Quotes About Woods

She had never seen anything so beautiful. Morning light spilled slowly over the mountains, across the valley to the cabin and the woods behind, and up the hillside. She felt Hosea's strong hands on her shoulders. "Mara, that's the life I want to give you.

The motorboat edged its way along the face of the cliff. Whenever the boys noticed one of the larger openings that could be reached easily from the shore, Frank ran the boat in among the rocks. Then, while one boy stayed in the Sleuth, the others would scramble up to investigate the cave. The hours dragged by. Finally they navigated to a place where the cliff sloped and began to give way to sandy hills and wooded inclines. Biff

It's hard to get animals to reproduce in a zoo, but people, even condemned to death, even hunted by Leclerc's army, with the woods full of Fifis and the whole R.A.F on top of them thundering day and night, don't lose their desire to squirt! not in the least...

Clothes I wear for mushroom hunting are rarely sent to the cleaner. They constitute a collection of odors I produce and gather while rambling in the woods. I notice not only dogs (cats, too) are delighted (they love to smell me).

I am as free as Nature first made man,Ere the base laws of servitude began,When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?

What I am telling you, before you begin my story, is this -- two things: I crave truth. And I lie.

On the coast of CoromandelWhere the early pumpkins blow,In the middle of the woodsLived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bä.Two old chairs, and half a candle,One old jug without a handle—These were all his worldly goods.

As It Ever Was ... So Shall It Never Be Penal Substitutionary Atonement Theory and Violence in The Cabin in the Woods

those who think their God ... has nowhere so plainly shown himself as in his works, will seek in the face and lineaments of Nature that consoling smile which every lonely soul so miserably craves ... betake thee to the fields; betake thee to the woods ... thou shalt be comforted ... Lay thy tired head on Nature's breast ... always there is at hand the Infinite and the Eternal: about thee, above thee ...

Wine still tastes for me of the mountaintop of piny woods with a warm spring dawn coming on, and that Spanishy word, Sonoma, is an exotic flavor all to itself.

It had to be a lot more fun when you had your own dog on a varmint hunt and could listen for his tree-bark off out yonder in the dark woods of a night and could say to the rest: "That's that old Snuffy dog of mine. Guess he's put another'n up a tree!

And here in Britain the wind moaned through the desolate woods, the skies wept, and wet gale-blown leaves pattered against the windows and stuck there, making little pathetic shadows against the steamy glass. There had been wild weather often enough in his own country, but that had been the wild weather of home; here was the wind and and rain and wet leaves of exile.

You're making this up" "I am not" "What woods are you talking about" "It's on the peninsula someplace. I didnt pay good attention on the way. I was strung out on an Einstein trip." "Einstein Trip" When you go all the way out, past the last star, and space loops back on you.

You're making this up" "I am not" "What woods are you talking about" "It's on the peninsula someplace. I didnt pay good attention on the way. I was strung out on an Einstein trip." "Einstein Trip?" "When you go all the way out, past the last star, and space loops back on you.

Let the tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil fall, soundless in the moldering woods.

He went back through the wet wild woods, waving his wild tail, and walking by his wild lone. But he never told anybody.

He'd developed a strangely tender feeling towards such words, as if they were children abandoned in the woods and it was his duty to rescue them.

Have I been conditioned to believe that if I am not solicitous, if I am not forthcoming, if I am not a never-ending cornicopia of entertaining delights, they will take their collections of milk-bottle tops and their mangy one-eared teddy bears and go away into the woods by themselves to play snipers? Probably. What my mother things was merely cute may have been lethal.

My occupation is an open question. I was once an assistant professor of mathematics. Since then, I have spent time living in the woods of Montana.

In the woods it was not so much that it was quiet as that the few sounds were loud and distinct, not the orchestra tuning-up of the city but individual grace notes. Birdcalls broken into pieces like a piano exercise, a tree branch snapping sharp and then swishing down and thump on the ground, the hiss of water coming off the mountain.

It wasn't so like the dream, but then again it was, because these things were above and full of the verdant smell of the wild, and the sylvan woods were gently heaving their limbs on the scented wind.

I saw her shimmering face for an instant; she came towards me; I thought this is death again, this is death coming, the woods and the wolves coming, and no place to hide, and then my eyes closed.

If a husband expresses a thought alone in the middle of the woods," so the joke goes, "is he still wrong?" Probably so.