“I don't mean what other people mean when they speak of a home, because I don't regard a home as a...well, as a place, a building...a house...of wood, bricks, stone. I think of a home as being a thing that two people have between them in which each can...well, nest.” PeopleThinkingWellsMeanTwoHomeHouseSpeakBuildingStonesRegardWoodsBricksNests Book:The Night of the Iguana Source: The Night of the Iguana
“On his first hand he wore rings of stone, Iron, Amber, Wood and Bone. There were rings unseen on his second hand, One was blood in a flowing band, One was air all whisper thin, And the ring of ice had a flaw within. Full faintly shone the ring of flame, And the final ring was without name.” FirstsHandsNamesAirBloodBandStonesFinalsWoodsBonesRingsIceFlamesIronFlawsUnseenAmberSecond Hand Author:Patrick Rothfuss
“I am growing stronger. I am a stone being excavated by the slow passage of water; I am wood charred by a fire.” WaterFireGrowingStonesStrongerWoodsPassagesGrowing Stronger Author:Lauren Oliver
“Music, the greatest good that mortals know, And all of heaven we have below. Music can noble hints impart, Engender fury, kindle love; 40 With unsuspected eloquence can move, And manage all the man with secret art. When Orpheus strikes the trembling lyre The streams stand still, the stones admire; The listening savages advance, The world and lamb around him trip The bears in aukward measures leap, And tigers mingle in the dance The moving woods attended as he played And Rhodope was left without a shade.” KnowsMenWorldArtStillsMovingLeftHeavenSecretMusicHe ManListeningBearsStonesWoodsNobleStrikesAdmireManageMortalsStreamsLeapShadeSavagesTigersFuryHintsEloquenceLambsTremblingImpartKindlesOrpheus Author:Joseph Addison
“Man has used human rhythmic movement as raw material out of which to create works of art, as the composer of music uses sound, the sculptor uses stone and wood, the painter his pigments, and the writer - words.” MenHumansArtUseUsedSoundMovementMaterialsStonesDanceWoodsPainterWorks Of ArtComposerSculptorsRaw MaterialsPigment Author:Ted Shawn
“The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it's only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.” PeopleBelieveWellsIdeasRealLastsDiesBeliefPerfectPowerfulFantasyImagineIgnoranceConceptsStonesWoodsChokeUnreal Book:Choke: A Novel Source: Choke: A Novel
“When we were in the woods beyond Gowbarrow Park we saw a few daffodils close to the waterside. But as we went along there were more and yet more and at last under the boughs of the trees, we saw that there was a long belt of them along the shore, about the breadth of a county turnpike toad. I never saw daffodils so beautiful. They grew about the mossy stones about and about them, some rested their heads upon these stones as on a pillow for weariness and the rest tossed and reeled and danced and seemed as if they verily laughed with the wind that blew upon them over the lake.” IfsLongLastsBeautifulWalksSawsTreeJourneyWindGrewSpringStonesWoodsWanderParksLakesMarchShoreLaughedHikingBeltsPillowCountySpringtimeTrekkingStrollingWearinessSaunteringBreadthToadsDaffodil Author:Dorothy Wordsworth
“Who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail, The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale, The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones, The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones, Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet, If human souls did never kiss and greet?” IfsMenHumansSoulEarthScienceSweetFlowerKissingRiversStonesGreenFruitFishesWoodsSeedsToneMailHarvestHuman SoulMeltingMeadowsPebblesPulp Author:John Keats
“God is nearer to me than I am to myself; He is just as near to wood and stone, but they do not know it.” KnowsStonesPhilosophicalWoods Author:Meister Eckhart