Though it’s fearful, Though it’s deep, though it’s dark And though you may lose the path, Though you may encounter wolves, You can’t just act, You have to listen. you can’t just act, You have...

The woods that I loved as a child are entirely gone. The woods that I loved as a young adult are gone. The woods that most recently I walked in are not gone, but they’re...

A lot of the drive to make narratives came from having to play by myself as a 5- or 6-year-old in the woods.

He liked the grand size of things in the woods, the feeling of being lost and far away, and the sense he had that with so many trees as wardens, no danger could find him.

Knocknaree wood was the real thing, and it was more intricate and more secretive than I had remembered. It had its own order, its own fierce battles and alliances. I was an intruder here, now,...

Much as I admired the elegance of physical theories, which at that time geology wholly lacked, I preferred a life in the woods to one in the laboratory.

I think people who don’t know the woods very well sometimes imagine it as a kind of undifferentiated mass of greenery, an endless continuation of the wall of trees they see lining the road. And...

You do not have to be good.You do not have to walk on your kneesfor a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it...

We were soon free of the woods and bushes, and fairly upon the broad prairie.

We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. We walked and looked about, or stood and looked. Sometimes, less often, we would sit down. We did not often speak. The place spoke for us...

The woods would be quiet if no bird sang but the one that sang best.

Management” of anything as complicated as a woods requires more humility than comes easily to our species, at least in its American incarnation.

Spiders evidently as surprised by the weather as the rest of us: their webs were still everywhere – little silken laundry lines with perfect snowflakes hung out in rows to dry.

You live among this ridiculous wealth and you get lost. You worry about nonsense like spirituality and inner health and satisfaction and relationships.You have no idea what it is like to starve, to watch yourself...

Until we understand what the land is, we are at odds with everything we touch. And to come to that understanding it is necessary, even now, to leave the regions of our conquest – the...

If you’re a boy, any display of sensitivity is gay. Compassion is gay. Crying is supergay. Reading is usually gay. Certain songs and types of music are gay. ‘Enola Gay’ would certainly be thought gay....

A cold wind raced across the surrounding fields of wild grass, turning the land into a heaving dark-green ocean. It sighed up through the branches of cherry trees and rattled the thick leaves. Sometimes a...

My breathe would catch at the sight of violets-so common in the woods at home, so surprising in the mountains. The violet’s message was “Keep up your courage, stay true to what you believe in.”...

When I consider that the nobler animal have been exterminated here – the cougar, the panther, lynx, wolverine, wolf, bear, moose, dear, the beaver, the turkey and so forth and so forth, I cannot but...

…we do not own these woods. They own us.

They sent the shrink round yesterday. He’s put me on Prozac. Prozac! He thinks I’m depressed.”Aren’t you depressed?”I wasn’t depressed.”You did try to kill yourself,’ I pointed out.’Yes. That’s what he said too. Apparently that’s...

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.

When her mother combed Harriet’s hair, she said that the woods were disgustingly muddy and mosquito-ridden. During her history unit on pioneers, her father bashfully admitted that he couldn’t pitch a tent, barbeque, or fight...

The tops of mountains are among the unfinished parts of the globe, whither it is a slight insult to the gods to climb and pry into their secrets, and try their effect on our humanity....

I spent the day running through the woods like a wild animal. Being chased by you is the only thing that would have made it more romantic.

Indeed, he could not be long in discovering that people beyond a suspicion of unbalance, or not obviously coveting the moment’s arrest of attention gained them by their statements, never had experience with or knowledge...

…as if Hollywood were the name of the enchanted forest where you loose yourself and find yourself, again; the wood that changes you; the wood where you go mad; the wood where the shadows life...

And she would not hold back his limbs when his heart was gone to the woods, for it is ever the way of witches with any two things to care for the more mysterious of...

The woods do that to you, they always look familiar, long lost, like the face of a long-dead relative, like an old dream, like a piece of forgotten song drifting across the water, most of...

That’s why we’re out here. We were hoping Jimmi would bring enough damsels for us all, though!

When we lose these woods, we lose our soul. Not simply as individuals, but as a people.

When you draw, you copy the world don’t you? You remake it on paper, but it isn’t the same. It’s yours. No one else could have created it just like that. When I make poems,...

Under the moon, the road that ran from the edge of her forest gleamed like water, but when she stepped out onto it, away from the trees, she felt how hard it was, and how...

The trees show definitions of themselves subtly like the face of a man.

McKay had worn the wings in the world war with honor, flying first with the French and later with his own country’s forces. And as a bird loves the trees, so did McKay love them....

I can’t understand how she could have wanted to live back here, away from everything,” said Jane. “Oh, I can easily understand that,” said Anne thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t want it myself for a steady thing...

I’m here because all fairy tales take place in the woods, King Cole, even those that don’t.

I was in a copse of pine trees, and the pine was overpowering my scent. The pheromones of the big cat mingled with the pine and I spun around. I was smelling and looking for...

Three scents accompany my memories of this place: cut wood, poppy-seed bread, and the soft, crisp smell of snow.

Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the...

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...

Still, Luce held firm to the belief that quiet and solitude were good for you, offering peace, or at least hope for peace.

In spring, 1937, of course, families still rode the rails because of the Depression, which everyone said was already in the history books as the worst ever. The jobs still couldn’t be found, at least...

The children walk away from me, flick flickety off at a tangent between thin blotched beech trunks, then turn like yo-yos at the end of their strings and come back to me” from the poem...

Hey, I took eight-thousand breaths today.” It’s just what you do.

He’d grown unused to woods like this. He’d become accustomed to the Northwest, evergreen and shaded dark. Here he was surrounded by soft leaves, not needles; leaves that carried their deaths secretly inside them, that...

Any patch of sunlight in a wood will show you something about the sun which you could never get from reading books on astronomy. These pure and spontaneous pleasures are ‘patches of Godlight’ in the...

grappling with some small understanding of this place, this time, we’re in” my poem “In a BishopsWood Clearing

sometimes falling raincarries memories of betrayalthere in the woodswhere she was not meant to betoo young she believesin her right to be freein her bodyfree from harmbelieving naturea wilderness she can enterbe solacedbelieving the powerthat...

If a tree falls in the woods when no one is there, does it still make a noise? If a girl dies in the woods when no one is there, does anyone care? If no...