Best 381 quotes in «woods quotes» category

I probably suffered from ADHD, but they weren't so quick to diagnose it back then. For PE, they'd drop you in the woods with a compass and a pack of matches. It gave you confidence that you could rely on yourself.

I realize Tiger Woods is Tiger Woods; he's intimidating.

I really like natural, warm finishes. I like any of the natural stones, the oiled wood that is kind of a pre-finished flooring. I'm very tactile.

I suppose I get a lot of questions about Tiger. But Tiger Woods is a tremendous talent. He plays well. He has a great work ethic. He's probably as talented of a golfer as anyone who's ever played.

It is not the finest wood that feeds the fire of Divine love, but the wood of the Cross.

I think [Phil Wood] didn't suffer fools gladly, but he loved supporting young people that loved the music.

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

I think everybody gets caught up in superstitions. But I don't put much stock in them ... knock on wood.

It is a surprising and memorable, as well as valuable experience, to be lost in the woods any time.

It is much easier for me to define what makes a novel French or Russian, but defining the characteristics of an Australian novel are difficult for me as it is all too close - I can't see the woods for the trees.

I took a walk in the woods and came out taller than the trees.

It's absolutely fine when Wile E. Coyote walks in with a band-aid on his head, after a 3,000-pound rock is dropped on him. That is what Ed Wood meant by the suspension of disbelief.

It's sometimes better to pretend I don't hear the sound of somebody in the nearby woods with a shotgun.

I used anything, various materials; this is wood, and this is mixed up clay, wedged together, clay with glazes and stuff like that.

I turned my face more exclusively than ever to the woods, where I was better known.

It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.

I've made great friends through acting. When I'm with Victoria Wood and Julie Walters, we have grand fun. We can make each other howl with laughter because we know each other so well.

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.

I've known no better teacher than hunting. And what hunting has taught me is hardly restricted to the ways of wildings and woods.

I would host a show where I take famous people out into the woods every week to find Bigfoot. I would do that. And you know what? We would find him in like a week.

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

I went out into the woods for a few days. I just disconnected from everything and allowed myself to be free and be human. Because, that's what makes you really good, if you can be vulnerable, if you can be vulnerable on stage.

I would have been glad to have lived under my wood side, and to have kept a flock of sheep, rather than to have undertaken this government.

I would not be President because I do not aspire to be President. But l'm sure that a woman will be President. When? I don't know. It depends. I don't think the woods are full of candidates today.

I was interested in the electric guitar even before I knew the difference between electric and acoustic. The electric guitar seemed to be a totally fascinating plank of wood with knobs and switches on it. I just had to have one.

I wished only to be set down in Canada, and take one honest walk there as I might in Concord woods of an afternoon.

I would like to carve my novel in a piece of wood.

Knock on wood, my groupies tend to be very artistic, creative people - sometimes way more creative than I am.

Just build a classic horseshoe of wood and plaster, and fill it with statuary and curtains, then sit back and savor the beautifully blended results.

Love is enough: though the world be a-waning, And the woods have no voice but the voice of complaining.

Look for a tree stump in the woods. Compare it to love.

Love is a young green willow shimmering at the bare wood's edge

Leave the beaten track behind occasionally and dive into the woods.

Life seems like a haunted wood, where we tremble and crouch and cry.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

My philosophy is the thicker the wood the thicker the sound, the bigger the string the bigger the sound. My smallest string is a 14 gauge.

Nature in her green, tranquil woods heals and soothes all afflictions.

Men mixing with women is like fire mixing with wood.

Now Autumn's fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.

Never follow anyone else's path, unless you're in the woods and you're lost.

Of the infinite variety of fruits which spring from the bosom of the earth, the trees of the wood are the greatest in dignity.

Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile, Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court?

Of what use were it, pray, to get a little wood to burn, to warm your body this cold weather, if there were not a divine fire kindled at the same time to warm your spirit?

O nightingale, that on yon bloomy spray Warblest at eve, when all the woods are still; Thou with fresh hope the lover's heart dost fill While the jolly hours lead on propitious May.

Once upon a time, there was a little creature that was rather small and rather wicked and it lived all alone in the woods. The little creature lived in a little den, at the bottom of a little ravine, filled with not-at-all little brambles and on the edge of a forest that could only be described as really freakin' huge.

One nightingale in an interfluous wood Satiate the hungry dark with melody.

One evening when I had my wood-burning stove going I realized I hadn't thought of dessert.

Our English people are much addicted to raising idols, and then revenging themselves on their own idolatry by knocking down and demolishing the poor bits of wood and stone that they had worshipped as gods. How many literary reputations have been so treated!

Our God listens to us. Our God is a living God. He's not a block of wood you made up that's not going to answer you. My God listens to me. He answers me.

Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last: 'Twas on a tree they slew Him--last When out of the woods He came.