Quotes About Woods

And elsewhere in the woods, there is another party, one taking place inside a hollow hill, full of night-blooming flowers. There, a pale boy plays a fiddle with newly mended fingers while his sister dances with his best friend. There, a monster whirls about, branches waving in time with the music, There, a prince of the Folk takes up the mantle of king, embracing a changeling like a bother, and, with a human boy at his side, names a girl his champion.

Down a path worn into the woods, past a stream and a hollowed-out log full of pill bugs and termites, was a glass coffin. It rested right on the ground, and in it slept a boy with horns on his head and ears as pointed as knives.

I think I prefer Locke and his friends chasing me around the woods to you stabbing me in the back. Again

The ferns are silvery in the moonlight, the woods full of shifting shadows.

Only to see Oak, the heir to Elfhame, standing in a clearing. All my memories of him were of a merry young boy. But he'd become tall and rawboned, in the manner of children who have grown suddenly and too fast. When he moved, it was with coltish uncertainty, as though not used to his body. He would be thirteen. And he had no reason to be in my woods.

Given what we saw yesterday, I must admit you were right to suggest we circle around this stretch of woods," Oak says, staring into the trees and frowning. Tiernan gives a half smile. "I congratulate you on this wise decision.

I just keep making the same mistake," she said. "I go to a party and I kiss some guy who I would never think of kissing at school. Guys I don't even really like. It's as though out here, in the woods, they're going to reveal some secret side of themselves. But they're always just the same.

Where should I tell your father he can find you, should he ask?' ... 'Tell him that I am busy using the woods for a chamber pot.

I want that freedom to move around outdoors, to do so without always feeling watched, threatened, restricted, or accountable to someone. To not be a babe—innocent or lusty. To just be in the woods.

The birch trees loom ahead like a brotherhood of ghosts.

now would be great exercise." But Kennie wasn't listening. She ping-ponged over to the sectional couch with the rust-colored, cabin-in-the-woods pattern, where she fell face down into the nappy cloth. She twitched and wriggled

I do a bunch of cosplay stuff with a guy by the name of Michael Mosley. He's fantastic. We always go to an event called DragonCon together every September.

Use what talents you possess: the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang the best.

look up and see the sky turn from deep blue to velvet black. One by one, more stars came out. Two by two, the eyes of weasel-wolves began to shine in the dark woods. "Okay," said Wilbur. "Now that is creepy." "Qwerrrkkk . . ." said Hyacinth, which was Quail for "I don't like this! This is bad!" Then she yawned.

I would say a few words in your ear. A doubtful man has little faith. Live a long time and it gets dark, and suddenly you know you don't know yourself. But I'd say them even so. Since my eyes repeat what they take in: your beauty, your name, the river's sound, the woods, the soul on its own.

But like so many things in Japan, behind the façade lay another view. So it was only after I had hiked into the woods far from the bridge that I found a fluttering world of persimmon, ocher, scarlet, and cabernet secreted away in a mossy garden of curving stone paths. When it began to rain, the colors deepened and the leaves, shaped like a baby's hands, spiraled down onto the plush green carpet and sleek dark rocks.

Silly of me not to have realized it. One often finds Greek temples lurking in the woods of English estates. Sneaky things, temples.

Being in nature is inspiring. I grew up in rural Pennsylvania and spent countless hours of my youth wandering the woods in awe of the beauty that exists all around us.

Let's go into the woods and take some pictures, you said. I found this old camera. Let go! you screamed. Let go of me! You have to let go, the counselor told me. Let go of what you're holding inside. I can touch the picture but it's not your face. I can touch the screen but it's not your face. Let go.

That's not what it means, you told me. And anyway don't you feel naked now? You fell quiet, gestured for me to listen. The sound of the woods, the feel of the air. ... The sky, so present. And you, watching me take it all in. Naked to the world, the world naked to us.

The quiet, even the danger, of the woods provided my rather lonely spirit with a sense of belonging that did not depend on human relationships.

You'll get wet," Daisy protested, glancing at his shirtsleeves and waistcoat. He began to laugh. "I'm not made of sugar." "Neither am I." "Yes you are," he murmured, making her blush. He smiled at the sight of her face peeking out from the folds of her coat, like a little owl in the woods.

Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll.

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy, And the dimpling stream runs laughing by; When the air does laugh with our merry wit, And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.