Quotes About Woods

Like a bird, like a squirrel, you longed for the woods. How you must have envied me! Ah my sister, you will leave for a distant place before the day ends, are you truly going alone? Ask me to come with you.

I drank the silence of God from a spring in the woods.

Hugh got up. Would love to stay and play doctor, love, but duty calls. He headed for the door. Play doctor? Jackass. Harpy. Thank you for saving me in the woods, she said to his back. And for healing Alex. You're welcome. I'll see you downstairs in ten minutes. A moment later Rook slipped into her room and held out his writing pad. Hugh needed help? No, Elara said. He was terrifying.

I moved at age 22 to Montana to be able to walk in really wild woods, where the chances of being killed by a bear or mountain lion are not zero.

As we trudge back through the woods, we reach a boulder, and both Gale and I turn our heads in the same direction, like a pair of dogs catching a scent on the wind. Cressida notices and asks what lies that way. We admit, without acknowledging each other, it's our old hunting rendez-vous place. She wants to see it, even after we tell her it's nothing really. Nothing but a place where I was happy, I think.

Here began countless days of hunting and snaring, fishing and gathering, roaming together through the woods, unloading our thoughts while we filled our game bags. This was the doorway to both sustenance and sanity. And we were each other's key.

My choices are simple. I can die like quarry in the woods or I can die here beside Gale. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay right here and cause all kinds of trouble.

The woods always look different at night...as if the daytime trees and flowers and stones had gone to bed and sent slightly more ominous versions of themselves to take their places.

In the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. Gale. I can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, my pace quickening as I climb the hills

I swear, now that my family and Gale's are out of harm's way, I could run away. Except for one unfinished piece of business. Peeta. If I knew for sure that he was dead, I could just disappear into the woods and never look back. But until I do, I'm stuck.

If I get home, I'll be so stinking rich, I'll be able to pay someone to do my hearing. The woods always look different at night.

The next morning, September 26, two members of the resistance network picked him up in a truck. They drove toward neutral Sweden, a hundred miles away. An hour's hike from the border, they got out and set off on foot through the woods.

Ask her what she craved and she'd get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.

A culture," the poet W. H. Auden observed, "is no better than its woods.

You must converse much with the field and the woods if you would imbibe such health into your mind and spirit as you covet for your body

Would you complain because a beautiful sunset doesn't have a future or a shooting star a payoff? And why should romance 'lead anywhere'? Passion isn't a path through the woods. Passion is the woods.

The sisters were stuck in approximately chapter nine of the book of their lives. It was the chapter in which they discover themselves lost in the woods, and it's dusk, and they can either turn back and retrace their steps or keep walking. And everyone except them knows that they should turn back. So they keep walking.

That's it," Sin said, taunting the animal. He wrapped the kirtle around the swatter to make a banner of sorts that would entice the beast. "Run after the idiot who has no sword." He waved the banner before the bull, which now stood still as it watched the motion Sin made. It stamped twice, put it's head down and charged. Sin spun about and ran for the woods as fast as he could. -Sin & the bull

home was not just a cabin in a deep woods that overlooked a placid cove. Home was a state of mind, the peace that came from being who you were and living an honest life.

If you go down to the woods today, You're sure of a big surprise. If you go down to the woods today, You'd better go in disguise. For every bear that ever there was Will gather there for certain because Today's the day the teddy bears have their picnic.

Costa stepped out of the Jeep, smiling as if attending an exhibition where he was the featured artist. Elwood Mills handcuffed himself to the murder suspect so that Costa would not try to make an escape in the dense woods.

Why does a bear shit in the woods? he demanded. Because it is his nature. Lying comes as easily as breathing to a man like Littlefinger. You ought to know that, you of all people.

These woods are as empty as you think, he had said. You cannot know what the light might summon from the darkness.

We should start back," Gared urged as the woods began to grow dark around them. "The wildlings are dead." "Do the dead frighten you?" Ser Waymar Royce asked with just the hint of a smile.