Who has connections to Connecticut? That's where rich people go to live the rest of their life in the woods. — Patrice O'Neal Copy Share Image
“In spring, 1937, of course, families still rode the rails because of the Depression, which everyone said was already in the history… — Ronald Geigle Copy Share Image
It was October again ... a glorious October, all red and gold, with mellow mornings when the valleys were filled with delicate… — Lucy Maud Montgomery Copy Share Image
Stories set in the Culture in which Things Went Wrong tended to start with humans losing or forgetting or deliberately leaving behind… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In what bold relief stand out the lives of all walkers of the snow! The snow is a great tell-tale, and blabs… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Let weak Christians know that a spark from heaven, though kindled under green wood that sobs and smokes, yet it will consume… — Richard Sibbes Copy Share Image
I like a man who can build things. Whittle me something out of wood and I'm sold. — Rachel Bilson Copy Share Image
The evocative power of the drum can be compared to the Trinity. The drum's frame comes from the trunk of a tree,… — Babatunde Olatunji Copy Share Image
Nature soothes us. Nature heals us, and something more, the woods are a place of power. Any woods that are still surviving… — Frederick Lenz Copy Share Image
And see the rivers how they run Through woods and meads, in shade and sun, Sometimes swift, sometimes slow, Wave succeeding wave,… — John Dyer Copy Share Image
In the woods too, a man casts off his years, as the snake his slough, and at what period soever of life,… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
See with what force yon river's crystal stream Resists the weight of many a massy beam. To sink the wood the more… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
In a manner akin to the influence of Tiger Woods on the other side of the Atlantic, Thierry Henry has helped kick… — Pete Gill Copy Share Image
They’ll be black because that’s the way they’re seen. Barack Obama, Tiger Woods, Halle Berry, have all known that. Will that change?… — Andrew Hacker Copy Share Image
It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays,… — Rachel Carson Copy Share Image
My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will changeit,I'mwellaware, aswinterchangesthetrees. My Love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal… — Emily Bronte Copy Share Image
We long for our father. We wear his clothes, and actually try to fill his shoes. . . . We hang on… — Frank Pittman Copy Share Image
Love is a blazing, crackling, green-wood flame, as much smoke as flame; friendship, married friendship particularly, is a steady,intense, comfortable fire. Love,… — Samuel Richardson Copy Share Image
The nut of this tree is hung high aloft, wrapped in a silk wrapper, which is enclosed in a case of sole… — Luis de Camoes Copy Share Image
Words got in the way. The things we felt the hardest--like what it was like to have a boy touch you as… — Jodi Picoult Copy Share Image
“Only birds and the chittering and rustling of small animals sounded as I entered the still green western forest. I'd never ridden… — Sarah J. Maas Copy Share Image
For several years I've been writing 100-word pieces. More recently I've been putting them together in groups of two and three. I… — Jim Moore Copy Share Image
The most domestic cat, which has lain on a rug all her days, appears quite at home in the woods, and, by… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
