I am so excited this year getting to play the 85th Anniversary Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade. Everyone knows on Thanksgiving morning to… — Rodney Atkins Copy Share Image
Desperation is a millstone. It wears away at the very soul, grinding away pity, kindness, humanity and courage. But sometimes it whets… — Frances Hardinge Copy Share Image
As the pen rises from the page between words, so the walker's feet rise and fall between paces, and as the deer… — Robert Macfarlane Copy Share Image
The life of the wood, meadow, and lake go on without us. Flowers bloom, set seed and die back; squirrels hide nuts… — Ann Zwinger Copy Share Image
An absolute patience. Trees stand up to their knees in fog. The fog slowly flows uphill. White cobwebs, the grass leaning where… — Denise Levertov Copy Share Image
All that Syrio Forel had taught her went racing through her head. Swift as a deer. Quiet as shadow. Fear cuts deeper… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Beside the grand history of the glaciers and their own, the mountain streams sing the history of every avalanche or earthquake and… — John Muir Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
It seemed to me that the people who made the rules of the road had figured out everything that would help a… — Joan Bauer 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… — Felix Salten Copy Share Image
If we recognise that every ecosystem can also be viewed as a food web, we can think of it as a circular,… — Murray Bookchin Copy Share Image
“She reached out, her fingers hesitant. The deer—Knox—tilted his head down, letting her touch his antlers. Her hand trembled slightly as she… — Miranda Stowe Copy Share Image
“Above the rustic stone fireplace was a deer's head-but not an everyday deer's head. This mangy thing surveyed the room with a… — Charlotte McPherren Copy Share Image
The deer aren't our prey or our possessions -- they're us. They're us at one point in the cycle of life and… — Daniel Quinn Copy Share Image
Life in the open is one of my finest rewards. I enjoy and become completely immersed in the high challenge and increased… — Fred Bear Copy Share Image
How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do… — Chief Seattle Copy Share Image
“By the time we got to the store on our pre-Independence Day shopping trip, I had counted no less than twenty-four deer… — Sarah A. Chrisman Copy Share Image
