Quote by James Thurber

“We stepped carefully, so softly, over thorny plants. The dust had turned to mud, splattering our shoes, socks, and legs. By the time we…

— Mia Kirshner

“Despite the heavy, motionless silence of the hawthorns, these gusts of fragrance came to me like the murmuring of an intense vitality, with which…

— Marcel Proust

“By now, at the end of a sloping alley, we had reached the shores of a vast marsh. Some unknown quality in the sparkling…

— R. Murray Gilchrist

“The great wall of vegetation, an exuberant and entangled mass of trunks, branches, leaves, boughs, festoons, motionless in the moonlight, was like a rioting…

— Joseph Conrad

“Often, beyond the next turning, footfalls of a herd galloping across stone were heard, or further in the distance, with reassuring grunts, a wild…

— Julien Gracq

“There were rockets like a flock of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke: their leaves…

— J.R.R. Tolkien

“They went together to the pond. The frogs, frozen by the movement, sat still. Fourteen golden eyes like nuggets gleamed unwinking from the margin.…

— Enid Bagnold

“The rats had crept out of their holes to look on, and they remained looking on for hours; soldiers and police often passing between…

— Charles Dickens

“He saw the delicate blades of grass which the bodies of his comrades had fertilized; he saw the little shoots on the shell-shocked trees.…

— Humphrey Cobb

“The Donkey When fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was…

— G.K. Chesterton

“Nexus I wrote stubbornly into the evening. At the window, a giant praying mantis rubbed his monkey wrench head against the glass, begging vacantly…

— Rita Dove

They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going…

— Enid Blyton