Chopping Wood Quotes

#1. High technology has done us one great service: It has retaught us the delight of performing simple and primordial tasks - chopping wood, building a fire, drawing water from a spring #Quote by Edward Abbey

#2. For dinner Jade microwaves some Stars-n-Flags. They're addictive. They put sugar in the sauce and sugar in the meat nuggets. I think also caffeine. Someone told me the brown streaks in the Flags are caffeine. We have like five bowls each.
After dinner the babies get fussy and Min puts a mush of ice cream and Hershey's syrup in their bottles and we watch The Worst That Could Happen, a half hour computer simulation of tragedies that have never actually occurred but theoretically could. A kid gets hit by a train and flies into a zoo, where he's eaten by wolves. A man cuts his hand off chopping wood and while he's wandering around screaming for help is picked up by a tornado and dropped on a preschool during recess and lands on a pregnant teacher. #Quote by George Saunders

#3. When brother Brigham and brother Joseph Young went up to see the Prophet, they found him chopping wood; for he was a labouring man, and gained his bread by the sweat of his brow. They made themselves acquainted with him. He received them gladly, invited them to his house, and they rejoiced together in the Gospel of Christ, and their hearts were knitted together in the spirit and bond of union. #Quote by Wilford Woodruff

#4. Good lord. Building stone patios, chopping wood, and walking everywhere was a workout video he needed to put on the market. ASAP. #Quote by Mia Sheridan

#5. The three weapons to use against axe cuts are: (a) sense enough not to get cut, (b) a good working knowledge of how to apply a tourniquet, if the worst occurs, and (c) a philosophical attitude. #Quote by Louise Dickinson Rich

#6. Before enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. After enlightenment, chopping wood and carrying water. #Quote by Matsuo Basho

#7. People love chopping wood. In this activity one immediately sees results. #Quote by Albert Einstein

#8. If we think we have twenty-four hours to achieve a certain purpose, today will become a means to attain an end. The moment of chopping wood and carrying water is the moment of happiness. We do not need to wait for these chores to be done to be happy. To have happiness in this moment is the spirit of aimlessness. Otherwise, we will run in circles for the rest of our life. We have everything we need to make the present moment the happiest in our life, even if we have a cold or a headache. We don't have to wait until we get over our cold to be happy. Having a cold is a part of life. #Quote by Thich Nhat Hanh

#9. Past events leave traces in the memory like an ax chopping wood. Chips fly; they remain where they fall even after the wood has been used to light the stove. #Quote by Magdalena Tulli

#10. After dinner the babies get fussy and Min puts a mush of ice cream and Hershey's syrup in their bottles and we watch The Worst That Could Happen, a half-hour of computer simulations of tragedies that have never actually occurred but theoretically could. A kid gets hit by a train and flies into a zoo, where he's eaten by wolves. A man cuts his hand off chopping wood and while wandering around screaming for help is picked up by a tornado and dropped on a preschool during recess and lands on a pregnant teacher. ("Sea Oak") #Quote by George Saunders

#11. Before enlightenment; chop wood, carry water. After enlightenment; chop wood, carry water. #Quote by Gautama Buddha

#12. They disrupted the performance #Quote by Maryrose Wood

#13. To be individually righteous is the first of all duties, come what may to ones self, to one's country, to society, and to civilization itself. #Quote by Joseph Wood Krutch

#14. I feel very honored to have been asked to sign for Rovers, and being able to help both the club and the amazing charity Bluebell Wood is what it's all about. #Quote by Louis Tomlinson

#15. Students at the instituted for Environmental Research at RWTH Aachen discovered something amazing about photosynthesis in undisturbed beech forests. Apparently, the trees synchronize their performance so that they are all equally successful. And that is not what one would expect. Each beech tree grows in a unique location, and conditions can vary greatly in just a few yards. The soil can be stony or loose. It can retain a great deal of water or almost no water. It can be full of nutrients or extremely barren. Accordingly, each tree experiences different growing conditions; therefore, each tree grows more quickly or more slowly and produces more or less sugar or wood, and thus you would expect every tree to be photosynthesizing at a different rate.

And that's what makes the research results so astounding. The rate of photosynthesis is the same for all the trees. The trees, it seems, are equalizing differences between the strong and the weak. Whether they are thick or thin, all members of the same species are using light to produce the same amount of sugar per leaf. This equalization is taking place underground through the roots. There's obviously a lively exchange going on down there. Whoever has an abundance of sugar hands some over; whoever is running short gets help. Once again, fungi are involved. Their enormous networks act as gigantic redistribution mechanisms. It's a bit like the way social security systems operate to ensure individual members of society don' #Quote by Peter Wohlleben

#16. In my day we didn't have sex education, we just picked up what we could off the television. #Quote by Victoria Wood

#17. This tree was a vast cylinder of wood. It filled the sky. The limbs reached out above me, a great canopy sheltering the rest of the trees, as if they were its children. #Quote by Ned Hayes

#18. It is not any common earth,
Water or wood or air,
But Merlin's Isle of Gramarye
That you and I will fare. #Quote by Rudyard Kipling

#19. The keeping of lists was for November an exercise kin to repeating of a rosary. She considered it neither obsessive nor compulsive, but a ritual, an essential ordering of the world into tall, thin jars containing perfect nouns. Enough nouns connected one to the other create a verb, and verbs had created everything, had skittered across the face of the void like pebbles across a frozen pond. She had not created a verb herself, but the cherry-wood cabinet in the hall contained book after book, jar after jar, vessel upon vessel, all brown as branches, and she had faith. #Quote by Catherynne M Valente

#20. I don't sit around and read papers about myself. If I see myself on TV, if I don't like it, I change the channel. #Quote by Kerry Wood

#21. Well, very long ago, on the spot where the Wild Wood waves now, before ever it had planted itself and grown up to what it now is, there was a city - a city of people, you know. #Quote by Kenneth Grahame

#22. I feel the art world in New York has a stronger following than Britain. If you go to a New York art district on a Saturday morning, it will be so busy with families and openings - art is much more ingrained in the culture. #Quote by Sam Taylor-Wood

#23. She brought a chicken from the coop to the chopping block. She kissed the hen's beak in gratitude, knowing the hen would nourish many youngsters through her sacrifice.

After the blessing, Oota Dabun took an ax to the hen's neck. The death was instant. Painless. Such is the mercy that comes from the slayer who knows one day he or she shall also be slain. #Quote by David Paul Kirkpatrick

#24. Do try it; it's their best kept secret if you ask me.
'I´m more of a meat eater. #Quote by E.J. Wood

#25. Yeah, they look great, but that isn't a fantasy come true, Harry. That's a wood chipper in Playboy bunny clothing. #Quote by Jim Butcher

#26. Few people have ever seriously wished to be exclusively rational. The good life which most desire is a life warmed by passions and touched with that ceremonial grace which is impossible without some affectionate loyalty to traditional form and ceremonies. #Quote by Joseph Wood Krutch

#27. Not long ago I stood with a friend next to an art work made of four wood beams laid in a long rectangle, with a mirror set behind each corner so as to reflect the others. My friend, a conceptual artist, and I talked about the minimalist basis of such work: its reception by critics then, its elaboration by artists later, its significance to practitioners today, all of which are concerns of this book as well. Taken by our talk, we hardly noticed his little girl as she played on the beams. But then, signaled by her mother, we looked up to see her pass through the looking glass. Into the hall of mirrors, the mise-en-abîme of beams, she moved farther and farther from us, and as she passed into the distance, she passed into the past as well.

Yet suddenly there she was right behind us: all she had done was skip along the beams around the room. And there we were, a critic and an artist informed in contemporary art, taken to school by a six-year-old, our theory no match for her practice. For her playing of the piece conveyed not only specific concerns of minimalist work - the tensions among the spaces we feel, the images we see, and the forms we know - but also general shifts in art over the last three decades - new interventions into space, different construction of viewing, and expanded definitions of art. Her performance became allegorical as well, for she described a paradoxical figure in space, a recession that is also a return, that evoked for me the paradoxical figur #Quote by Hal Foster

#28. Iris was interrupted by a resounding crash. Or not exactly a
crash. More like a splintering sound. With a few pops. And twangs.
"What was that?" Iris asked.
"I don't know." Honoria craned her neck. "It sounded like - "
"Oh, Honoria!" they heard Daisy shriek. "Your violin!"
"What?" Honoria walked slowly toward the commotion, not
quite able to put two and two together.
"Oh, my heavens," Iris said abruptly, her hand coming to her
mouth. She lay a restraining hand on Honoria, as if to say - It's
better if you don't look.
"What is going on? I - " Honoria's jaw went slack.
"Lady Honoria!" Lady Danbury barked. "So sorry about your
violin."
Honoria only blinked, staring down at the mangled remains of
her instrument. "What? How . . . ?"
Lady Danbury shook her head with what Honoria suspected
was exaggerated regret. "I have no idea. The cane, you know. I
must have knocked it off the table."
Honoria felt her mouth opening and closing, but no sound was
emerging. Her violin didn't look as if it had been knocked off a
table. Honestly, Honoria was at a loss as to how it could have got
into such a state. It was absolutely wrecked. Every string had
snapped, pieces of wood were completely detached, and the chin
rest was nowhere to be seen.
Clearly, it had been trampled by an elephant. #Quote by Julia Quinn

#29. Kenzo glances up from his chopping. "You look good enough to eat."
"Don't tell that to Stu's sleepwalkers," I say. #Quote by Carolyn Crane

#30. And this bad-boy boyfriend?"
"Bad boy?"
"Yeah. The type you apparently avoid now."
Oh, right." I laugh. It's one single bark of bitterness. "Ummm, he fell into a wood chipper?"
"Poor guy. And the one before that?"
"Eaten by a shark?"
"And before that?"
"Kidnapped by a travelling circus?"
He chuckles. "Wow. Your life's like a cautionary tale."
"Future suitors be warned."
"I'm willing to take my chances," he says with a wink. #Quote by M. Leighton

#31. So much time is wasted on trying to be better than others. #Quote by Elijah Wood

#32. The night-soil men can see a bird walking in trees. It isn't a bird. It is a woman who has removed her skin and is on her way to drink the blood of her secret enemies. It is a woman who has left her skin i a corner of a house made out of wood. It is a woman who is reasonable and admires honeybees in the hibiscus. #Quote by Jamaica Kincaid

#33. Time, which shows so vacant, indivisible, and divine in its coming, is slit and peddled into trifles and tatters. A door is to bepainted, a lock to be repaired. I want wood, or oil, or meal, or salt; the house smokes, or I have a headache; then the tax; and an affair to be transacted with a man without heart or brains; and the stinging recollection of an injurious or very awkward word,
these eat up the hours. #Quote by Ralph Waldo Emerson

#34. The room was rather anonymous, with fashionable upholstered Sheraton chairs in a salmon-colored stripe and studded wood, salmon-colored swags on the windows, and cream silk on the walls. Nothing personal marred the room, as though the house's inhabitants had ordered the furnishing to be as elegant yet innocuous as possible. #Quote by Ashley Gardner

#35. In the long ago, in the gentle days, Brother Grumlow carved wood, worked with saw and chisel. When hard times come carpenters are apt to get nailed to crosses. Grumlow took up the knife and learned to carve men. He looks soft, my brother of the blade, slight in build, light in colour, weak chin, sad eyes, all of him drooping like the moustache that hangs off his lip. Yet he has fast hands and no fear of a sharp edge. Come against him with just a dagger for company and he will cut you a new opinion. #Quote by Mark Lawrence

#36. To enter a wood is to pass into a different world in which we ourselves are transformed. #Quote by Roger Deakin

#37. I have been reading three books Dean lent me this week. One was like a rose garden
very pleasant, but just a little too sweet. And one was like a pine wood on a mountain
full of balsam and tang
I loved it, and yet it filled me with a sort of despair. It was written so beautifully
I can never write like that, I feel sure. And one
it was just like a pig-sty. Dean gave me that one by mistake. #Quote by L.M. Montgomery

#38. Last Night's Moon,"

"When will we next walk together
under last night's moon?"
- Tu Fu

March aspens, mist
forest. Green rain pins down
the sea, early evening
cyanotype. Silver saltlines, weedy
toques of low tide, pillow lava's
black spill indelible
in the sand. Unbroken
broken sea.

-

Rain sharpens marsh-hair
birth-green of the spring firs.
In the bog where the dead never disappear,
where river birch drown, the surface
strewn with reflection. This is the acid-soaked
moss that eats bones, keeps flesh;
the fermented ground where time stops and
doesn't; dissolves the skull, preserves
the brain, wrinkled pearl in black mud.

-

In the autumn that made love
necessary, we stood in rubber boots
on the sphagnum raft and learned
love is soil–stronger than peat or sea–
melting what it holds.

The past
is not our own. Mole's ribbon of earth,
termite house,
soaked sponge. It rises,
keloids of rain on wood; spreads,
milkweed galaxy, broken pod
scattering the debris of attention.
Where you are
while your body is here, remembering
in the cold spring afternoon.

The past
is a long bone.

-

Time is like the painter's lie, no line
around apple or along thigh, though the apple
aches to its sweet edge, strains
#Quote by Anne Michaels

#39. General Turyin Mulaghesh looks like shit. She's obviously still in tremendous shape for a woman her age, but it's been a long while since she bathed, there are rings under her eyes, and the clothes she's been wearing are in desperate need of a wash. This is a far cry from the officer he once knew, the woman whose uniform was so starched you could almost carve wood with the cuffs, the woman whose glance was so bright and piercing you almost wanted to check yourself for bruises after she looked at you. Pitry #Quote by Robert Jackson Bennett

#40. There is no such thing as a dangerous woman; there are only susceptible men. #Quote by Joseph Wood Krutch

#41. It's a child's world, full of separate places. Give me a paper and pencil now and ask me to draw a map of the fields I roamed when I was small, and I cannot do it. But change the question, and ask me to list what was there and I can fill pages. The wood ant's nest. The newt pond. The oak covered in marble galls. The birches by the motorway fence with fly agarics at their feet. These things were the waypoints of my world. And other places became magic through happenstance. When I found a huge red underwing moth behind the electricity junction box at the end of my road, that box became a magic place. I needed to check behind it every time I walked past, though nothing was ever there. I'd run to check the place where once I'd caught a grass snake, look up at the tree that one afternoon had held a roosting owl. These places had a magical importance, a pull on me that other places did not, however devoid of life they were in all the visits since. #Quote by Helen Macdonald

#42. Working in Hollywood can be tumultuous, with incredible highs and lows and you need to be grounded. #Quote by Douglas Wood

#43. He walked to the bathroom and looked into the mirror, trying to see himself through her eyes. It was time to change his style, throw off the shroud of timidity and start living his life. #Quote by Rubianne Wood

#44. All my family back to the 1700s were water Gypsies. My brothers and me, we were the first ones to be born on dry land. All the rest of them were born on barges in the canals. #Quote by Ronnie Wood

#45. We might be able to have phone sex, but that's not the same as hugging his wood with my beaver. #Quote by Helena Hunting