These Woodland quotes will inspire you.
A collection of motivating, happy, and encouraging Woodland quotes, Woodland sayings, and Woodland proverbs.
Best Woodland Quotes
- “There is a serene and settled majesty to woodland scenery that enters into the soul and delights and elevates it, and fills it with noble inclinations.” ~ Washington Irving
- “The charm of a woodland road lies not only in its beauty but in anticipation. Around each bend may be a discovery, an adventure.” ~ Dale Rex Coman
- “When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold, Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold; When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind is in the West, Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!” ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
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“I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home. I thus dispose of the superfluous and see things as they are, grand and beautiful.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
- “I love the sound of the wind in the trees and the song of the birds and the shuffle in the leaves of my many woodland friends.” ~ Jason Mraz
- “Its about cherishing the woodland at the bottom of your garden or the stream that runs through it. It affects every aspect of life.” ~ David Attenborough
- “A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart.” ~ Hal Borland
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“I come to my solitary woodland walk as the homesick go home.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
- “In the country It seems as if every tree Said to me ‘Holy! Holy!’ Who can ever express The ecstasy of the woods! Almighty One, In the woods I am blessed. Happy every one in the woods. Every tree speaks through Thee. O God! What glory in the woodland.” ~ Ludwig van Beethoven
- “The snowdrop and primrose our woodlands adorn, and violets bathe in the wet o’ the morn.” ~ Robert Burns
- “May the countryside and the gliding valley streams content me. Lost to fame, let me love river and woodland.” ~ Virgil
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“J.T Woodland, known as “the cute one” in The Corporation’s seventh-grade boy band, Boyz Will B Boyz. Due to the success of their triple-platinum hit, “Let Me Shave Your Legs Tonight, Girl,” Boyz Will B Boyz ruled the charts for a solid eleven months before hitting puberty and losing ground to Hot Vampire Boyz.” ~ Libba Bray
- “And oft I heard the tender dove In firry woodlands making moan.” ~ Alfred Lord Tennyson
- “The naturalist is a civilized hunter. He goes alone into the field or woodland and closes his mind to everything but that time and place, so that life around him presses in on all the senses and small details grow in significance. He begins the scanning search for which cognition was engineered. His mind becomes unfocused, it focuses on everything, no longer directed toward any ordinary task or social pleasantry.” ~ E. O. Wilson
- “October arrives in a swirl of fragrant blue leaf smoke, the sweetness of slightly frosted MacIntosh apples, and little hard acorns falling. We are in the midst of cool crisp days, purple mists, and Nature recklessly tossing her whole palette of dazzling tones through fields and woodlands.” ~ Jean Hersey
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“Every farm woodland, in addition to yielding lumber, fuel and posts, should provide its owner a liberal education. This crop of wisdom never fails, but it is not always harvested.” ~ Aldo Leopold
- “Sometimes by a woodland stream he watched the water rush over the pebbled bed, its tiny modulations of bounce and flow. A woman’s body was like that. If you watched it carefully enough you could see how it moved to the rhythm of the world, the deep rhythm, the music below the music, the truth below the truth. He believed in this hidden truth the way other men believed in God or love, believed that truth was in fact always hidden, that the apparent, the overt, was invariably a kind of lie.” ~ Salman Rushdie
- “Developers have the attention spans of slightly moronic woodland creatures.” ~ Linus Torvalds
- “Narrative should flow as flows the brook down through the hills and the leafy woodlands…a brook that never goes straight for a minute, but goes and goes briskly, sometimes ungrammatically, and sometimes fetching a horseshoe of ¾ of a mile around and at the end of the circuit flowing within a yard of the path that it traversed an hour before; but always going and always following at least one law, always loyal to that law, the law of narrative, which has no law. Nothing to do but make the trip; the how of it is not important, so that the trip is made.” ~ Mark Twain
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“In this world of lies, Truth is forced to fly like a scared white doe in the woodlands; and only by cunning glimpses will she reveal herself, as in Shakespeare and other masters of the great Art of Telling the Truth, even though it be covertly, and by snatches.” ~ Herman Melville
- “Yet in the blood of man there is a tide, an old sea-current, rather, that is somehow akin to the twilight, which brings him rumours of beauty from however far away, as drift-wood is found at sea from islands not yet discovered; and this spring-tide or current that visits the blood of man comes from the fabulous quarter of his lineage, from the legendary, of old; it takes him out to the woodlands, out to the hills; he listens to ancient song.” ~ Lord Dunsany
- “Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough.” ~ A. E. Housman - “Books! tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There’s more of wisdom in it.” ~ William Wordsworth
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“Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again.” ~ A. E. Housman
- “The world of life, of spontaneity, the world of dawn and sunset and starlight, the world of soil and sunshine, of meadow and woodland, of hickory and oak and maple and hemlock and pineland forests, of wildlife dwelling around us, of the river and its wellbeing–all of this [is] the integral community in which we live.” ~ Thomas Berry
- “Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.” ~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
- “The April rain, the April rain,
Comes slanting down in fitful showers,
Then from the furrow shoots the grain,
And banks are fledged with nestling flowers;
And in grey shawl and woodland bowers
The cuckoo through the April rain
Calls once again.” ~ Mathilde Blind -
“It is an ill thing to meet a man you thought dead in the woodland at dusk.” ~ Robert E. Howard
- “The silken rush of woodland waters and the scoured shapes of the desert – these and countless other treasures we owe to those farsighted enough to have preserved the public lands that make up our inheritance.” ~ T. H. Watkins
- “Strawberries that in gardens grow
Are plump and juicy fine,
But sweeter far as wise men know
Spring from the woodland vine.
No need for bowl or silver spoon,
Sugar or spice or cream,
Has the wild berry plucked in June
Beside the trickling stream.
One such to melt at the tongue’s root,
Confounding taste with scent,
Beats a full peck of garden fruit:
Which points my argument.” ~ Robert Graves - “In America the most widespread type of forest is the evergreen coniferous woodland of the north.” ~ Ellsworth Huntington
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“After Nashville sushi and a long debate on Bob Dylan, we went into Woodland Studios at 10 pm that night for a look around, and jammed for 5 hours solid.” ~ Robyn Hitchcock
- “My favourite plant is the foxglove. I think they are a perfect balance between being a garden plant and a wild plant, as at home in woodland as they are in a city.” ~ Clive Anderson
- “Elena had always felt like the center of her own world – who doesn’t? The world arranged itself around her like petals around the stem of a flower. This way the meadows, that way the woodland. Over here, the baryn’s estate, out there, the hills that hug the known world close and imply a world at beyond. She could never come up with the edge of a world, because it always kept going on beyond. She moved the center of the world as she walked. The world was balanced on her head.” ~ Gregory Maguire
- “Heartless though it may seem to some, among the least harmful things to eat are sustainably culled wild animals. In the absence of natural predators, deer populations in parts of Britain have reached such dense numbers that the woodlands they browse fail to regenerate.” ~ Tristram Stuart
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“Books entered my house under cover of night, from the four winds, smuggled in by woodland creatures, and then they never left. Books collected on every surface; I believe that somehow they managed to breed” ~ Luc Sante
- “The linden, in the fervors of July,
Hums with a louder concert. When the wind
Sweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,
As when some master-hand exulting sweeps
The keys of some great organ, ye give forth
The music of the woodland depths, a hymn
Of gladness and of thanks.” ~ William C. Bryant - “A second blow of many flowers appears, flowers faintly tinged and breathing no perfume; but fruits, not blossoms, form the woodland wreath that circles Autumn’s brow.” ~ James Grahame
- “The shy little Mayflower weaves her nest, But the south wind sighs o’er the fragrant loam, And betrays the path to her woodland home.” ~ Sarah Helen Whitman
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“Something about her suggested that her leisure activities included wrestling large woodland animals and banging bricks together.” ~ Maureen Johnson
- “Kate, perhaps you need to explain to your significant other that he is in no position to give me orders. Last time I checked, his title was Beast Lord, which is a gentle euphemism for a man who strips nude at night and runs around through the woods hunting small woodland creatures. I’m a premier Master of the Dead. I will go where I please.” ~ Ilona Andrews
- “I like living in the city where I have all my books and music and can go out to buy that night’s dinner or easily see a band. But I also like the wild places, especially hiking in the desert and the Eastern woodlands. Do I have to choose?” ~ Charles de Lint
- “When bow-hunting, you find you get closer to the woodland critters. The flora and the forest floor becomes clearer. You look at things more closely. You’re moreaware. You know the limited range of the bow is only 40 yards or so. You must try to outwait that approaching deer. Careful not to make the slightest movement or sound hoping that your scent won’t suddenly waft his way. That’s when you’ll know for sure and appreciate deeply what bow-hunting is all about.” ~ Fred Bear
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“I can sometimes gaze out of the window, at the sheep, ponies, grazing deer, and numerous woodland folk. It’s a wonderful setting in which to write. I live on a dirt road, miles from anywhere, with no neighbors.” ~ Raymond Buckland
- “Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.Now, of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.” ~ A. E. Housman - “We used to say I don’t care if I never have any money As long as I have my sweet honey and a shack in the woodland Now we say I don’t care if I don’t have money, but it’s not true We can’t live without money, no, because we don’t want to We want one of those and two of those, and oh that one looks neat, wrap it up Put it on my MasterCard. Put it on my Visa And I sing it now, hey hey, hey hey, who woulda thunk it Hey hey, hey hey, who woulda thunk it.” ~ Greg Brown
- “Having become conscious of the truth he once perceived, man now sees only the awfulness or the absurdity of existence, he now understands the symbolic element in Ophelia’s fate, he now recognizes the wisdom of the woodland god, Silenus: it nauseates him.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche
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“Women want a man who is sensitive, but god forbid you can’t get it up after being frightened by a small woodland animal.” ~ Dov Davidoff
- “Let’s go. We’re supposed to rendezvous with the Captain at the lake. Oh, and try to keep the noise down. You sound like a panicked moose crashing through the woods,” the smarter man chided. “Oh yeah. Like you could hear me over your specially trained ‘woodland-animal footsteps,'” Rough Voice countered. “It was like listening to two deer humping each other.” ~ Maria V. Snyder
- “The most unhappy thing about conservation is that it is never permanent. Save a priceless woodland or an irreplaceable mountain today, and tomorrow it is threatened from another quarter.” ~ Hal Borland
- “The charming landscape which I saw this morning is indubitably made up of some twenty or thirty farms. Miller owns this field, Locke that, and Manning the woodland beyond. But none of them owns the landscape. There is property in the horizon which no man has but he whose eye can integrate all parts, that is, the poet. This is the best part of these men’s farms, yet to this their warranty-deeds give no title.” ~ Ralph Waldo Emerson
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“Here hills and vales, the woodland and the plain Here earth and water seem to strive again, Not chaos-like together crushed and bruised, But, as the world, harmoniously confused: Where order in variety we see, And where, though all things differ, all agree.” ~ Alexander Pope
- “I have such disdain for anybody who gets joy out of blowing the stuffing out of a little woodland creature, that I don’t really care if any of them gets shot.” ~ Bill Maher
- “I already, and for weeks afterward, felt my nature the coarser for this part of my woodland experience, and was reminded that ourlife should be lived as tenderly and daintily as one would pluck a flower.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
- “I think doing a female Elf in the Woodland realm was a bit safer, because we haven’t met one of those yet.” ~ Evangeline Lilly
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“Wood’s not natural mulch for a woodland garden. Do you see forest trees shatter into a zillion pieces and fall? No. They fall, then decompose, then spread.” ~ Janet Macunovich
- “In the spangled sky, the rainbow, the woodland hung with diamonds, the sward sown with pearly dew, the rosy dawn, the golden clouds of even, the purple mountains, the hoary rock, the blue boundless main, Nature’s simplest flower, or some fair form of laughing child or lovely maiden, we cannot see the beautiful without admiring it.” ~ Thomas Guthrie
- “‘The Lorax,’…it’s a mythical, woodland creature, right, who’s for saving trees. He speaks for the trees because no one else can. Kind of the way conservatives speak for fetuses.” ~ Bill Maher
- “your lives be as full and happy as ours, and may the seasons be kind to you and your friends. The door of our Abbey is always open to any travelers roaming the dusty path between the woodlands and the plains.” ~ Brian Jacques
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“Can anything compare to the sight of the first yellow violets blooming along a woodland path? These most fragile of plants are yet hardy enough to bloom when nights are still frosty and snow still lingers in the ravines.” ~ Howard Evans
- “In Pennsylvania, I love the Nemacolin Woodlands Resort in Farmington. It’s a scenic area. We also enjoy visiting the Laurel Highlands in Western Pennsylvania. The mountains are really something to be seen, and it’s a great area to be outside.” ~ Troy Polamalu
- “I’ve a pocket full of dreams to sell,” said Teddy, whimsically,… “What d’ye lack? What d’ye lack? A dream of success–a dream of adventure–a dream of the sea–a dream of the woodland–any kind of a dream you want at reasonable prices, including one or two unique little nightmares. What will you give me for a dream?” ~ Lucy Maud Montgomery
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“Where is Arland?” “Rapunzel decided to walk around in the woods to get ‘the feel of the battleground.’ He won’t leave the grounds and he promises to defend the inn with ‘all the strength in his body.’ I told him if he gets in trouble, he should try singing prettily so his woodland friends will come to the rescue. I don’t think he got it.” ~ Ilona Andrews
- “And beyond the timeless meadows and emerald pastures, the rabbit holes and moss-covered oak and rowan trees and the “slippy sloppy” houses of frogs, the woodland-scented wind rushed between the leaves and blew around the gray veil that dipped below the fells, swirling up in a mist, blurring the edges of the distant forest. (View from Windermere in the Lake District)” ~ Susan Branch
- “[V]ariety of climate should always go with stability of abode…. an Englishman’s house is not only his castle; it is his fairy castle. Clouds and colours of every varied dawn and eve are perpetually touching and turning it from clay to gold, or from gold to ivory. There is a line of woodland beyond a corner of my garden which is literally different on every one of the three hundred and sixty-five days. Sometimes it seems as near as a hedge, and sometimes as far as a faint and fiery evening cloud.” ~ Gilbert K. Chesterton
