Top 100 The Wood Quotes
#1. Put it away or use it."
I chuckled at Butch's threat. Flipping the sword in the air, I caught it with ease.
"Show off," he muttered swabbing at the wood around my chair.
Freedom Matthews
#2. Something new prowled, something voracious and well-adapted to this environment. Something bad. Even the wood seemed to shiver with fear. And, no, trees do not make a sound when they fall in the forest with no one around to hear. But just before they fall, they scream.
Robert Dunbar
#3. It was like coming home to a place that he held dear and finding that the wood had burnt to the ground and the house was in ruins.
Courtney Milan
#4. I put a hand on my chest, leaning against the wood panels of the stair wall. Rhy's hand covered my own a heartbeat later. "That's what I felt," he said, "when I saw you smile that night we dined along the Sidra.
Sarah J. Maas
#5. He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it into the wood with his boot.
We were about to become cigarettes.
Ruta Sepetys
#6. One of the places where we lived when I was growing up had this big wood out the back. And starting when I was about 8, I used to enjoy just walking alone through the wood late. Eleven p.m. Midnight. Later.
Christian Bale
#7. When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, and the awful gloom of this doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?
Seneca.
#8. Towns can be cruel and vicious -- and sorry. In the wood, in the clearing, in the sun, we will one day find and crown her and keep her: our own witch, the witch of Wiscasset, the Blueberry Queen of Maine.
Catherynne M Valente
#9. Where did you sleep?"
His mouth curled in a cocky grin at this question. "Where do you think?"
...
He turned his attention back to the wood and answered his own question, sounding a little bored all of a sudden. "On the couch.
Sophie Jordan
#10. 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 longer than you do.
Angela Carter
#11. I have done without electricity, and tend the fireplace and stove myself. Evenings, I light the old lamps. There is no running water, and I pump the water from the well. I chop the wood and cook the food. These simple acts make man simple; and how difficult it is to be simple!
C. G. Jung
#12. I long for wildness, a nature which I cannot put my foot through, woods where the wood thrush forever sings, where the hours are early morning ones, and there is dew on the grass, and the day is forever unproved, where I might have a fertile unknown for a soil about me.
Henry David Thoreau
#13. There was something strangely naked about it, like we were on a stage set, playing our parts to an audience of eyes out there in the wood.
Ruth Ware
#14. Move swift as the Wind and closely-formed as the Wood. Attack like the Fire and be still as the Mountain.
Sun Tzu
#15. The people you save won't celebrate you. They'll gather the wood and cheer while you burn.
Julie Berry
#16. The moment my bare feet make contact with the wood floor, my breath catches in my throat. Blake swivels his body around to greet me.
"Morning, roomie."
His voice is like a shot of caffeine that ignites my body. How does he do that?
Alex Rosa
#17. The temple of the sylvan goddess, indeed, has vanished, and the King of the Wood no longer stands sentinel over the Golden Bough.
James G. Frazer
#18. The echo is, to some extent, an original sound, and therein is the magic and charm of it. It is not merely a repetition of what was worth repeating in the bell, but partly the voice of the wood; the same trivial words and notes sung by a wood-nymph.
Henry David Thoreau
#19. There were moments in life, Marion thought, when you reached back, baton in hand, feeling the runner behind you. Felt the clasp of their fingers resonating through the wood, the release of your hand, which then flew forward, empty, into the space ahead of you.
Erica Bauermeister
#20. Two evils, monstrous either one apart, Possessed me, and were long and loath at going: A cry of Absence, Absence, in the heart, And in the wood the furious winter blowing.
John Crowe Ransom
#21. a veritable symphony of gastric distress that roared for more than several seconds and shook the very foundations of the wood and plaster set we were now grabbing on to out of sheer fear.
Cary Elwes
#22. Each flitch, each board, each plank can have only one ideal use. The woodworker, applying a thousand skills, must find that ideal use and then shape the wood to realize its true potential.
George Nakashima
#23. Oh, get off the cross!" V shouted when I shared my thoughts with her on the phone. "We need the wood!
Cupcake Brown
#24. You could be the Mega Mage of wizards. You could rule Minionfire.
Do you really think so?'
Yeah, but you'd have to make a deal with the wood elves.'
I don't like the wood elves.'
They're okay. They're misunderstood.
Janet Evanovich
#25. The Wood did strange things to humans, especially humans who had a distant touch of the fae within. It turned them from ordinary people into mad hermits, cannibals who ate children thinking they were made of gingerbread, and people who swore they had been asleep for one hundred years.
Kate Danley
#26. 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.
Edith Sitwell
#27. The house felt haunted, like only I understood the way all of our shadows, the ones we'd left, had seeped into the wood and stained it.
Ava Dellaira
#28. Matrona imagined her flush was made of thousands of biting ants, and the soft breeze blew them off her skin as she walked, carrying them back into the wood.
Charlie N. Holmberg
#29. Taro knelt and tightened the leather laces of his prosthetic leg. Buckles and straps kept the wood attached to his ankle.
C.M. Hayden
#30. Then there's the joy of getting your desk clean, and knowing that all your letters are answered, and you can see the wood on it again.
Lady Bird Johnson
#31. Ellie screwed a plaque into the back of one of the chairs: "His Royal Ass Was Here." Beside it, Marty scratched into the wood: "And it was fiiine." I
Emma Chase
#32. They [her eyes] were big and warm and full of light, like the sun shining on brown pools in the wood.
Willa Cather
#33. Making a film is a beautiful mystery. You go deep into the wood, and you don't want to come out of that wood.
David Lynch
#34. A guitar is a piece of wood, and if this piece is resonating in a period of 40 or 60 years, it kind of gets to know what it is after awhile ... the reason violinists play violins that are hundreds of years old. The wood learns to sing.
Dave Genn
#35. We didn't have a drill so he would burn the holes through the wood with a metal rod that he heated up in a fire. Can you imagine an ordinary crew doing that?
Marc Singer
#36. For I chase but one hind, he says, one strange deer timid and wild, and she leads me off the paths that other men have trod, and by myself into the depths of the wood.
Hilary Mantel
#37. There was just a beautiful, unearthly silence. He thought of the wood and the bluebells, the owl and the fox, a Hornby train trundling around his bedroom floor, the smell of a cake baking in the oven. The skylark ascending on his thread of song. F-Fox
Kate Atkinson
#38. The flyscreen door is torn at the edges. Fraying. I open it and knock on the wood. The sound rhymes with my heartbeat.
Markus Zusak
#39. They had found two of his uncle's men in the wood, slain, but the corpses had risen in the chill of night. Jon's burnt fingers twitched as he remembered. He still saw the wight in his dreams, dead Othor with the burning blue eyes and the cold black hands,
George R R Martin
#40. The ocean tries to flood a boat, fire wants to eat the wood, the mind wills to regret, and silence shapes a landscape more deftly than sound - all of that was true.
Christopher Bollen
#41. The sacred lives beyond labels and judgment, in the wood-of-no-names.
Rachel Naomi Remen
#42. The wood nymph instructors left me in the dust. They told me not to worry about it. They'd had centuries of practice running away from lovesick gods. But still, it was a little humiliating to be slower than a tree.
Rick Riordan
#43. The flowers left thick at nightfall in the wood
This Eastertide call into mind the men,
Now far from home, who, with their sweethearts, should
Have gathered them and will do never again.
Edward Thomas
#44. Into that charm and the gloom and the deep silence Oth moved gravely; and a solemness came on his face as he entered the wood; for to go on quiet feet through the wood was the work of his life, and he came to it as men come to their heart's desire.
Lord Dunsany
#45. There are things in the wood, things you wouldn't expect. There's a laugh behind a tree when nobody's around to make it. A flash of red from branch to branch, like a spark from a fire, but nothing's burning.
Rebecca Hahn
#46. Kathel opened his eyes as the wood he was touching went up in flames. He then realized he was still holding Mahgen's hand. He released it immediately, completely thrown by the fact that he had no brain.
-Madison Thorne Grey, Sustenance
Madison Thorne Grey
#47. At the local coffee-shop, hunched in one of the secretive, high-backed booths with hundreds of peoples' names gouged into the wood, we drank cup after cup of black coffee and talked frankly about sex.
Sylvia Plath
#48. casting smiles her way - knowing smiles. The wood creaked in laughter beneath their
MaryLu Tyndall
#49. The fair Saxon man, with open front, and honest meaning, domestic, affectionate, is not the wood out of which cannibal, or inquisitor, or assassin is made. But he is moulded for law, lawful trade, civility, marriage, the nurture of children, for colleges, churches, charities, and colonies.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#50. The Wood was about young people and the other one is more of a grown up movie.
Taye Diggs
#51. We were of the valley. Born in the valley, of families planted too deep to leave even when they knew their daughter might be taken; raised in the valley, drinking of whatever power also fed the Wood.
Naomi Novik
#52. September is the time to begin again. In the country, when I could smell the wood-smoke in the forest, and the curtains could be drawn when the tea came in, on the first autumn evening, I always felt that my season of good luck had come.
Eleanor Perenyi
#53. These three children own the summer. They know the wood as surely as they know the microlandscapes of their own grazed knees;put them down blindfolded in any dell or clearing and they could find their way out without putting a foot wrong.
Tana French
#54. The wood was silent, still and secret in the evening drizzle of rain, full of the mystery of eggs and half-open buds, half unsheathed flowers. In the dimness of it all trees glistened naked and dark as if they had unclothed themselves, and the green things on earth seemed to hum with greenness.
D.H. Lawrence
#55. I was surprised he didn't just spit the nails into the wood like Popeye the Sailor Man.
Josh Lanyon
#56. Where'er ye sojourn, and whatever names Ye are or shall be called; fairies, or sylphs, Nymphs of the wood or mountain, flood or field: Live ye in peace, and long may ye be free To follow your good minds.
Hartley Coleridge
#57. The wood creaks as I step over the threshold, a haunting sort of hello.
Paige McKenzie
#58. The wood echoed to the hoarse ringing of other saws; somewhere, very far away, a nightingale was trying out its voice, and at longer intervals a blackbird whistled as if blowing dust out of a flute. Even the engine steam rose into the sky warbling like milk boiling up on a nursery alchohol stove.
Boris Pasternak
#59. And bring me back that knife," she added. "It's my favorite one."
Kell shook his head, and freed the blade from where it had lodged in the wood. "They're all your favorite.
V.E Schwab
#60. Folding a garment often reminds me of the priests who carve Buddhist statues. They gaze intently at a piece of wood until they see the shape of the figure within it and carve the wood until it emerges.
Marie Kondo
#63. The beast plopped into the chair, the wood groaning, and, in a flash of white light, turned into a golden-haired man. I
Sarah J. Maas
#64. A young girl would go into the wood as trustingly as Red Riding Hood to her granny's house but this light admits no ambiguities and, here, she will be trapped in her own illusion because everything in the woods is exactly as it seems.
Angela Carter
#65. The soul, they say, is divine and the flesh is iniquity. But I am a musician and I ask this - without the wood and the strings of the violin, where would the sonata find form?
Kathleen Valentine
#66. A house doesn't make a home. When the place has got history, family, emotions, worries, joys worked into the wood, that's when it gets a solid threshold.
Jim Butcher
#67. The world needs to listen to the cry of the earth, which is asking for help. If you carry on killing people and you continue to destroy nature and you take out all the oil, the minerals and the wood, our planet will become ill and we'll all die.
Davi Kopenawa Yanomami
#68. I'm happy. But some beauty is nonesuch -
The gently sloping path across the wood,
The wretched bridge that's just a little skewed
And that, for which, I won't be waiting much.
Anna Akhmatova
#69. How glad I am to be able to roam in the wood and thicket, among trees and flowers and rocks ... in the country, every tree seems to speak to me, saying, "Holy! Holy", in the woods, there is enchantment which expresses all things.
Ludwig Van Beethoven
#70. Weirdly, all the wood, dark walls, moody lighting, and oxblood leather makes the room kind of soft and romantic ... I know it's anything but; this is Christian's version of soft and romantic.
E.L. James
#72. We continued to move forward without loss of time, hoping to be able to reach the wood described by the Indians before all our horses should become exhausted.
William Henry Ashley
#73. The seeds of a redwood are released from cones that are about the size of olives. The heartwood of the tree is a dark, shimmery red in color, like old claret. The wood has a lemony scent and is extremely resistant to rot.
Richard Preston
#74. Dear God!" the cook cried. "Soon all the wood on Twisted River will be pulpwood - for paper! What about toboggans is worse than paper?" "Books are made from paper!" Ketchum declared. "What role do toboggans play in your son's education?
John Irving
#75. O lovely river of Yvette!
O darling river! like a bride,
Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette
Thou goest to wed the Orge's tide.
O lovely river Yvette!
O darling stream! on balanced wings
The wood-birds sang the chansonnette
That here a wandering poet sings.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#76. Focus on increasing service. Becoming great where you are. Pile in the wood. The heat will follow.
William James
#77. You can barely make out the heavy wooden block of the contortion seat. I run my hands along it's contours, the wood grain smooth and polished from human flesh.
Adam Johnson
#78. Bad company is like a nail driven into a post, which, after the first and second blow, may be drawn out with little difficulty; but being once driven up to the head, the pincers cannot take hold to draw it out, but which can only be done by the destruction of the wood.
Saint Augustine
#79. On the top of my desk there are initials, carved into the wood, and dates ... This carving, done with a pencil dug many times into the warn varnish of the desk, has the pathos of all vanished civilizations. It's like a handprint on stone. Whoever made this was once alive.
Margaret Atwood
#80. From the solitude of the wood, (Man) has passed to the more dreadful solitude of the heart.
Loren Eiseley
#81. The means for maintaining perfect love is to accomplish frequent acts of love. Fire is kindled by the wood we cast into it and love is enkindled by acts of love.
Alphonsus Liguori
#82. Oh how the candles will be lit and the wood of worm burn in a fiery dust. For on all Hallow's Eve will the spirits come to play, and only the fruit of thy womb will satisfy their endless roaming.
Solange Nicole
#83. I'll leave the way of words to walk the wood I'll be the forest's man, and greet the sun, And feel the silence blossom on my tongue like language.
Neil Gaiman
#84. The man stood alone by the hive. On impulse he put his palm against the wood, as if feeling for a pulse.
Laline Paull
#85. If you see everything from the point of view of women being victims in some way, you don't see the wood for the trees. It is better to be a person than a woman.
Vivienne Westwood
#86. It all comes down to the density of the wood. Every guitar's different.
Robin Trower
#87. It's hard to avoid the suspicion that in seeing all the trees I missed the wood
Anton Chekhov
#88. Rude cross lay flat upon the barren earth and on it was bound a man - half-naked, wild of aspect with his corded limbs, glaring eyes and shock of tangled hair. His executioners were Roman soldiers, and with heavy hammers they prepared to pin the victim's hands and feet to the wood with iron spikes.
H.P. Lovecraft
#89. In Georgia, there was a eucalyptus tree in the wood across from Hattie's house, but the plant had been hard to come by in the Philadelphia winter.
Ayana Mathis
#90. We think the fire eats the wood. We are wrong. The wood reaches out to the flame. The fire licks at what the wood harbors, and the wood gives itself away to that intimacy, the manner in which we and the world meet each new day.
Jack Gilbert
#91. He picked up his knife and started carving again. He concentrated on the lines and planes of the wood to keep his mind from wandering too far into the past.
He had his own wounds that refused to heal.
Lorraine Heath
#92. His sister, in a big turquoise Angora sweater, leaned upon the wood frame of the open nursery door, anxiously looking out to see if he was really going to show, beaming and waving like a pastel colored TV Muppet when she spotted him.
Alan Moore
#93. I would like to go to Kalimantan island in Sumatra to see the carvings and longhouse sculptures. I've also always wanted to look at the wood carvings along the Sepik River in New Guinea.
Antony Gormley
#94. When men struggle for the single life God has given them ... even their own kind seem no more than the beasts of the wood.
James F. Cooper
#95. For in the wood these golden days Some leaf obeys its Maker's call. And through their hollow aisles it plays With delicate touch the prelude of the Fall.
Henry David Thoreau
#96. Her thoughts came to life in the stillness of the wood, nurtured by the air and the scent and the vividness of it.
Meagan Spooner
#97. Between the two desks was one of those old Chinese screens, but even this bore Jenna's stamp, as the wood had been painted
you guessed it: pink.
Rachel Hawkins
#98. We and the trees and the way
Back from the fields of play
Lasted as long as we could.
No more walks in the wood.
John Hollander
#99. Music, or a voice; just some trick of the river on stones, the breeze in the hollow oak? The wood had a million voices, changing with every season and every day; you could never know them all.
Tana French
#100. I heard voices outside our front door - a woman's, bright as polished brass, and a man's, low and dark like the wood of the table I was working on. They were the kind of voices we heard rarely in our house. I could hear rich carpets in their voices, books and pearls and fur.
Tracy Chevalier
