Quotes About Wood

Then you should be as willing. I know how poison fascinates you. Surely dying from it will fascinate you, too." Leaning closer, I hiss, "It is a pity you cannot take notes.

small, hand-sewn pillow, with one word embroidered crookedly on its front. Loveawoo, it said.

Do you know the Muffawoo? The Muffawoo, the Muffawoo! Do you know the Muffawoo, Who lives on Drury Lane?

popping a wheelawooo"),

Quiet, subjects!" she bellowed, jumping on her bed. "You have entered the Queenly Realm of Me, Who Is Named Cassawoof!

Admiral, wake up wake up wake upahwoo

I stared at the lute. At the darkness of the small holes amid the twisting decoration of the wood. I imagined, ridiculously, a world inside there. Deep in the shell of the lute. Where some miniature version of ourselves could live, safe and invisible and unharmed.

Then he heard it. Out in the Wood, straight ahead and much closer than before: The beast.

Malcolm's carved a fork." She ran her finger the length of the smooth wood before offering it to Elesyria for her inspection. "A small fork. Just like I told him I wanted.

Molly wondered if these boys really loved baseball, the sound and smell of it, the rhythm of it, the leather and wood, the grass and dirt, the story and surprise in a good game.

Keep yourselves far from envy; it eateth up and taketh away good actions, like as fire eateth up and burneth wood

What began in a cradle made of wood culminated on a cross made of wood.

Wherever wood can swim, there I am sure to find this flag of England.

wooden pews for worship services.

I rubbed glistening liquid onto the armrests and imagined the hands that would touch the wood, perhaps resting there between turning the pages of a book, perhaps stroking the smooth wood, absently at first, then slipping a bit as the owner slept.

By the time the acorns began to harden, farmers had begun to send messages to her, pleas to rid their heath or valley or wood of bandits.

The shield on his left arm was matcing red leather stretched over wood and painted with a black snake with golden eyes and tongue; around its edge another snake, this time of armoured scales, glinted in the shimmering tree light.

Along the little river, kingfishers caught news and water beetlees, and on the big river when Hild walked with her mother and the queen-talking, as always, of wood and trade-she saw the pawprints of other kits.

Her scent-earthy and light, like the smell of crisp baby carrots when you first pull them from the ground-mixed with that of sawdust and leaf mold.

They set off through the soft lingering light. One cuckoo in the depths of Layer Wood and one in the dense shrubbery of the Dower House were keeping up their eternal question and answer, and in the comparative coolness which had come with the evening all the scents of summer had magnified.

Some primal termite knocked on wood; and tasted it, and found it good. That is why your Cousin May fell through the parlor floor today.

Men are idolaters and want something to look at and kiss and hug, or throw themselves down before; they always did, they always will; and if you don't make it out of wood, you must make it out of words.

The careful muffled sound of fruit That plummets, broken from a tree, Amid the constant melody Of the deep silence of the wood…

There was a faggot of pine wood lying by the hearth, waiting to be cut up small.