indeni mig i Stilhet, min Sjæl blev egal og fuld av Magt.

Vendt mot syd, var til høyre en langbratt mektig ås. Bakom denne blå fjell. Til venstre en naken skrent; mange vannfosser nedover. Skogen var i løvspretten; den sendte god lukt med vinden til alle sider, og minte en om liv i en løvsal.

A king of a kingdom no one fucking knows about! I'm the tree in the forest that silently falls--when no one is around to be crushed! [Lothaire, Enemy of Old]

È molto bello qui" commenta infine togliendosi la pipa di bocca; e poi, indicando i costoni calcarei dell'Untersberg, "Lo vedi quel bosco?" Una pausa. "Da noi sono più grandi, molto più grandi, non finiscono mai. Quando riuscirai a immaginarli, vuol dire che sei già là , in Canada, nelle Rocky Mountains.

There were forty wolves, and forty times a wolf was killed, so that at last they all lay dead in a heap before the Woodman.

There were no fences at all by the roadside now, and the land was rough and untilled. Toward evening they came to a great forest, where the trees grew so big and close together that their branches met over the road of yellow brick. It was almost dark under the trees, for the branches shut out the daylight; but the travelers did not stop, and went on into the forest.

Yet Burzee has its inhabitants—for all this. Nature peopled it in the beginning with Fairies, Knooks, Ryls and Nymphs. As long as the Forest stands it will be a home, a refuge and a playground to these sweet immortals, who revel undisturbed in its depths.

the Lion. They of seem so helpless and frail. But there are none in the forest so bright as these. They now came upon more and more of the big

It was almost dark under the trees, for the branches shut out the daylight; but the travellers did not stop, and went on into the forest.

The shadows drifted near, then dragged away, as if the entire forest were breathing, as if her feet were its heartbeat, as if she were the only thing alive in the world.

my name is Herne. My father is Cernunnos, the Horned One, the Lord of the Forest. He and Morgana sent me. I've come to offer you and your friend jobs and safety, of a sort. My father has agreed that you should join the Wild Hunt. Welcome aboard.

?i tu ai în tine, pesemne, câteva pic?turi de sânge solar, de p?dure. Poate c? tocmai de aceea eu te --