{"quotes":[{"text":"Even if one tree falls down it wouldn't affect the entire forest.","author":"Chen Shui-bian","tags":["tree","forest","down "],"id":1946,"author_id":"Chen+Shui-bian"},{"text":"The trail through the pines and beech trees was bright red. He was surprised the other human couldn’t see it. She was walking slowly, not far from him. He could smell the moisture on her hot skin. She hadn’t noticed his presence yet. She stopped in her tracks and he moved silently behind a cluster of moss-covered rocks. She turned and he saw her face.Oh no not her…he thought before turning and bolting back the way he came.","author":"Amy Kuivalainen","tags":["forest","magic","trail"],"id":4922,"author_id":"Amy+Kuivalainen"},{"text":"Witches escape to the forest to listen to the whispers of nature itself...","author":"Dacha Avelin","tags":["forest","natural-witch","nature","old-world-witchcraft","witch","witchcraft"],"id":10300,"author_id":"Dacha+Avelin"},{"text":"From the vast, invisible ocean of moonlight overhead fell, here and here, a slender, broken stream that seemed to plash against the intercepting branches and trickle to earth, forming small white pools among the clumps of laurel. But these leaks were few and served only to accentuate the blackness of his environment, which his imagination found it easy to people with all manner of unfamiliar shapes, menacing, uncanny, or merely grotesque.He to whom the portentous conspiracy of night and solitude and silence in the heart of a great forest is not an unknown experience needs not to be told what another world it all is - how even the most commonplace and familiar objects take on another character. The trees group themselves differently; they draw closer together, as if in fear. The very silence has another quality than the silence of the day. And it is full of half-heard whispers, whispers that startle - ghosts of sounds long dead. There are living sounds, too, such as are never heard under other conditions: notes of strange night birds, the cries of small animals in sudden encounters with stealthy foes, or in their dreams, a rustling in the dead leaves - it may be the leap of a wood rat, it may be the footstep of a panther. What caused the breaking of that twig? What the low, alarmed twittering in that bushful of birds? There are sounds without a name, forms without substance, translations in space of objects which have not been seen to move, movements wherein nothing is observed to change its place. Ah, children of the sunlight and the gaslight, how little you know of the world in which you live! ('A Tough Tussle').","author":"Ambrose Bierce","tags":["atmosphere","dark","darkness","forest","moon","moonlight","night","silence"],"id":12029,"author_id":"Ambrose+Bierce"},{"text":"We don't want to focus on the trees (or their leaves) at the expense of the forest.","author":"Douglas R. Hofstadter","tags":["forest","trees"],"id":16605,"author_id":"Douglas+R.+Hofstadter"},{"text":"Twenty minutes into our walk away from the wall put us deep in a forest of fir, pine, cottonwood, and aspen trees. The lush forest floor was alive and danced with shadows cast from an endless parade of swaying trees. As we approached early evening it was cool and peaceful. The sound of the trees moving in the wind high above seemed like a friendly traveling companion, calling us farther and farther into the depths of the forest.","author":"Patrick Carman","tags":["beautiful-writing","forest","imagery","trees"],"id":17364,"author_id":"Patrick+Carman"},{"text":"Old is the tree and the fruit good,Very old and thick the wood.Woodman, is your courage stout?Beware! The root is wrapped aboutYour mother's heart, your father's bones;And like the mandrake comes with groans.","author":"Robert Louis Stevenson","tags":["father","forest","mandrake","mother","wood","woodsman"],"id":19309,"author_id":"Robert+Louis+Stevenson"},{"text":"It would seem from this fact, that man is naturally a wild animal, and that when taken from the woods, he is never happy in his natural state, 'till he returns to them again.","author":"Benjamin Rush","tags":["forest","nature","society","woods"],"id":21614,"author_id":"Benjamin+Rush"},{"text":"Sentinels of treesbreathe life into bodies of earthly fleshAs their mighty arms reach to the starswe join in their quest for Helios’s mighty powerLike sentinels, we seek our placein the forest of nature’s gentle breath.","author":"Ramon Ravenswood","tags":["cosmic","earth","forest","helios","metaphysics","mind-body-spirit","mother-earth","nature","poem","poetry","sentinels","spirituality","sun","trees"],"id":21830,"author_id":"Ramon+Ravenswood"},{"text":"When you are good at despising little things, you are likely to throw away the tiny match stick that has the potential of putting the entire forest on fire! Little things do carry heavy potentials!","author":"Israelmore Ayivor","tags":["begin","begin-small","bush-fire","fire","food-for-thought","forest","heavy","heavy-weights","israelmore-ayivor","little","little-things","match-stick","potent","potential","potentials","start-small","tiny","try-again","weights"],"id":24202,"author_id":"Israelmore+Ayivor"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":207,"pages":21,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}