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Quotes About Sylvan

CALLIOPE "LILA" BARBOT PRINCESS OF THE SYLVAN FEY LINE
~ Kresley Cole
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.
~ Anne Rice
Oh, is that Sylvan's?" Nadiah's eyes sparkled. "Is it from the vranna he killed for his manhood hunt?" "Uh, as a matter of fact, it is." "And he let you wear it." Nadiah stroked the thick, green-blue fur softly. "His manhood cloak. That's so romantic." "It
~ Evangeline Anderson
It was in mid-summer, when the alchemy of Nature transmutes the sylvan landscape to one vivid and almost homogeneous mass of green; when the senses are well-nigh intoxicated with the surging seas of moist verdure and the subtly indefinable odours of the soil and the vegetation. In such surroundings the mind loses its perspective; time and space become trivial and unreal, and echoes of a forgotten prehistoric past beat insistently upon the enthralled consciousness.
~ H.P. Lovecraft
Love you, she whispered through their new link. Oh, Sylvan, I love you so much… I love you too, Talana. Blood of my blood. My mate. My bride. And
~ Evangeline Anderson
It wasn't a place of worship, they explained, with a note of whinnying condescension, but a community devoted to the most absolute possible expression, or incarnation--or perhaps realization was an even better word--of the incomprehensibly complex but infinitely pure sylvan values of centaurhood, which Quentin's fallen human brain could never hope to grasp. There was something distinctly German about the centaurs.
~ Lev Grossman
I think there's something about a sylvan setting; you want grass and nature with outdoor Shakespeare.
~ Dakin Matthews
And may sapphires, amethysts and emeralds spill into the dark eroticism of abundant life: because in my darkness quakes at last the great topaz. I am now listening to a sylvan music, almost just drumming and rhythm that comes from a neighboring house where young junkies live the present. Another instant of incessant, incessant rhythm, and something terrible happens to me.
~ Clarice Lispector