“In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.” WaySeemsMovingTermNatureTreeWoodsMysteriousRedemptionMetaphysicalStaticInspirational NatureMysterious WaysInspiring Nature Author:John Fowles
“I have always found thick woods a little intimidating, for they are so secret and enclosed. You may seem alone but you are not, for there are always eyes watching you. All the wildlife of the woods, the insects, birds, and animals, are well aware of your presence no matter how softly you may tread, and they follow your every move although you cannot see them.” LifeWellsMayLittlesMatterSeemsEyeMovingFoundAnimalSecretTreeBirdWoodsThickInsectsWildlifeIntimidatingYour PresenceEyes Watching Book:The Gardening Year Source: The Gardening Year
“There are two kinds of music. One comes from the strings of a guitar, the other from the strings of the heart. One sound comes from a chamber orchestra, the other from the beating of the heart's chamber. One comes from an instrument of graphite and wood, the other from an organ of flesh and blood. This loftier music I speak of tonight is more pleasing than the notes of the most gifted composers, more moving than a marching band, more harmonious than a thousand voices joined in hymn and more powerful than all the world's percussion instruments combined. That sweet sound of love.” WorldHeartKindTwoMovingSpeakSoundVoicePowerfulBloodSweetThousandBandInstrumentsNotesGuitarWoodsFleshTonightStringsComposerOrgansGiftedOrchestraChamberHarmoniousHymnsFlesh And BloodPercussionMarching Band Author:Michael Jackson
“When people say "How do you write a book, how does it all happen?" I say, you line things up, and you line them up as actually as you possibly can, but sooner or later the book has got momentum and it's moving along under that momentum. It's like a sculpture, if you're working with the grain of the wood, the wood will start defining what shape it's going to become.” PeopleIfsWritingDoeBookHappensMovingLinesShapesWoodsGrainSooner Or LaterSculptureDefiningMomentum Author:Terry Pratchett
“The sand swallows burst out of their scupper holes in the bluffs and out over the transparent drown of the water, back again to the white, to the brown, to the black, from moving to stock-still sand waves and water-worked woods and roots that hugged and twisted in the sun.” StillsMovingBlackWaterWhiteSunRootsWaveWoodsHolesBrownSandTwistedTransparentBack AgainBluffs Book:The Adventures of Augie March Source: The Adventures of Augie March