Ferns Quote by Horace Download Open image “In neglected fields the fern grows, which must be cleared out by fire.” — Horace ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.0 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare Ferns Fields Fire Grows Neglected
“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
“Sometimes a flame must level a forest to ash before new growth can begin.” — A.G. Howard Copy Share Image
Moss grows where nothing else can grow. It grows on bricks. It grows on tree bark and roofing slate. It grows in the Arctic… — Elizabeth Gilbert Copy Share Image
Fire is fed by fire. The same small flame destroys Two stalks of wheat at once. — Federico Garcia Lorca Copy Share Image
Strange - is it not? That of the myriads who Before us passed the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us… — Horace Copy Share Image
“Finxerunt animi, raro et perpauca loquentis. (To action little, less to words inclinded.)” — Horace Copy Share Image
No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water. — Horace Copy Share Image
Fate with impartial hand turns out the doom of high and low; her capacious urn is constantly shaking the names of all mankind. — Horace Copy Share Image
In a moment comes either death or joyful victory. [Lat., Horae Momento cita mors venit aut victoria laeta.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - It is a sweet and becoming thing to die for ones country. — Horace Copy Share Image
Neither men, nor gods, nor booksellers' shelves permit ordinary poets to exist. [Lat., Mediocribus esse poetis Non homines, non di, non concessere columnae.] — Horace Copy Share Image
Don't yield to that alluring witch, laziness, or else be prepared to surrender all that you have won in your better moments. — Horace Copy Share Image
Avoid inquisitive persons, for they are sure to be gossips, their ears are open to hear, but they will not keep what is entrusted… — Horace Copy Share Image
“You may drive out Nature with a pitchfork, yet she still will hurry back.” — Horace 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
“Everything is ferns, leaf mold, the crackle of fire, and the hum of distant voices.” — Holly Black 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
