Quotes About Woods

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

The spirit of the woods is like an old good friend, makes me feel warm and good inside. I knew his name and it was good to see him again, cause in the wind he's still alive.

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter 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

Many demons are in woods, in waters, in wildernesses, and in dark poolly places ready to hurt...people.

They seemed to come suddenly upon happiness as if they had surprised a butterfly in the winter woods.

'Tis true among fields and woods I sing, Aloof from cities--that my poor strains Were born, like the simple flowers you bring, In English meadows and English lanes.

Why from the plain truth should I shrink? In woods men feel; in towns they think. Yet, which is best? Thought, stumbling, plods Past fallen temples, vanished gods, Altars unincensed, fanes undecked, Eternal systems flown or wrecked; Through trackless centuries that grant To the poor trudge refreshment scant, Age after age, pants on to find A melting mirage of the mind. But feeling never wanders far, Content to fare with things that are.

Being a fugitive living in the woods at the time, I had to write before it got dark. Now darkness was approaching again, only more insidiously.

Use what talents you have; the woods would have little music if no birds sang their song except those who sang best.

The greatest delight which the fields and woods minister, is the suggestion of an occult relation between man and the vegetable. I am not alone and unacknowledged. They nod to me, and I to them. The waving of the boughs in the storm, is new to me and old. It takes me by surprise, and yet is not unknown. Its effect is like that of a higher thought or a better emotion coming over me, when I deemed I was thinking justly or doing right. —RALPH WALDO EMERSON

Some people say with the wolf kept out, our country lost its wildness. There was room for plant eaters but the woods are not the same as they were. The shadows of the forest are different, the wind is different.

I wondered why, after such a great loss, they ever let us out of their sight. Later I realized that it was their way of fighting that loss, sitting there in the darkness and feeling, vicariously, our hearts running through the night, and through the woods-a way of speaking to the sorrow, and to Mother, too-a way of saying that all had not been for naught, that her children's lives and joy would be irrepressible, because they had come out of her.

But Annabeth just smiled and put us in jail. As she was heading back to the front line, she turned and winked. See you at the fireworks? She didn't even wait for my answer before darting off into the woods. I looked at Beckendorf. Did she just...ask me out? He shrugged, completely disgusted. Who knows with girls? Give me a haywire dragon, any day. So we sat together and waited while the girls won the game.

Silena appeared out of the woods, her sword drawn. Her Aphrodite armour was pink and red, colour coordinated to match her clothes and makeup. She looked like Guerilla Warfare Barbie.

Oh, geyser, my geyser, Let us spew then, you and I, Upon this midnight dreary, while we ponder Whose woods are these? For we have not gone gentle into this good night, But have wandered lonely as clouds. We seek to know for whom the bell tolls, So I hope, springs eternal, That the time has come to talk of many things!

So let me get this straight, he said. After everything that's happened on this campus-the murder, the stalking, the kidnapping-you want to go up into the woods-by yourself, in the middle of the night, based on something a ghost in a dream told you-and dig a hole? Well when he put it that way...

From the glass-topped table in the dining room, I could see over a field and into the woods. It was late afternoon, and the light was fading. Sometimes, when the light starts to fade, I get a terrible feeling of loneliness, like maybe I am the only person in the world.

The three of them walked through the woods in silence. Sistine and Rob chewed Eight Ball gum

Boatman, she says. There's a tale I once heard, perhaps as a small child. Of an island full of gentle woods and streams, yet also a place of strange qualities. Many cross to it, yet for each who dwells there, it's as if he walks the island alone...

A girl my age had been murdered in these woods and I'd seen her last terrified moments, watched her bleed to death in this forest. A life like mine had ended here, and it didn't matter how many times I'd seen deaths in movies, it wasn't the same, and I wasn't ever going to forget it.

It was awful. It was, like, walk out to the woods, Change, stand there until enough time passed, Change back. It was about as much fun as taking a shit. Nice analogy.

I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods.

I promise not to try to get you back into the woods." He paused. "For at least forty-eight hours." I laughed. "So you are on a schedule." "No, I'm impatient.