Quotes About Wood

The idea was like a hunk of wood, Caesar thought, requiring human craft and ingenuity to reveal the new shape within.

I will seek out a face, a composed, a monumental face, and will endow it with omniscience, and wear it under my dress like a talisman and then (I promise this) I will find some dingle in a wood where I can display my assortment of strange, valuable objects. I promise myself this. So I will not cry. -Virginia Woolf, The Waves

She was only the faint violet whiff and dead leaf echo of the nymphet I had rolled myself upon with such cries in the past; an echo on the brink of a russet ravine, with a far wood under a white sky, and brown leaves choking the brook, and one last cricket in the crisp weeds.

To undertake executions for the master executioner [Heaven] is like hewing wood for the master carpenter.Whoever undertakes to hew wood for the master carpenter rarely escapes injuring his own hands.

When we see an old tree dying Slowly in the solemn wood, To decay the proud strength yielding That a century has stood, We look on, and sadly wonder At the mighty wreck of time, As its potent finger traces Sure destruction, line by line.

Founder Rouse wanted to challenge a lot of ingrained biases in our culture; taste was not among them. He gave people the ticky-tacky houses they wanted. The only real choices were brick or wood siding, a Baltimore or a D.C. prefix for your phone.

Most folks use black ash. Hickory is so heavy, and birch warps more easily. But if you soak black ash and bend up the front, when it dries, it stays that way. Keep 'em well waxed and stored straight, and you got skis for a lifetime.

obras muertas, or "dead wood," to ornament the officers' quarters.

mainly wood for fire and fresh water.

diminutive island lacking in either fresh water or wood but seething with wildlife.

The storm had stranded the castaways about seventy miles from the rest of the fleet, without food or wood or fresh water

If a soul could leave the body, she thought, this is the sound it would make: like the screech of a nail being pulled from old wood.

Is she—dying?" Izzy whispered. It was a ridiculous question, but in that moment she was honestly terrified this might be true. If a soul could leave a body, she thought, this is the sound it would make: like the screech of a nail being pulled from old wood.

No varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.

it is a principle of his that no man who was not a true gentleman at heart, ever was, since the world began, a true gentleman in manner. He says, no varnish can hide the grain of the wood; and that the more varnish you put on, the more the grain will express itself.

Knowledge without Spirit is like finding yourself on a cold night with all the wood in the world and having no flame with which to ignite it.

Lancelot was following, slowly, on the dark and narrow path. All about him and from high above, the mighty trees of Pendaran Wood were letting fall their green leaves, gently, on a night in the midst of summer, to honour the passage of the man.

Bottle cork, bottle cork There's naught within but lees. The glowing eyes of Jack O'Lantern Dance on evening's breeze; Goblin fires light the wood And flicker through the trees. The clouds, they say, are whipping cream, The oceans seas of teas, The rain a fall of diamonds, The moon a ball of cheese.

Can a woodchuck chuck wood? Because the question is, "how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if," so you haven't established or proved without any shadow of a doubt that a woodchuck could chuck wood. Frankly, I believe that they chew wood. I don't think they can chuck wood at all! I take offense to the whole chucking question.

I cut the wood however I like, but it's the grain that decides the strength and shape of it. You can add and subtract memories from people, but it isn't just your memory that makes you who you are. There's something in the grain of the mind.

Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world. Fly them.

Somewhere in the gray wood by the river is the huntsman and in the brooming corn and in the castellated press of the cities. His work lies all wheres and his hounds tire not. I have seen them in a dream, slaverous and wild and their eyes crazed with ravening for souls in this world. Fly them.

while the black coal rose jutting round them, and the props of wood stood like little pillars in the low, black, very dark temple.

Sabía exactamente qué madera quería, pero no decía simplemente "Me gusta el roble" o "Me gusta el arce". Sabía que quería la madera cortada en perpendicular a los anillos del árbol, y que tenía que estar cortada en invierno, idealmente en enero, para que tuviera el mínimo contenido en savia y azucares. En las reuniones, un montón de arquitectos con el pelo canoso nos mirábamos entre nosotros y pensábamos ¡Madre mía!