Some day there may be... machinery that needs but to be wound up and sent roaming o'er hill and dale, through fields… — Edward Steichen Copy Share Image
Very few men can speak of Nature, for instance, with any truth. They overstep her modesty, somehow or other, and confer no… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Millions of people are joined in the knowledge that writing brings insight and calm in the same way that prayer, meditation, or… — Christina Baldwin Copy Share Image
My own time on earth has led me to believe in two powerful instruments that turn experience into love: holding and listening.… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
When I am chopping trees out in the woods because I heat my house with wood, I feel myself right in the… — Pete Seeger Copy Share Image
Repentance was never yet produced in any man's heart apart from the grace of God. As soon may you expect the leopard… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“There are those who talk of the evil spirit of the woods. But for me there is only one evil spirit of… — H.E. Bates Copy Share Image
The history of the universe and nature is being told to us by the stars, by the Earth, by the uprising and… — Leonardo Boff Copy Share Image
But there would be no confrontation the next day. And for Tommy Williams, there would be no school, either. Because the moment… — Liz Kessler Copy Share Image
I hunt because I love the entire process: the preparations, the excitement, and sustained suspense of trying to match my woodslore against… — Fred Bear Copy Share Image
Beneath our feet a fairy pathway flows, The grass still glitters in the summer breeze, The dusky wood, and distant copse appear,… — Robert Montgomery Copy Share Image
By the latter part of high school, by the middle of junior year in high school, Jay Rodriguez played me some Irakere… — Jon Gordon Copy Share Image
“He'd grown unused to woods like this. He'd become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by… — Michael Montoure Copy Share Image
I would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood. My characters—I would like to have them heavier, more three-dimensional… — Georges Simenon Copy Share Image
Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Nature has taken more care than the fondest parent for the education and refinement of her children. Consider the silent influencewhich flowers… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
How many hearts with warm, red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes… — John Muir Copy Share Image
Education is all paint - it does not alter the nature of the wood that lies under it, it only improves its… — Lady Hester Stanhope Copy Share Image
“The woods that I loved as a child are entirely gone. The woods that I loved as a young adult are gone.… — Mary Oliver Copy Share Image
You point your feet out too much when you walk,” Will went on. He was busy polishing an apple on his shirtfront,… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Bad acting comes in many bags, various odors. It can be performed by cardboard refugees from an Ed Wood movie, reciting their… — James Wolcott Copy Share Image
Harvey wasn't interested in the clothes, it was the masks that mesmerized him. They were like snowflakes: no two alike. Some were… — Clive Barker Copy Share Image
This is what it means to be a woman in this world. Every step is a bargain with pain. Make your black… — Catherynne M. Valente Copy Share Image
...belief has a second edge. If there are ten thousand medieval peasants who create vampires by believing them real, there may be… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
Man's maker was made man that He, Ruler of the stars, might nurse at His mother's breast; that the Bread might hunger,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I believe I am becoming pathetic. I'll go further, I believe that I am in love with a flower-growing, wood-carving quarryman/carpenter/pig farmer.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
When you are in the middle of a story it isn't a story at all, but only a confusion; a dark roaring,… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
When we walk, we naturally go to the fields and woods: what would become of us, if we walked only in a… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
To my surprise, I felt a certain springy keenness. I was ready to hike. I had waited months for this day, after… — Bill Bryson Copy Share Image
“What exists beneath the sea? I’d always pictured it in colors of emerald and aquamarine, where black velvet fish with sequined eyes… — Kelly Easton Copy Share Image
The simple and terrifying reality, forbidden from discussion in America, was that despite spending $600 billion a year on the military, despite… — Michael Hastings Copy Share Image
Being authentic in the way you'll see today on the sets [of Doctor Strange] that Charles Wood has designed for us, being… — Kevin Feige Copy Share Image
She had learned, in her life, that time lived inside you. You are time, you breathe time. When she'd been young, she'd… — David Wroblewski Copy Share Image
“Indeed, he could not be long in discovering that people beyond a suspicion of unbalance, or not obviously coveting the moment's arrest… — James Gould Cozzens Copy Share Image
From its fountains In the mountains, Its rills and its gills; Through moss and through brake, It runs and it creeps For… — Robert Southey Copy Share Image
You know, there are good reasons to learn how to read. Poetry isn't one of them. I mean, so what if two… — Gary D. Schmidt Copy Share Image
I remember living in a pretty small neighborhood where you could play in the streets and run around like crazy. My friends… — Maulik Pancholy Copy Share Image
Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
Think of it! A few more boats, a few more planks of wood nailed together in a particular way at a thrifty… — Lawrence Beesley Copy Share Image
If a man walks in the woods for love of them half of each day, he is in danger of being regarded… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image