Woods Quotes - Page 3

I've been camping and stuff, but if you left me in the woods I'd probably just curl up and cry until someone found me.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

I like to work a lot with wood. I make furniture that falls apart. I also sew.

The common objection to seniority pay is, "It's rewarding dead wood!" My response is, "Why do you hire dead wood? Or why do you hire live wood and kill it?"

I'm higher than a hippie at Woodstock.

All through the hood, I'm grippin' wood and blowin' pine

I'm in the woods so much I can tell you which plants are edible.

I hunt deer because I love the entire process; the preparation, the excitement, and sustained suspense of trying to match my woods lore against the finely honed instincts of these creatures.

Rotten wood cannot be carved.

I have to go to the woods, and I have to meet the wolf, or else my life will never begin.

Mathematical discoveries, like springtime violets in the woods, have their season which no human can hasten or retard.

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.

We were so far back in the woods, they almost had to pipe in sunlight.

This is the first thing I have understood: Time is the echo of an axe within a wood.

I was just getting acquainted with the wood. I wanted to see if it was maple or pine.

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.

Forward, forward, men! Drive those fellows out of those woods! Forward! For God's sake forward!

It is always good to know, if only in passing, charming human beings. It refreshes one like flowers and woods and clear brooks.

Midway along the journey of our life I woke to find myself in a dark wood, for I had wandered off from the straight path. How hard it is to tell what it was like, this wood of wilderness, savage and stubborn (the thought of it brings back all my old fears), a bitter place! Death could scarce be bitterer. But if I would show the good that came of it I must talk about things other than the good.

When you chop wood, chips fly.

What is sour in the house a bracing walk in the woods makes sweet.

The wood was better before I cut it, than after. I did not improve it in any way.

There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.

A bass should sound like a bass with the thump of the finger against the wood, like it began with stand up.

When all else fails, and to stand firm seems impossible, stand on the wood of the Cross; it will float with you.