I swore that when I grew up and got my own apartment, I…

The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire,…

— Edith Wharton

“SHE LET US INTO THE house, which had the subtle smell of old wood and old wool—as I used to imagine Victorian homes smelled…

— Neal Stephenson

“I looked from the gadget-readied spear and body armor to my slender staff of plain old wood and leather duster. "My dick is better…

— Jim Butcher

If there is anything in life in which I take a pardonable pride, it is my friendship for certain old woodsmen and hunters; obscure…

— Archibald Rutledge

The whole world is, to me, very much "alive" - all the little growing things, even the rocks. I can't look at a swell…

— Ansel Adams

“build a new ship out of old wood or you're destined to sink.”

— Andrea Smith

'Established' is a good word, much used in garden books, 'the plant, when established' ... Oh, become established quickly, quickly, garden! For I am…

— Ursula Bethell

There are three things that grow more precious with age; old wood to burn, old books to read, and old friends to enjoy.

— Henry Ford

“and uncle had a pair of Retrievers that came along to cool off from the heat, and the two dogs ran and jumped in…

— Steven K. Smith

“In any age, there is no shortage of people willing to embark on a hazardous adventure. Columbus and Magellan filled eight ships between them…

— Peter Nichols

In the middle of nowhere, an old wooden bridge is a golden bridge!

— Mehmet Murat Ildan

“I stood there for a second, savouring the smell of stale sweat and cheap beer. My feet stuck to the floor as I made…

— Grant Jolly

It's so much fun to dream in your driveway. I had an old wooden backboard in my driveway. That's where my friends and I…

— Brad Stevens

Well, I could be wrong, but I believe diversity is an old, old wooden ship that was used during the Civil War era.

— Will Ferrell

“One evening, after a particularly terrible row, the prince smashed his princess over the head with an old wooden clock and she tumbled to…

— Brooke Warra