#forest

The death of the forest is the end of our life. ↗

— Dorothy Stang

#end #forest #life #our

I know,' Jed says. I'm thrown over his shoulder and I can feel how his body shakes and I know that he is crying. For me, for Beth. And I wonder if there was ever a crueler world than this one that forces us to kill the people we love most. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#love

Would you leave your world for me?" he asks. "I might" she tells him. She wonders how the world ever fell appart with this much love in it. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#hare-moon #the-forest-of-hands-and-teeth #love

The forest is only waiting for their signal to start trembling, hissing, and roaring from its depths. An enormous, love-maddened, unlighted railway station, full to bursting. Whole trees bristling with living noise makers, mutilated erections, horror. ↗

— Louis-Ferdinand Céline

#love #noise #trees #love

Keď spoznáš lásku ... láska je to, vďaka čomu hodno žiť. Keď s ňou každý deň žiješ. Zobúdzaš sa s ňou, držíš sa jej v nepohode a po prežitej nočnej more. Keď je láska tvoje útočisko pred smrťou, čo nás obklopuje a napĺňa ťa až po okraj, že to ani nedokážeš vyjadriť. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#love #the-forest-of-hands-and-teeth #love

This land is your land, this land is my land, From California to the New York Island. From the redwood forest to the Gulf Stream waters This land was made for you and me. ↗

— Woody Guthrie

#forest #gulf #gulf stream #island #land

Millions of Americans each year use our national forests to go hiking, fishing, hunting, camping, swimming, horseback riding, and canoeing. ↗

— Ric Keller

#each #fishing #forests #go #hiking

Forests are places where we can get back in touch with our inner selves, where we can walk on soft ground, breathe in natural scents, taste berries, listen to the leaves crackling - all the senses are awakened in the subdued light and stress melts away like snow in the snow. ↗

— Pierre Lieutaghi

#nature #soul #beauty

Now fairy stories are at risk too, like the forests. Padraic Column has suggested that artificial lighting dealt them a mortal wound: when people could read and be productive after dark, something fundamental changed, and there was no longer need or space for the ancient oral tradition. The stories were often confined to books, which makes the text static, and they were handed over to children. ↗

— Sara Maitland

#forest #nature #change

Yet for the first time in three days, I want something. I want the forest lord to turn me into a cedar. The very oldest islanders say that if you are in the interior mountains on the night when the forest lord counts his trees, he includes you in the number and turns you into a tree. ↗

— David Mitchell

#japan #dreams