Ferns Quote by Holly Black Download Open image ““Everything is ferns, leaf mold, the crackle of fire, and the hum of distant voices.”” — Holly Black ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 4.9 out of 5 (10 ratings) Copy quoteShare Ferns Fire Holly-black Jude Jude-duarte The-folk-of-the-air The-queen-of-nothing Voices Woods
“I'm everything that makes everything. I'm everything that unmakes everything. I'm fire. I'm flood. I'm pestilence. I'm the ink, the paper, the grass, the… — Ali Smith Copy Share Image
“I like the flowers, and the bees, the birds, and the trees. I like wisps of steam floating upward from wiry ferns and the… — Bhuwan Thapaliya Copy Share Image
“Words being but a breath, the stir of awakened minds is like the rustling of leaves.” — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Oh, the luxury of lying in the fern night and the grass night and the night of the susurrant, slumbrous voices weaving the night… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“All forests are one... They are all echoes of the first forest that gave birth to Mystery when the world began.” — Charles de Lint Copy Share Image
“The goodness of the world grew like moss in cracks, she thought. It grew, somehow, with hidden roots, nourished by something unseen.” — K.J. Bishop Copy Share Image
“And when the leaves return, and their whisperings fill the night, they'll freeze and burn, where fire and ice collide” — Owl City Copy Share Image
“I am like a room where things once happened and now nothing does, except the pollen of the weeds that grow up inside the… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Here the trees surrounded them with an invisible, anechoic blanket, so that every word seemed sucked into silence the moment it was uttered.” — Arthur C. Clarke Copy Share Image
“She was like a forest, like the dark interlacing of the oakwood, humming inaudibly with myriad unfolding buds. Meanwhile the birds of desire were… — D.H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“What they don’t realize is this: Yes, they frighten me, but I have always been scared, since the day I got here. I was… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
When you don't know what you're searching for, you have to look absolutely everywhere. — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“Madoc makes a snorting sound, then turns to me. 'I am sure that Wren here wouldn't mind taking Lady Nore's castle and lands for… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“No, I won't help you. No I won't hear you explain why I should. It really is a magical word: no. You say whatever… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Let her alone,' said the enkanto, 'or I will curse you blind, lame, and worse.' The old man laughed. 'I'm a curse breaker, fool.'… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“His wax-white skin was cool to the touch when she brushed his neck to find the knot of cloth. She'd never been this close… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
So what are you really wearing?" The words left her mouth before she could consider them. She winced. He didn't seem to mind; in… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“I grab a chair. "I don't mean to pry," I say, "but we're in a hospital. You sure you're fine?" She sighs heavily. "No… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
Kaye: You know what the sun looks like? Janet: No, What? Kaye: Like he slit his wrists in a bathtub and the blood is… — Holly Black Copy Share Image
“The road climbs curving out of wet ground thick with cedars, and up onto a plateau meadow where Jersey cows, beautiful as deer, watching… — Wallace Stegner Crossing To Safety Copy Share Image
I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
Of course, when we got home, we found that Dagda had peed on my down comforter. He had also eaten part of Mom's maidenhair… — Cate Tiernan Copy Share Image
It was to Hofmeister, working as a young man, an amateur and enthusiast, in the early morning hours of summer months, before business, at… — Arthur Harry Church Copy Share Image
Ring-ting! I wish I were a primrose, A bright yellow primrose blowing in the spring! The stooping boughs above me, The wandering bee to… — William Allingham Copy Share Image
I fell in love with flora of all types, especially ferns. Loved the sparse structure and repetition of shape - almost fractal. — Jack Dorsey Copy Share Image
Each place its own mind, its own psyche! Oak, Madrone, Douglas fir, red-tailed hawk, serpentine in the sandstone, a certain scale to the topography,… — David Abram Copy Share Image
As the brain of man is the speck of dust in the universe that thinks, so the leaves—the fern and the needled pine and… — Donald C. Peattie Copy Share Image
A tree is alive, and thus it is always more than you can see. Roots to leaves, yes-those you can, in part, see. But… — Elizabeth Moon Copy Share Image
I dreamed a place where I have come to dwell Cold Mountain says it all Monkeys scream, the valley fog is cold My door… — Hanshan Copy Share Image
Burn, burn tree and fern! Shrivel and scorch! A fizzling torch To light the night for our delight, Ya hey! Bake and toast ‘em,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
