Woods Quotes

#1. They did look tough - and tall. One girl in particular had legs like stilts. She was bent down, touching her toes with her ankles crossed. She looked like a grazing giraffe. #Quote by Elizabeth Woods

#2. It was a holy night. I ran. My father slept soundly in his bed, somewhere far behind me, and I ran. Elsewhere in the world masses were being performed and stock was being taken of the glories and retreats of life - and it was nothing to me, because I ran. I was naked in the woods. It was a beautiful outrage. #Quote by Joshua Gaylord

#3. When God made Man he made no mistakes, He knew man would make those for himself".

~ R. Alan Woods [2012] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#4. His in-laws, Erastus and Eloise Oppenheimer, lived in Ezra, Texas, a town tucked so deep in the woods of East Texas that time, civil rights, and wireless Internet couldn't find it. #Quote by Sharon Bayliss

#5. I have mostly been terrified of listening to scary stories around a campfire. We camp a lot as a family, and at night my dad would try and tell us scary stories. This made eating s'mores difficult. The story would start with something like ... 'and the old man who lived in these woods ... ' I would then run back into the camper terrified. #Quote by Willow Shields

#6. Lead them around the woods for a few extra minutes, then come up over a hill from a different direction and the lodge would appear out of nowhere. City kids. #Quote by Millard Avon Gregory

#7. In golf, just because a person is big and cut and ripped, doesn't mean they have a physical advantage. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#8. A bay is a noun only if water is dead. When bay is a noun, it is defined by humans, trapped between its shores and contained by the word. But the verb wiikwegamaa - to be a bay - releases the water from bondage and lets it live. "To be a bay" holds the wonder that, for this moment, the living water has decided to shelter itself between these shores, conversing with cedar roots and a flock of baby mergansers. Because it could do otherwise - become a stream or an ocean or a waterfall, and there are verbs for that, too. To be a hill, to be a sandy beach, to be a Saturday, all are possible verbs in a world where everything is alive. Water, land, and even a day, the language a mirror for seeing the animacy of the world, the life that pulses through all things, through pines and nuthatches and mushrooms. This is the language I hear in the woods; this is the language that lets us speak of what wells up all around us.[…]
This is the grammar of animacy. #Quote by Robin Wall Kimmerer

#9. Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow. #Quote by Robert Frost

#10. When men struggle for the single life God has given them ... even their own kind seem no more than the beasts of the wood. #Quote by James F. Cooper

#11. What might shift in my heart if God were to unveil my eyes and show me that despite my fears and uncertainties, I'm actually surrounded by his powerful protection and presence? #Quote by Suzanne Woods Fisher

#12. A tanned skin is something more than respectable, and perhaps olive is a fitter color than white for a man,
a denizen of the woods. "The pale white man!" I do not wonder that the African pitied him. #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#13. Wood feeds the fire which burns it. #Quote by Leonardo Da Vinci

#14. Never fear your doubts , Always doubt your fears. #Quote by Jason Woods

#15. After an hour's drive, he pulled off onto a gravel road and followed it back to a lake surrounded by woods. At one time, the place had been special. He had gone fishing there with his sons when they were younger. #Quote by Angela Roquet

#16. A child in the woods. A child with an army. #Quote by Cornelia Funke

#17. Real big pretty titty, shut down every city. If you want the kit kitty, gotta get the key from me, all new everything, plus pay the rent for me. If we in the woods then these niggas pitch a tent for me. #Quote by Nicki Minaj

#18. You want to know why I brought you out here." "The question had crossed my mind, yes. But I figured it was probably to buy me horses or feed me caviar. Or, you know, to kill me." He looks up surprised. "Kill you? No. And in the future I would say if you suspect someone wants to kill you, you shouldn't follow him into the woods. #Quote by Laura Bradley Rede

#19. I want to grab him by the wrist and head back into the woods, tell these guys, sorry but I found him first. #Quote by Jandy Nelson

#20. To have the opportunity to complete the slam at the Open at St Andrews, the home of golf, is something I will never ever forget. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#21. I'm convinced that not all units of time are equal. #Quote by Crystal Woods

#22. shouldn't have no problem #Quote by Chad Woods

#23. Snow falling in the woods when there's no wind is the most peaceful thing I've ever seen. #Quote by John Jerome

#24. As It Ever Was ... So Shall It Never Be Penal Substitutionary Atonement Theory and Violence in The Cabin in the Woods #Quote by Anthony R. Mills

#25. Most of the afternoons I would pass looking out at the pasture. I soon began seeing things. A figure emerging from the birch woods and running straight in my direction. Usually it was the Sheep Man, but sometimes it was the Rat, sometimes my girlfriend. Other times it was the sheep with the star on it's back. #Quote by Haruki Murakami

#26. I couldn't describe the smells of West Virginia, even if I tried. It has something to do with the leaves composting in the woods, the cold trickle of little creeks and waterfalls, the ferns greening up everything. But somewhere deep below, I can smell the rock and the coal this state is built on. #Quote by Heather Day Gilbert

#27. The man can kiss like it's an Olympic event and he's going for the gold. #Quote by Sherryl Woods

#28. Become Amish? If you admire our faith, strengthen yours. If you admire our sense of commitment, deepen yours. If you admire our community spirit, build your own. If you admire the simple life, cut back. If you admire deep character and enduring values, live them yourself. #Quote by Suzanne Woods Fisher

#29. It was one of those red-gold early October days, the air crisp and tart as heady as applejack, and even at dawn the sky was the clear, purplish blue that only the finest of autumn days brings. There are maybe three such days in a year. I sang as I lifted my traps, and my voice bounced off the misty banks of the Loire like a challenge. It was the mushroom season, so after I had brought my catch back to the farm and cleaned it out, I took some bread and cheese for breakfast and set out into the woods to hunt for mushrooms. I was always good at that. Still am, to tell the truth, but in those days I had a nose like a truffle pig's. I could smell those mushrooms out, the gray chanterelle and the orange, with its apricot scent, the bolet and the petit rose and the edible puffball and the brown-cap and the blue-cap. Mother always told us to take our mushrooms to the pharmacy to ensure we had not gathered anything poisonous, but I never made a mistake. I knew the meaty scent of the bolet and the dry, earthy smell of the brown-cap mushroom. I knew their haunts and breeding grounds. I was a patient collector. #Quote by Joanne Harris

#30. Green and black go well together, don't they? #Quote by Tiger Woods

#31. George Brett could get good wood on an aspirin. #Quote by Jim Frey

#32. From heart-experience, and in humblest sense
Of Modesty, that he, who in his youth
A daily wanderer among woods and fields
With living Nature hath been intimate,
Not only in that raw unpractised time
Is stirred to ecstasy, as others are,
By glittering verse but further, doth receive,
In measure only dealt out to himself,
Knowledge and increase of enduring joy
From the great Nature that exists in works
Of mighty Poets. #Quote by William Wordsworth

#33. As a child growing up, you never thought about being in a videogame, then to have a game of your own and be lucky enough to set the bar with it in the gaming world, it's a dream come true. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#34. I could not be a poet without the natural world. Someone else could. But not me. For me the door to the woods is the door to the temple. #Quote by Mary Oliver

#35. Can I get a lock for my tent?
Bears can't unzip tents, Lana.
Well, chainsaw psychos who wander the woods looking for young girls all alone to chop up into pieces can.
There are no chainsaw psychos! I can't believe you've never been camping. It's safe, Lana. I promise.
Easy for you to say. You'll be snuggled up safely in the arms of Beau Vincent. I'm more than positive he could take on a black bear. #Quote by Abbi Glines

#36. It may seem strange, but the most grateful I've ever felt was when I was held up at gunpoint. After I handed over my wallet and the mugger ran off into the woods, I thought, 'Thank you for not shooting me.' I was overwhelmingly glad to be alive and unharmed. #Quote by Juliana Hatfield

#37. Tree roots hold river banks together and stop the wind blowing soil away, there are many creatures that live in woods and they provide a sense of well-being and look nice. #Quote by Clive Anderson

#38. Seve Ballesteros was the best trouble-shot player who ever lived. It didn't matter how far in the woods you put that guy, he'd find a way to get out. But Seve inadvertently put a lot of big numbers on the scorecards of average players, because he inspired them to take dumb chances. #Quote by Lee Trevino

#39. I've no intention of sitting by the fire on such a beautiful day," Loki sad.
"Then let us walk in the woods."
"Walk? Wouldn't you rather ride with me?" "I couldn't keep up." "No," he said, grasping her elbow gently. "With me. On Heror." He whistled loudly and Heror turned and walked toward them.

A shiver of fear frosted her skin. She was uncomfortable on horseback - preferred her feet on the ground-let alone a fast powerful beast like Heror with Loki at the reins. "I'm not sure…"
"Didn't you say you would keep me company? Come."
"Must we go very fast?"
Loki laughed his wild laugh. "Of course we must!"
With swift grace, he mounted Heror, then put down his hand for her. "Come, Aud. Don't be frightened. You may trust me."
Trust Loki? Aud almost laughed. She wondered if Vidar would appreciate her actions when she told him this evening. "Very well,' she said. She tied her skirts around her hips and, reaching up, allowed Loki to help her onto Heror's back.
"Hold on tight," Loki said, slapping her thigh playfully. Aud needed no prompting. She locked her arms about his waist, her hands tight over his hollow stomach. No warmth emanated from his body. His black hair caught against her cheek and lip. She screwed her eyes tightly closed.
Heror need little encouragement from Loki. Almost as soon as they were settled, he sped off like lightning. Aud cracked open one eye to see where they were going, but hurriedly closed it when the b #Quote by Kim Wilkins

#40. While my chosen form of story-writing is obviously a special and perhaps a narrow one, it is none the less a persistent and permanent type of expression, as old as literature itself. There will always be a certain small percentage of persons who feel a burning curiosity about unknown outer space, and a burning desire to escape from the prison-house of the known and the real into those enchanted lands of incredible adventure and infinite possibilities which dreams open up to us, and which things like deep woods, fantastic urban towers, and flaming sunsets momentarily suggest. #Quote by H.P. Lovecraft

#41. When Sartre says man has been thrown into the world, he is alone, there is no God, we are responsible for what we are, what we do, I say yes!"
The affirmative echoed around the woods. The dog pricked up his ears. This man has no one to talk to, thought Inni.
"But when he then asks me to be responsible for the world as well, for others, I say no! No. Why should I be? 'When man chooses himself, he chooses all men.' Why? I have not asked for anything. I have nothing to do with the vermin I see around me. I live out my time because I have to, that is all. #Quote by Cees Nooteboom

#42. Ordinarily one need not be preoccupied with time in the woods. Indeed, something is to be said for going there to forget it, but it is well to develop a habit of noting times for distances traveled. #Quote by Robert L. Mooers Jr.

#43. The free-will of men and the sovereignty of God are operationally co-existent, neither Reality impunes the 'co-dependent' authority of the other.
R. Alan Woods [2012] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#44. Last question. Why do you love Della? - Braden
Until Della walked into my life I didn't understand the idea of love. I had never been in love and experienced very little love in my life. But I'd seen it once -Woods #Quote by Abbi Glines

#45. God accomplishes much through us His servants".

~R. Alan Woods [2012] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#46. Once upon a time, there was a boy named Jack who got lost in the woods. His best friend went after him. Along the way, she had many adventures. She met woodsmen, witches, and wolves. She found her friend in the thrall of a queen who lived in a palace of ice and had a heart to match. She rescued him with the help of a magical object. And they returned home, together, and they lived on, somehow, ever after.
It went something like that, anyway. #Quote by Anne Ursu

#47. It's about the music, it's not about just showing people what you can do with a piece of wood with strings on it #Quote by John Frusciante

#48. Whether it's exploring the woods around where I grew up, or even today exploring the coastal habitats and environments where I live in New England, or in a remote wilderness we're featuring in one of my series - I love to be in the field and I love to explore. #Quote by Jeff Corwin

#49. I would rather be the child of a mother who has all the inner conflicts of the human being than be mothered by someone for whom all is easy and smooth, who knows all the answers, and is a stranger to doubt. #Quote by Donald Woods Winnicott

#50. I applied a lot of what I knew about fishing to the dating world. I thought that women were a lot like fish in that they travel around in packs. They even go to the bathroom together--even if some of them don't need to go! The key to catching a lot of fish is to get the pack caught up in the frenzy of trying to be the one to capture the lure. When fish feed, they are motivated by one another. I have watched fish go crazy when my lure splashes across the top of the water. I have even caught two fish on one lure several times in large schools of feeding fish. However, I eventually learned the hard way that women are not like fish at all. For one, fish do not have the ability to slap your face because you're trying to land two at once. Second, fishing is relaxing and relieves stress, while dating a lot of girls at the same time is maddening. Luckily for me, I always had the woods and water to escape to when things got crazy, which seemed to happen a lot. Nothing tells a girl that you've moved on quite like a dead deer in the back of your truck or ducks on the grill. #Quote by Jase Robertson

#51. Management of anything as complicated as a woods requires more humility than comes easily to our species, at least in its American incarnation. #Quote by Bill McKibben

#52. God orders our stops as well as our steps. #Quote by Suzanne Woods Fisher

#53. My temper is not spoilt. I am absolutely non-homicidal. Nor do I ever attack unless I have been attacked first, and then Heaven have mercy upon the attacker, because I don't! I just sharpen my wits on a wooden head as a cat sharpens its claws on the wood legs of a table. #Quote by Edith Sitwell

#54. Ghosts are everywhere, not just the ghost of Momma in the woods, but ghosts of us too, what we used to be like in those long summers. #Quote by Eve Chase

#55. But before they could arrive at a consensus they came across a streampercolating through the woods.
It was a lovely little winter stream, wide and shallow and perfectly clear, twinkling and lapping along as if it were delighted to have just found this twisty channel. Wordlessly, they gathered at its edge. The rocks were capped with round dollops of snow, and the quieter eddies along the banks had iced over. A branch poking up in the middle of the stream was hung with fabulous Gothic-sculpted icy drops and buttresses all along its length. There was nothing overtly supernatural about it, but it temporarily satisfied their appetite for wonder. On Earth it would have been a charming little rill, nothing more, but the fact that they were seeing it in Fillory, in another world, possibly the first Earth beings ever to do so, made it a glittering miracle. #Quote by Lev Grossman

#56. Vividly seeing that love had always been my mother's guide, I could finally release my anger - let go of it there in the woods - and move past it. #Quote by Aspen Matis

#57. This morning about nine I withdrew to the woods for prayer. I was in such anguish that when I arose from my knees I felt extremely weak and overcome ... I cared not how or where I lived, or what hardships I went through, so that I could but gain souls for Christ. #Quote by David Brainerd

#58. I wish to learn silence from the dark woods, the unused middle rooms, from the girls in their white dresses, #Quote by Ilse Aichinger

#59. At eighteen the true narrative of life is yet to be
commenced. Before that time we sit listening to a tale, a marvelous fiction, delightful sometimes, and sad sometimes, almost always unreal. Before that time our world is heroic, its inhabitants half-divine or semi-demon; its scenes are dreamscenes; darker woods and stranger hills, brighter skies, more dangerous waters, sweeter flowers, more tempting fruits, wider plains, drearier deserts, sunnier fields than are found in nature, overspread our enchanted globe. What a moon we gaze on before that time! How the trembling of our hearts at her aspect bears
witness to its unutterable beauty! #Quote by Charlotte Bronte

#60. If you look at the gifted sportsman, like Tiger Woods, or Ryan Giggs, you can see how they have been built up to be so much more than one person could ever be. #Quote by Liz Garbus

#61. I remember there was a time when people were saying I could never win again. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#62. Wonder knows that while you cannot look at the light, you cannot look at anything else without it. It is not exhausted by childhood, but finds its key there. It is a journey like a walk through the woods over the usual obstacles and around the common distractions while the voice of direction leads, saying, 'This is the way, walk ye in it.' #Quote by Ravi Zacharias

#63. Nisbet could find much to disturb a traditional conservative even in the rhetoric of Ronald Reagan: "President Reagan's deepest soul is not Republican-conservative but New Deal-Second World War Democrat. Thus his well noted preference for citing FDR and Kennedy as noble precedents for his actions rather than Coolidge, Hoover, or even Eisenhower. The word 'revolution' springs lightly from his lips, for anything from tax reform to narcotics prosecution. Reagan's passion for crusades, moral and military, is scarcely American-conservative. #Quote by Thomas E. Woods Jr.

#64. And when the last red man shall have perished from the earth and his memory among white men shall have become a myth, these shores shall swarm with the invisible dead of my tribe, and when your children's children shall think themselves alone in the field, the store, the shop, upon the highway or in the silence of the woods they will not be alone. In all the earth there is no place dedicated to solitude. At night, when the streets of your cities and villages shall be silent and you think them deserted, they will throng with the returning hosts that once filled and still love this beautiful land. The white man will never be alone. Let him be just and deal kindly with my people, for the dead are not altogether powerless. #Quote by Chief Seattle

#65. I'm not as far along as Jack Nicklaus was at this age, but I'm trying. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#66. Not every writer needs a plan, but in my experience many believe they don't need a plan when, frankly, they do. I was that kind of writer: I thought, ha ha ha, stupid people saying I should outline or do preparatory work, those silly assholes with their misunderstanding of my genius. If you find you're lost in the woods of your own fiction and feel like giving up
it might be because you have no plan. You can retrofit one. Doing that will help put you back on track and give your current writing a jolt of needed organization. #Quote by Chuck Wendig

#67. His voice grew more remote. She wondered if he was calling from his condominium, where he'd lost his best friend, or from Avalon, where he'd lost himself. "I like you, Billie. You're a nice person. Good company. But tonight was a mistake."
She flung an arm over her eyes and swallowed the lump of tears that had lodged in her throat. "Oh? Which part? The part where you introduced me to your family and exposed yourself as coming from a perfectly average, wholesome background? Or the part where you touched me and turned me inside-out while swaying in a hammock in the rich, beautiful woods - one of the most searing sexual experiences of my life? Which part do you regret, Adrian?"
"All of it. I can't have those things with you. You know what I am."
"Yes, Adrian, I know what you are. A gentle man. A likable one. Smart. Cultured. Sexy. I know what you are."
"But the other part - "
"What about the other part? You hide behind the other part." She yanked the pillow out from beneath her head and winged it across the bedroom, furious suddenly. "Did you call to tell me I'm not going to see you anymore? Because if that's the case, hurry up and say it. Then hang up and go back to work, and don't worry one bit about me. I've been on my own a long time, and I'm tougher than you think. I won't cling to any man who'd rather be a-a - " She stumbled, bit back the ugly words rushing to her lips.
"A what?" he countered softly. "A whore? A gigolo? Go ahead and say #Quote by Shelby Reed

#68. I decided then to tell Artichoke to be ugly. To make herself as ugly as possible and not worry too much about beauty or what anyone thought of her. To be unpainted, to live in the breeze and stand under waterfalls and not be worried over the height of mountains, of quiet trails deep in the woods. To not be scared of roads slick with rain, of valleys dry in drought. I'd tell her 'no fear' and she'd know it was the deepest truth and she would be everything I was not. She would be wild and free. And I wouldn't worry because I knew the secret. That through all of her ugliness, all her hiking and running and jumping and falling and getting back up and saying no and saying what she wanted, her scraped hands, her freckled skin, her smart brain, she would of course be beautiful. #Quote by Chelsea Bieker

#69. These days I live in a magical little village on Dartmoor in Devon, England, and my "special spot" is a moss-covered rock in a circle of trees in the woods behind my house.
I often go into the woods, or walk through the fields and hills nearby, when I need inspiration, or to work out a plot problem, or come up with an idea. I think better on my feet, particularly when there is beautiful countryside around me and a dog at my side.
When I was younger and lived in big cities, I had special places there too. There's magic everywhere, if you look. #Quote by Terri Windling

#70. He wanders, like a day-appearing dream,
Through the dim wildernesses of the mind; Through desert woods and tracts, which seem Like ocean, homeless, boundless, unconfined. #Quote by Percy Bysshe Shelley

#71. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods. #Quote by Truman Capote

#72. Art has always been my salvation. And my gods are Herman Melville, Emily Dickinson, Mozart. I believe in them with all my heart. And when Mozart is playing in my room, I am in conjunction with something I can't explain - I don't need to. I know that if there's a purpose for life, it was for me to hear Mozart. Or if I walk in the woods and I see an animal, the purpose of my life was to see that animal. I can recollect it, I can notice it. I'm here to take note of. And that is beyond my ego, beyond anything that belongs to me, an observer, an observer. #Quote by Maurice Sendak

#73. It's just a matter of, for me, getting my mind where it needs to be. Certainly I've made a lot of adjustments in my life, and I've gone through a lot. A lot. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#74. Yes, I am going into the woods; I am going into the unity of all things. #Quote by Hermann Hesse

#75. I'd breed a little liberal army in the wood, just like these redneck lunatics I see at the local bar with their tribe of mutant inbred piglets. #Quote by Lou Reed

#76. Grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we're in" my poem "In a BishopsWood Clearing #Quote by Jay Woodman

#77. We join spokes together in a wheel,
but it is the center hole
that makes the wagon move.
We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.
We hammer wood for a house,
but it is the inner space
that makes it livable.
We work with being,
but non-being is what we use. #Quote by Lao-Tzu

#78. I was conscious of that moment of stepping into the woods and leaving everything else behind. That one instant when all the sounds of people, of traffic, of doors opening and closing, were suddenly gone, swallowed up by trees and ferns. It was like a curtain falling on a stage, and I waited for that moment every time. My heart opened just a little bit wider. #Quote by Lynn Thomson

#79. Everyone experiences grace, even if they don't realize it.
It's kind of like Moby's music. You could ask your average sixty-something-year-old retired banker in Connecticut if he's ever heard of Moby and/or his music and the response you'd receive more than likely would be a resounding, "No - what's a Moby?"
But if you say, "Remember that American Express commercial where Tiger Woods is putting around New York City? Remember the song playing? That was Moby."
"Oh, then, OK. I guess I have heard Moby," our theoretical retired banker in New Canaan might say.
"So ... what exactly is a Moby?"
That's like grace. Not that grace is a pretentious vegan techno-rocker, but you get the idea.
Grace is everywhere, all around us, all of the time. We only need the ears to hear it and the eyes to see it. #Quote by Cathleen Falsani

#80. The problem with the church is the church #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#81. Tears fled her eyes as she ran, and they slid into her ears, but she did not wipe them, no, she pressed forward through the many trees, keeping her eyes upon the large shadow that flew forward, almost guiding her out of the woods, but that was preposterous – so why am I following it?
What do you mean why are you following it? It's the only thing that's putting distance between you and those...monsters back there!
But what about Lord Delacroix?
What the devil about him?
He tried to keep you safe – he truly did attempt to save you -
And what did that get him? Crushed by a damned Lycan – again!
But I should still go back to save him....
I should keep moving!
But he's saved my life – I can't let him die!
Technically, he's already dead, Alexi....
Goddamn it all!
Run – run now – come back when you're safe!
Come back? With who?!
Help, of course!
Where on Earth am I going to find help?! #Quote by S.C. Parris

#82. In this circle, one thought, married, and died. Outside it were poverty and vulgarity for ever trying to enter, just as the London fog tries to enter the pine-woods pouring through the gaps in the northern hills. But, #Quote by E. M. Forster

#83. Sad to say I'm missing the Masters. Thanks to the fans for so many kind wishes. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#84. I was living a life of a lie, I really was. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#85. I see a few hands stretching out to me at the edge of the net, so I grabbed the first one I could reach and pull myself across. I roll off, and would have fallen face-first onto a wood floor if he had not caught me. "He" is the young man attached to the hand I grabbed. He has a spare upper lip and a full lower lip. His eyes are so deep-set that his eyelashes touch the skin under his eyebrows, and they are dark blue, a dreaming, sleeping, waiting color. #Quote by Veronica Roth

#86. O gods, rob not the earth of the dim hush that hangs round all Your temples, bereave not all the world of old romance, take not the glamour from the moonlight nor tear the wonder out of the white mists in every land; for, O ye gods of the childhood of the world, when You have left the earth You shall have taken the mystery from the sea and all its glory from antiquity, and You shall have wrenched our hope from the dim future. There shall be no strange cities at night time half understood, nor songs in the twilight, and the whole of the wonder shall have died with last year's flowers in little gardens or hill-slopes leaning south; for with the gods must go the enchantment of the plains and all the magic of dark woods, and something shall be lacking from the quiet of early dawn. #Quote by Lord Dunsany

#87. The woods decay, the woods decay and fall, The vapours weep their burthen to the ground, Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath, And after many summer dies the swan. Me only cruel immortality Consumes: I wither slowly in thine arms, Here at the quiet limit of the world. #Quote by Alfred Lord Tennyson

#88. Into The Woods was ... a lot of running around in the woods! I can't wait to see the show again. People didn't realize it back then, but kids still come up to me-young people-and they talk about it. It really made its mark. #Quote by Bernadette Peters

#89. The pleasures of my life here are simple – simple, inexpensive and democratic. A warm hill of Marmande tomatoes on a roadside vendor's stall. A cold beer on a pavement table of the Café de France – Marie Thérèse inside making me a sandwich au camembert. Munching the knob of a fresh baguette as I wander back from Sainte-Sabine. The farinaceous smell of the white dust raised by a breeze from the driveway. A cuckoo sounding the perfectly silent woods beyond the meadow. A huge grey, cerise, pink, orange and washed-out blue of a sunset seen from my rear terrace. The drilling of the cicadas at noon – the soft dialing-tone of the crickets at dusk slowly gathers. A good book, a hammock and a cold, beaded bottle of blanc sec. A rough red wine and steak frites. The cool, dark, shuttered silence of my bedroom – and, as I go to sleep, the prospect that all this will be available to me again, unchanged, tomorrow. #Quote by William Boyd

#90. In the spring of 1993, I married Beverly and moved to the woods. This is something I could never have imagined myself doing. #Quote by Floyd Skloot

#91. What if love is made and nothing else?
asked Narcissus, leaning over the green iris of water.

Nothing else,
cried Echo from the green cochlea of the woods.

And they were both right.
And they were both lonely. #Quote by Kapka Kassabova

#92. My woods...the young fir balsams like a place
Where houses all are churches and have spires. #Quote by Robert Frost

#93. One of my favorite clothing patterns is camouflage. Because when you're in the woods it makes you blend in. But when you're not it does just the opposite. It's like "hey, there's an asshole." #Quote by Demetri Martin

#94. It's pretty here all right, so pretty that you can get stupid looking at it and forget to pay attention to Death, who walks up wearing Yosemite as if it were a fine suit of clothes, and while you're admiring the cloth and color, there's Death standing in front of you and smiling, considering all the ways he's got to kill you. Yeah, death hides in beauty. * * * #Quote by Mark Woods

#95. There is a strange emptiness to life without myths.

I am African American - by which I mean, a descendant of slaves, rather than a descendant of immigrants who came here willingly and with lives more or less intact. My ancestors were the unwilling, unintact ones: children torn from parents, parents torn from elders, people torn from roots, stories torn from language. Past a certain point, my family's history just… stops. As if there was nothing there.

I could do what others have done, and attempt to reconstruct this lost past. I could research genealogy and genetics, search for the traces of myself in moldering old sale documents and scanned images on microfiche. I could also do what members of other cultures lacking myths have done: steal. A little BS about Atlantis here, some appropriation of other cultures' intellectual property there, and bam! Instant historically-justified superiority. Worked great for the Nazis, new and old. Even today, white people in my neck of the woods call themselves "Caucasian", most of them little realizing that the term and its history are as constructed as anything sold in the fantasy section of a bookstore.

These are proven strategies, but I have no interest in them. They'll tell me where I came from, but not what I really want to know: where I'm going. To figure that out, I make shit up. #Quote by N.K. Jemisin

#96. My grandmother is a Holocaust survivor. Some heroes of mine have long been the Jewish Partisans, these young people who just went into the woods with whatever guns and bombs and what not they could get their hands on, and just would fight Nazis, and try to help people escape. #Quote by Margaret D. Klein

#97. Thundering hooves beat the frozen ground, faster and faster as the rider whipped the horse. Snow and mud lay thick on the earth, and rogue snowflakes drifted through the night sky.
Celaena ran - swifter than her young legs could manage. Everything hurt, Trees ripped at her dress and hair; stones sliced her feet. She scrambled through the woods, breathing so hard she couldn't muster the air to cry for help. She must reach the bridge. It couldn't cross the bridge.
Behind her, a sword shrieked as it was drawn from its sheath.
She fell, slamming into mud and rock. The sound of the approaching demon filled the air as she struggled to rise. But the mud held fast, and she could not run.
Reaching for a bush, her small hands bleeding, the horse now close behind, she - #Quote by Sarah J. Maas

#98. It is technology. They all changed to a harder golf ball, so they gave up spinning on the greens. They all changed to longer drivers, bigger heads with hotter faces and lighter shafts. The problem is, the harder you hit it, the more control you lose. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#99. Let the tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil fall, soundless in the moldering woods. #Quote by Rudy Rucker

#100. Can I ask you something very personal while you try things on?"
"Yes, of course, what do you want to know?"
"…well, it's just that… I don't want to offend you," she said uncertainly.
"Oh come on, Akane, out with it!" Mitsuko prompted her, "I want to know the answer too!"
"Very well," agreed the little auburn pixie and cut to the chase:
"Where are your wings?"
The question was so unexpected that I burst out laughing.
"I had to part with them when I came down to Earth. "It's something every angel has to deal with if they're planning to spend any length of time down here."
"And what's your life like, up there?" Akane asked.
"In the Kingdom of Heaven, we live as beings of pure light." "Up there, there's no such thing as fear, pain, hot or cold. We don't know hunger, suffering, ageing or death. We have no need of food and we don't sleep. We are the messengers of God and we watch over the lives of mortals. We come to Earth often, but only as spirits, and once we've completed our task down here, we always go back to the White Woods. #Quote by A.O. Esther

#101. The woods are never solitary
they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. #Quote by L.M. Montgomery

#102. Just in general as a person, not necessarily as a songwriter, being in cities wasn't the right fit. I couldn't escape and be in the woods in 10 minutes if I needed to. I like that in Eau Claire, I can walk to a bar or a coffee shop, and there's city-ish things, but I can also drive and in eight minutes be at my parents' land outside of town. #Quote by Justin Vernon

#103. Generations hence, parents will take their children to these woods to show them how the land must have looked to the first Pilgrims and pioneers. And as Americans wander through these forests, climb these mountains, they will sense the love and majesty of the Creator of all of that. #Quote by Ronald Reagan

#104. We are rag dolls made out of many ages and skins, changelings who have slept in wood nests or hissed in the uncouth guise of waddling amphibians. We have played such roles for infinitely longer ages than we have been men. Our identity is a dream. We are process, not reality, for reality is an illusion of the daylight - the light of our particular day. #Quote by Loren Eiseley

#105. I found lines that mirrored an ache and longing I had so often felt when the beauty around my woods cathedral was too intense, when the need to grasp and keep loveliness left me with a sense of desolate frustration. #Quote by Irene Hunt

#106. It seemed such an extraordinary notion - that I could set off from home and walk 1,800 miles through woods to Georgia, or turn the other way and clamber over the rough and stony White Mountains to the fabled prow of Mount Katahdin, floating in forest 450 miles to the north in a wilderness few have seen. A little voice in my head said: "Sounds neat! Let's do it! #Quote by Bill Bryson

#107. I'm glad I got to do 'The Last Five Years' and 'Into the Woods,' which are both shows that I just don't think I could have the stamina to do them eight times a week. I just have so much respect for the women who do these vocal roles eight times a week. They're so challenging. #Quote by Anna Kendrick

#108. After endless days of commuting on the freeway to an antiseptic, sealed-window office, there is a great urge to backpack in the woods and build a fire. #Quote by Charles Krauthammer

#109. The idea that we are to be absorbed into the Deity is Gnostic in its origins and is quite antithetical to Christianity."

~R. Alan Woods [2006] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#110. He saw on the paper a picture of a man, white-skinned, who hung upon a crosspiece of wood. The man was without clothes except for a bit about his loins, and to all appearences he was dead, since his head drooped upon his shoulder and his eyes were closed above his bearded lips. Wang Lung looked at the pictured man in horror and with increasing interest. #Quote by Pearl S. Buck

#111. In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading into the other realm, her form christened by the rain as though the trees had begun to weep upon her in sadness for the brutality she had endured. (The Children of Ankh series) #Quote by Kim Cormack

#112. I always said that if I could just find a guy who could chop wood and had a nice smile, it wouldn't bother me if he was a thug or an aristocrat, as long as he was a good guy. And I've ended up with an educated thug. #Quote by Sade Adu

#113. In America, if a Democrat even thinks you're calling him liberal he grabs an orange vest and a rifle and heads into the woods to kill something. #Quote by Bill Maher

#114. I stopped living according to my core values. I knew what I was doing was wrong but thought only about myself and thought I could get away with whatever I wanted to. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#115. Where is Arland?"
"Rapunzel decided to walk around in the woods to get 'the feel of the battleground.' He won't leave the grounds and he promises to defend the inn with 'all the strength in his body.' I told him if he gets in trouble, he should try singing prettily so his woodland friends will come to the rescue. I don't think he got it. #Quote by Ilona Andrews

#116. What's the matter, don't you like surprises?"
"I like them if they're pleasant ones, and when they happen suddenly," Holly said. "But not when I have to ponder them for an hour and forty-five minutes. #Quote by Stuart Woods

#117. I might be half Derek's size, but I was the one who sounded like a two-hundred-pound beast plowing through the woods. #Quote by Kelley Armstrong

#118. If there's a noise in the woods, and there's nobody around to hear it, is it really a noise?"
"Of course it is," she replied calmly.
"How did you reach that conclusion?" Beldin demanded.
"Because there's no such thing as an empty place, uncle. There are always creatures around
wild animals, mice, insects, birds
and they can all hear."
"But what if there weren't? What if the woods are truly empty?"
"Why waste your time talking about an impossibility? #Quote by David Eddings

#119. Fishermen, hunters, woodchoppers, and others, spending their lives in the fields and woods, in a peculiar sense a part of Nature themselves, are often in a more favorable mood for observing her, in the intervals of their pursuits, than philosophers or poets even, who approach her with expectation. She is not afraid to exhibit herself to them. #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#120. Our English people are much addicted to raising idols, and then revenging themselves on their own idolatry by knocking down and demolishing the poor bits of wood and stone that they had worshipped as gods. How many literary reputations have been so treated! #Quote by Mary Russell Mitford

#121. He's gone," Sara said. "I can feel it. This time for good."

Natalie hugged her, and she started to sob. Then Harry shattered the silence with a pained yell, hurling his thermos into the woods. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I want a drink."

I hugged him fiercely. "It'll have to be one of my special chais, Harry. Have I made you a dirty one yet?"

"I want mine filthy," he said. We trudged back to the museum together, and toasted Coby with dirty vanilla chai lattes. #Quote by Lee Nichols

#122. As sorrowful, yet always rejoicing (2 Corinthians 6:10).

Sorrow was beautiful, but her beauty was the beauty of the moonlight shining through the leafy branches of the trees in the wood, and making little pools of silver here and there on the soft green moss below. When Sorrow sang, her notes were like the low sweet call of the nightingale, and in her eyes was the unexpectant gaze of one who has ceased to look for coming gladness. She could weep in tender sympathy with those who weep, but to rejoice with those who rejoice was unknown to her.

Joy was beautiful, too, but his was the radiant beauty of the summer morning. His eyes still held the glad laughter of childhood, and his hair had the glint of the sunshine's kiss. When Joy sang his voice soared upward as the lark's, and his step was the step of a conqueror who has never known defeat. He could rejoice with all who rejoice, but to weep with those who weep was unknown to him.

"But we can never be united," said Sorrow wistfully. "No, never." And Joy's eyes shadowed as he spoke. "My path lies through the sunlit meadows, the sweetest roses bloom for my gathering, and the blackbirds and thrushes await my coming to pour forth their most joyous lays."

"My path," said Sorrow, turning slowly away, "leads through the darkening woods, with moon-flowers only shall my hands be filled. Yet the sweetest of all earth-songs--the love song of the night--shall be mine; farewell, Joy, farewell."
#Quote by Mrs. Charles E. Cowman

#123. I have been fairly misunderstood by those who think only of the heart and thereby leave the mind behind. They both are vital and important aspects of our created humanity...in the image of God".

~R. Alan Woods {2006] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#124. below the trees
in the woods
i while away time
writing poetry #Quote by Avijeet Das

#125. I'm afraid of lightning, but it doesn't mean I won't walk in the rain. I fear human hunters with rifles, but that doesn't stop me from running in the woods. I also fear getting a fat ass from too much cheesecake, but that never prevented me from eating the whole damn thing. You can't let fear rule you."

-Luna #Quote by Eve Langlais

#126. I was never molested by any person but those who represented the State. #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#127. It is impossible to be among the woods animals on their own ground without a feeling of expanding one's own world, as when any foreign country is visited. #Quote by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings

#128. The birds are silent in the woods. / Just wait: soon enough / You will be quiet too #Quote by Robert Hass

#129. Her Kind

I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve-fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.

I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind. #Quote by Anne Sexton

#130. It would seem from this fact, that man is naturally a wild animal, and that when taken from the woods, he is never happy in his natural state, 'till he returns to them again. #Quote by Benjamin Rush

#131. When I consider how, after sunset, the stars come out gradually in troops from behind the hills and woods, I confess that I could not have contrived a more curious and inspiring sight. #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#132. God has given us a gift, Kate. He has made us the overseers to this magnificent planet." He opened his arms and gestured toward the woods. "Every tree, bird, flower, and field . . . God made them for us." She listened intently, hearing the passion in his voice. "But with such a grand gift comes great responsibility," he continued, punctuating his words by pointing his finger in the air. "We must take great care of this gift and respect it in His name. The same goes for people. We need to take care of each other." He dropped the stick on the ground. "I don't think the rest of the world has figured that out yet, Kate. #Quote by Sarah Price

#133. You've walked the woods today. Tell me there isna something about this land that doesna take hold of you and sink into your verra soul."
Her smile slowly faded. "It did. How did you know?"
"You were born here, Iona.
You were part of this land, just as it's a part of you. You've been gone a long time, but it still remembers you. You just needed to remember it. #Quote by Donna Grant

#134. Lottie pressed her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. She had to stop him now, before her will was completely demolished. "No. Please stop. I'm sorry."
His hand slid from her blouse, and he touched her damp lips with his fingers. "Have I frightened you?" he whispered.
Lottie shook her head, somehow resisting the urge to curl into his embrace like a sun-warmed cat. "No… I've frightened myself."
For some reason her admission made him smile. His fingers moved to her throat, tracing the fragile line with a sensitivity that made her breath catch. Tugging the peasant blouse back up to her shoulder, he retied the frayed ribbon that secured the neckline. "Then I'll stop," he said. "Come - I'll take you to the house."
He stayed close to her as they continued through the forest, occasionally moving to push a branch out of the way, or taking her hand to guide her over a rough place on the path. As familiar as she was with the woods of Stony Cross Park, Lottie had no need of his assistance. But she accepted the help with demur. And she did not protest when he paused again, his lips finding hers easily in the darkness. His mouth was hot and sweet as he kissed her compulsively… swift kisses, languid ones, kisses that ranged from intense need to wicked flirtation. Drugged with pleasure, Lottie let her hands wander to the thick dishevelment of his hair, the iron-hard nape of his neck. When the blistering heat rose to an untenable degree, Lord Sydney groane #Quote by Lisa Kleypas

#135. A 'woman on the loose' is a woman who leaves the woods where she has been growing strong all these years. She swoops out of trees, ringing her bell. She is saying, I am here now. And I am not going away.
The motto that the women on the loose adopted is: 'To improvise, surprise, and come uninvited. #Quote by Sue Monk Kidd

#136. There's something about materials like copper, woods, stone, trees, shells. You walk outside and these materials are part of the world before we touched anything. There's a feeling of pleasure that many of us have in materials that have some presence before us, like clay and wood and copper. #Quote by Jessica Stockholder

#137. You ever go up to the tee and say, 'Don't hit it left, don't hit it right'? That's your conscious mind. My body knows how to play golf. I've trained it to do that. It's just a matter of keeping my conscious mind out of it. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#138. All you have to do is pick up a baseball. It begs to you: throw me. If you took a year to design an object to hurl, you'd end up with that little spheroid small enough to nestle in your fingers but big enough to have some heft, lighter than a rock but heavier than a hunk of wood. Its even, neat stitching, laced into the leather's slippery white surface, gives your fingers a purchase. A baseball was made to throw. It's almost irresistible. #Quote by Dave Dravecky

#139. The snow fell and fell, dancing and curling like sparkling spindrifts, the white fresh and clean against the brown and gray of the world. And despite myself, despite my numb limbs, I quieted that relentless, vicious part of my mind to take in the snow-veiled woods. Once #Quote by Sarah J. Maas

#140. You should look at certain walls stained with damp, or at stones of uneven color. If you have to invent some backgrounds you will be able to see in these the likeness of divine landscapes, adorned with mountains, ruins, rocks, woods, great plains, hills and valleys in great variety; and expressions of faces and clothes and an infinity of things which you will be able to reduce to their complete and proper forms. In such walls the same thing happens as in the sound of bells, in whose stroke you may find every named word which you can imagine. #Quote by Leonardo Da Vinci

#141. In the hollow tree, in the old gray tower,
The spectral Owl doth dwell;
Dull, hated, despised, in the sunshine hour,
But at the dusk
he's abroad and well!
Not a bird of the forest e'er mates with him
All mock him outright, by day:
But at night, when the woods grow still and dim,
The boldest will shrink away!
O, when the night falls, and roosts the fowl,
Then, then, is the reign of the Horned Owl! #Quote by Bryan Procter

#142. For still there are so many things
that I have never seen:
in every wood in every spring
there is a different green. #Quote by J.R.R. Tolkien

#143. Weekend planning is a prime time to apply the Deathbed Priority Test: On your deathbed, will you wish you'd spent more prime weekend hours grocery shopping or walking in the woods with your kids? #Quote by Hal Borland

#144. Having a disability and abusive mother, I managed to graduate in college and became a purchasing manager, but my story does not stop there. My life is full of disappointments and struggles with work and relationships.

My biography will explain how my strong will kept me going and got me through the tough times in life. As a father who raised two sons and let them be themselves, he stood by their side to support and watch them succeed in life. #Quote by Shawn Woods

#145. And I felt next to nothing as I walked to the village; I paid my respects to the countryside yet was unable to detect solemn sympathy in its quiet or reproach in its stillness. Usually that road brought me miles of footage from the past: the bright-faced ten-year-old running for the Oxford bus; the lardy pubescent, out on soul-rambles (i.e. sulks), or off for a wank in the woods; the youth, handsomely reading Tennyson on summer evenings, or trying to kill birds with feeble, rusted slug-guns, or behind the hedge smoking fags with Geoffrey, then hawking in the ditch. But now I strode it vacantly, my childhood nowhere to be found. #Quote by Martin Amis

#146. When we give our heartbreak to God, he fashions it into a softer and even more loving heart."

~R. Alan Woods [2013] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#147. Does the Pope shit in the woods? #Quote by Steven A. Moore

#148. Can't live in a crazy forest that's trying to kill you without a top-of-the-line stabbing stick. #Quote by James Tynion IV

#149. We exhale together, then inhale together, exhale, inhale, in and out, out and in, until not even the trees remember what happened in the woods yesterday, until Mom's and Dad's voices turn from mad to music, until we're not only one age, but one complete and whole person. #Quote by Jandy Nelson

#150. That's the ultimate anonymity. Me in a cabin in the woods somewhere. I imagine I'll go to town once a week for groceries, make small talk with pleasant people that I will never get any closer to, and then go home." "It sounds lonely," he said. In the back of his head, he wondered if she didn't have the right idea. "You can be lonely in a room full of people. And perfectly content in a cabin by yourself. It all depends on what you're looking for in life. #Quote by B.E. Sanderson

#151. I feel like I belong to a different culture now. An older, nomadic one. I feel like I belong to the woods and stars and not at all to the houses. #Quote by Lucy Letcher

#152. I work with wood a lot. I like building. I think of building. I would love to buy land on some water somewhere and build a house. That'd be nice. #Quote by Ethan Canin

#153. The earth left to its own natural fertility and covered with immense woods, that no hatchet ever disfigured, offers at every step food and shelter to every species of animals. Men, dispersed among them, observe and imitate their industry, and thus rise to the instinct of beasts; with this advantage, that, whereas every species of beasts is confined to one peculiar instinct, man, who perhaps has not any that particularly belongs to him, appropriates to himself those of all other animals, and lives equally upon most of the different aliments, which they only divide among themselves; a circumstance which qualifies him to find his subsistence, with more ease than any of them. #Quote by Jean-Jacques Rousseau

#154. If a unicorn trotted out of the woods and stabbed a leprechaun through its tiny heart with its shimmering golden horn, she probably wouldn't even blink. #Quote by Cassidy Cayman

#155. No one should ever take them self or others too seriously."

~R. Alan Woods [2012] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#156. I did a real boot camp once which with The Thin Red Line which was learning military exercises and this was far less strenuous. I really had a blast. We were all kind of thrown into the woods and we didn't have any of the modern conveniences that we take for granted. Learned how to survive without anything. #Quote by Adrien Brody

#157. Churchill was an articulatory genius."

~R. Alan Woods [2013] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#158. If Tiger Woods slamming his club into the ground is the biggest worry wehave, our sport isinprettygood shape. #Quote by Arnold Palmer

#159. Carpe diem was the lesson to be learned. It's what I had been trying to teach Ben when I let him run ahead in the woods. Seize the day - be brave - be independent - be thoughtful - don't be scared to make mistakes - keep learning - all of those things, all the time. And somebody had taken him. More fool me. Ruth's #Quote by Gilly Macmillan

#160. It was hard to understand, and all I knew was that you had to run, run, run without knowing why you were running, but on you went through fields you didn't understand and into woods that made you afraid, over hills without knowing you'd been up and down, and shooting across streams that would have cut the heart out of you had you fallen into them. And the winning post was no end to it, even though crowds might be cheering you in, because on you had to go before you got your breath back, and the only time you stopped really was when you tripped over a tree trunk and broke your neck or fell into a disused well and stayed dead in the darkness forever. #Quote by Alan Sillitoe

#161. I'm sure I shall always feel like a child in the wood. #Quote by L.M. Montgomery

#162. I really enjoy playing 'Tiger Woods' on the Wii, and you can set the levels to easy, medium, or hard, so I think it's definitely a good way for kids to learn the motion of a golf swing if they want to get into the sport. It makes it more fun for them as well. #Quote by Rory McIlroy

#163. She would be invisible forever to all mortals, save those few who have minds to believe, eyes to see. To these she is ever present, the spirit of Nature - a sprite of the meadow, a naiad of lakes, a nymph of the woods. #Quote by Barbara Newhall Follett

#164. When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. I lived there two years and two months. #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#165. You only need sit still long enough in some attractive spot in the woods that all its inhabitants may exhibit themselves to you by turns. #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#166. Fucking hell, Woods!' squealed Decker. 'You really are retarded!' Or he squealed something similar. I was no longer listening. He now held the book aloft and was waving it around like the monkey with the bone at the beginning of 2001: A Space Odyssey. #Quote by Gavin Extence

#167. I like a man who can build things. Whittle me something out of wood and I'm sold. #Quote by Rachel Bilson

#168. The reality is that people reach for a Bible when they're feeling lost. But if they hadn't shelved it, maybe they wouldn't have gotten lost. #Quote by Crystal Woods

#169. Buddhism teaches that a craving for things outside ourselves causes an unhappy and pointless search for security. It teaches me to stop following every impulse and to learn restraint. Obviously, I lost track of what I was taught. #Quote by Tiger Woods

#170. No, I want my kids to be Tiger Woods. And Serena Williams. I dig those two. #Quote by Junior Seau

#171. Beauty is where it is perceived. When I see the sun shinning on the woods across the pond, I think this side the richer which sees it. #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#172. The definition of success changes. Success is to live your life with integrity and not give in to peer pressure to be something you're not. Follow your passion, stay true to yourself, never follow someone else's path; unless you're in the woods and you're lost and you see a path, then by all means, you should follow that. #Quote by Ellen DeGeneres

#173. During bomb drills, we students were told to crouch under our desks. Apparently the desks used in classrooms in the fifties were made of an exceptionally missile-resistant variety of wood. During the Cold War years I often wondered why it never occurred to our defense planners to protect the entire nation from nuclear attack by simply covering it, from sea to shining sea, with a huge Strategic Classroom Desk. #Quote by Dave Barry

#174. I dreamt I woke upon a boat.
A rocking boat.
A quiet boat.
On a smooth black sea we float.
Away, away
away.

I dreamt a Captain dressed in grey.
I dreamt I wore a long white coat.
I dreamt a stone caught in my throat.
I dreamt I choked
and choked
and choked.

A grey shore,
slopes decorated with dead trees and littered with our limbs.

I dreamt my legs were long and pale
made of smoke.
I choked and choked.
And when I woke I wrote and wrote
as though it all might just float
away! #Quote by Emily Carroll

#175. How we spend Christmas is of greater significance than how much we spend for it. #Quote by Suzanne Woods Fisher

#176. It all comes down to the density of the wood. Every guitar's different. #Quote by Robin Trower

#177. When I was growing up, I never understood why other kids never liked to climb trees or explore the woods, #Quote by Emigh Cannaday

#178. I think everybody gets caught up in superstitions. But I don't put much stock in them ... knock on wood. #Quote by Jason Akermanis

#179. From there Elisha went up to Bethel. While he was on his way, some small boys came out of the city and jeered at him. "Go up baldhead," they shouted, "go up baldhead!" The prophet turned and saw them, and he cursed them in the name of the Lord. Then two shebears came out of the woods and tore forty two of the children to pieces. (2 Kings 2:23-24 NAB) #Quote by Bill Deakin

#180. Let your observations and comparisons produce in your mind an abhorrence of domination and power, the parent of slavery, ignorance, and barbarism, which places man upon a level with his fellow tenants of the woods. #Quote by Abigail Adams

#181. We are all sinners who have been saved by Grace. We have not been saved from sinning, but we have been redeemed despite it".

~ R. Alan Woods [2012] #Quote by R. Alan Woods

#182. In the aftermath of destruction, a silence settles – the stillness of fresh loss. People's cheerful chatter is fainter, the blue color of sky dimmer; now that horror is undeniable and feels inescapable, the value of life seems lessened. #Quote by Aspen Matis

#183. It is as if the moon and the trees have switched places. The sky is plunged into the heavy cloud-lidded darkness that seems to come every night, but in the valley below, the trees - or the places between the trees, it is impossible to tell the source - are fully lit, glowing. The woods are alight like an ember, bluish white and cradled by the rolling hills. It's like a beacon, I think with a chill. So this is what happens when the world goes black. The forest steals the light from the sky. Cole straightens beside me, taking ragged breaths. I cannot stop staring at the glowing trees. It is strange and magical. Almost lovely. The wind song has become simply a song, clear and articulate, as if made by an instrument instead of the air. It is all a perfect dream. #Quote by Victoria Schwab

#184. Had taught him to sharpen his senses - to trust the instincts that had been guiding him south. His homing radar was tingling like crazy now. The end of his journey was close - almost right under his feet. But how could that be? There was nothing on the hilltop. The wind changed. Percy caught the sour scent of reptile. A hundred yards down the slope, something rustled through the woods - snapping branches, crunching leaves, hissing. Gorgons. For the millionth time, Percy wished their noses weren't so good. They had always said they could smell him because he was a demigod - the half-blood son of some old Roman god. Percy had tried rolling in mud, splashing through creeks, even keeping air-freshener sticks in his pockets so he'd have that new car smell; but apparently demigod stink was hard to mask. He scrambled to the west #Quote by Rick Riordan

#185. When I want to kick it up, I like to add hardwood chips or chunks to the grill; it adds bold smoky flavors. The most common woods are hickory and mesquite, but you can find alder, apple, cherry and, my personal favorite, pecan. #Quote by Emeril Lagasse

#186. It's a great battle, and it really is a battle, and there are people from all walks of life, you know, never judge anybody at the table: A man can be the greatest poker player and he might know all the numbers, but he might get beaten by a really savvy kid who works in a grocery store; and that's what's so great about this game. #Quote by James Woods

#187. The oak, when living, monarch of the wood; The English oak, which, dead, commands the flood. #Quote by Charles Churchill

#188. She pushed the button and like a miracle her head filled with the sound of Jerry Trupiano's voice ... and more importantly, with the sounds of Fenway Park. She was sitting out here in the darkening, drippy woods, lost and alone, but she could hear thirty thousand people. It was a miracle. #Quote by Stephen King

#189. You must converse much with the field and the woods if you would imbibe such health into your mind and spirit as you covet for your body #Quote by Henry David Thoreau

#190. Broken expectations aren't meant to crush our hopes, but to free us to put our confidence in God alone. They aren't meant to make us give up, but look up. #Quote by Suzanne Woods Fisher

#191. There is no mystery in this association of woods and otherworlds, for as anyone who has walked the woods knows, they are places of correspondence, of call and answer. Visual affinities of color, relief and texture abound. A fallen branch echoes the deltoid form of a streambed into which it has come to rest. Chrome yellow autumn elm leaves find their color rhyme in the eye-ring of the blackbird. Different aspects of the forest link unexpectedly with each other, and so it is that within the stories, different times and worlds can be joined. #Quote by Robert Macfarlane

#192. Oh, but you must travel through those woods again and again... said a shadow at the window... and you must be lucky to avoid the wolf every time...

But the wolf... the wolf only needs enough luck to find you once. #Quote by Emily Carroll

#193. You've been here before, Bell. Remember the stories you told me about wandering in the woods when you were a little girl? It scared the crap out of you, but you went out there all alone, knee-high to a bunny rabbit, and picked berries and climbed trees and found bird nests and came home all bug-bitten and mossy. And you loved every minute of it. It made you our beautiful Arctic Bell, impervious to cold and feared by mosquitoes. Aren't you glad you didn't stay by grandma's side, darning socks and baking gingerbread?
Who darns socks?
Girls nobody tells stories about. #Quote by Alexis M. Smith

#194. I felt the bark of the trees on either side of me as I walked. It was very soothing. Here in the LBA Woods, the trees grew very close together and when I did not walk on the path, I would reach out with my fingertips and touch their bark as I passed. The skin of the trees was warm in the sunlight, and rough, and I imagined that each tree contained a soul. Like an Ent. I knew this idea was not a true thing, but still I felt good that the trees were here. #Quote by Ned Hayes

#195. Everything I do is a direct creation of my hands, whether it is made in wood, plaster or clay. #Quote by Eva Zeisel

#196. When I am dead, I will not hurt anymore, will it Mama? ... When I am dead, build me a little monument of stones in the woods. #Quote by Alexei Nikolaevich, Tsarevich Of Russia

#197. In kindly showers and sunshine bud The branches of the dull gray wood; Out from its sunned and sheltered nooks The blue eye of the violet looks. #Quote by John Greenleaf Whittier

#198. The long-drawn virgin vales; the mild blue hill-sides; as over these there steals the hush, the hum; you almost swear that play-wearied children lie sleeping in these solitudes, in some glad May-time, when the flowers of the woods are plucked. And all this mixes with your most mystic mood; so that fact and fancy, half-way meeting, interpenetrate, and form one seamless whole. Nor #Quote by Herman Melville

#199. Woods are grim places. Farmers shoot squirrels, crows, magpies, and hang them up on trees to warn Mother Nature to get it together or else. Much notice she takes, being in league with God. They're a right pair, more carnage than the rest of us put together. #Quote by Jonathan Gash

#200. Children's laughter - carefree, giddy, maniacal - filled the woods. A nightmare version of some game from his youth. #Quote by Blake Crouch