The forest did not tolerate frailty of body or mind. Show your weakness, and it would consume you without hesitation.
Tahir ShahStichwörter: danger weakness forest jungle
Forest who is in love with fire will wear black wedding gown in her wedding.
Mehmet Murat ildanStichwörter: forest
Vatra je duh svijeće, a iskrenost je duh čovjeka. Bez duha neće biti svjetlosti, već samo tama.
Mehmet Murat ildanStichwörter: forest
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 MitchellWhen a man in a forest thinks he is going forward in a straight line, in reality he is going in a circle, I did my best to go in a circle, hoping to go in a straight line.
Samuel BeckettStichwörter: wit logic forest part-i beckett malone-dies molloy page-94 part-1 sly the-unnamable
A hidden spark of the dream sleeps
In the forest and waits
In the celestial spheres of the brain.
Stichwörter: wisdom poetry dreams literature brain forest thoughts celestial spark quotes-that-make-sense waits poetry-quotes quotes-to-live-by literature-quotes dejan-stojanovic circling sphere
Go to forest to meet the wise green friends!
Mehmet Murat ildanStichwörter: forest
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 CélineStichwörter: love trees forest noise
A great whispering noise began to rise in the woods on either side of the tracks, as if the forest had just noticed we were there and was commenting on it.
Stephen KingStichwörter: stephen-king forest woods noise noticed the-body tracks commenting different-seasons
Sleeping In The Forest
I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
Stichwörter: poetry nature forest
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