“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 Geno that they must be laughing. 'Death?' they said. 'How is it death to return to… — 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
“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
“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
“Bambi was inspired, and said trembling, "There is Another who is over us all, over us and over Him.” — Felix Salten Copy Share
“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
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
“Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena…" He did not recognize her. His voice failed.” — Felix Salten Copy Share
“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
“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
“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
“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
“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
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
