“Bambi was inspired, and said trembling, "There is Another who is over us all, over us and over Him.” — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“Everything you say,' Geno said rather irritably, 'contradicts itself.' 'Of course it does,' the screech owl rejoined obscurely. 'Otherwise, how would anyone ever keep… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“Your growing antlers,' Bambi continued, 'are proof of your intimate place in the forest, for of all the things that live and grow only… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“A robin perched on the branch of the apple tree, his feathers ruffled, his red chest blazing. 'No need to look so down in… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“Bambi was inspired, and said trembling, "There is Another who is over us all, over us and over Him.” — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“What do you want? What do you know about it? What are you talking about? Everything belongs to Him, just as I do. But… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
You see, when you're young and foolish it doesn't matter where you may be, you always think that you'll be happier somewhere else. — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena…" He did not recognize her. His voice failed.” — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“Don't lose your head," screamed the pheasant. And at the same time his voice broke in a whistling gasp and, spreading his wings, he… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“The young doe, Marena, said, "In this very hour many of us are going to die. Perhaps I shall be one of them.” — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“The most dreadful part of all," the old stag answered, "is that the dogs believe what the hound just said. They believe it, they… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“Marena looked at all of them out of her big, calm, shining eyes. "Love is no nonsense," she said. "It has to come.” — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
“Aren't you afraid of death, oak? How can you speak so casually about it?' The trees creaked their bare branches until it seemed to… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
He did not feel the ground under his feet - he thrust himself into the capriole, rose high in the air-forelegs and hind legs… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
