Forest Quote by Craig Davidson

“Here in the forest lay sullen, soot-blackened stones that were the remains of ruined hearths; in abandoned cemeteries were dark headstones that had already…

— Vasily Grossman

“I lay on my side with my head on the pillows and looked out of the window; the blue of the sky was so…

— Hanne Ørstavik

“The desperate piercing scream of horror echoed far above the sharpened tops of the trees wrapped in thin obsidian-transparent mist, and I startled jerkily,…

— Simona Panova

He lay listening to the water drip in the woods. Bedrock, this. The cold and the silence. The ashes of the late world carried…

— Cormac McCarthy

“I walked far down a dirt side road and into a farmer's field - some sort of cereal that was chest high and corn…

— Douglas Coupland

“Sometimes, in the evenings, a damp, gritty wind blew in the windows from Park Avenue, just as the rush hour traffic was thinning and…

— Donna Tartt

“The world is indeed a cold, hard stone.”

— Graham Spaid

“Then, as I stood in that English garden on the soft early summer night, I felt a surge of pure well-being engulf my whole…

— William Boyd

“She was carrying with her, the cold. She was holding on to that icy stone of grief. It had been there all along, sitting…

— Kali Wallace

“Till now the evening had been calm, but suddenly the forest grew restless. As I ascended the path out of the river bottom, I…

— Barry Grant

“I felt clean, all the bone-beaked loneliness birds banished, their rocky nests turned to river stones. Cool, clear water bubbled over them, streams in…

— Bryce Courtenay

“The trees on either side were very tall and thin, like long, skeletal fingers reaching to the sky. The few remaining leaves were still…

— S.J. Bolton