#forest

Your soul is a dark forest. But the trees are of a particular species, they are genealogical trees. ↗

— Marcel Proust

#forest #genealogical #particular #soul #species

All the beasts in Howling Forest were safe in their caves, nests, and burrows. ↗

— Michael Ende

#caves #forest #howling #nests #safe

The Negro people of America... have cut our forests, tilled our fields, built our railroads, fought our battles, and in all of their trials they have manifested a simple faith, a grateful heart, a cheerful spirit, and an undivided loyalty . ↗

— Mordecai Wyatt Johnson

#battles #built #cheerful #cut #faith

If the weather is good I go into the nearby wood - there I am painting a small beech forest (in the sun) with a few conifers mixed in. This takes until 8 'o clock. ↗

— Gustav Klimt

#clock #few #forest #go #good

And the camera position, the organization, looking for repeating forms, shapes, trying to set up a visual rhythm seemed to come very natural. All of a sudden I was in a forest of aluminum and steel rather than a forest that we might think of in a traditional sense. ↗

— John Sexton

#come #forest #forms #i #looking

Having photographed the landscape for a number of years and specifically working with trees and in the forest I found, without consciously thinking about it, that it was a great learning experience for me in terms of organizing elements. ↗

— John Sexton

#consciously #elements #experience #forest #found

All forests have their own personality. I don't just mean the obvious differences, like how an English woodland is different from a Central American rain forest, or comparing tracts of West Coast redwoods to the saguaro forests of the American Southwest... they each have their own gossip, their own sound, their own rustling whispers and smells. A voice speaks up when you enter their acres that can't be mistaken for one you'd hear anyplace else, a voice true to those particular tress, individual rather than of their species. ↗

— Charles de Lint

#gossip

She prays to God, but He's silent. She searches for guidance, but the forest only moans. ↗

— Carrie Ryan

#hare-moon #tabitha #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