“To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.”— Thomas Hardy, amazon.com
“A small grove massacred to the last ash, An oak with heart-rot, give away the show: This great society is going to smash; They cannot fool us with how fast they go, How much they cost each other and the gods. A culture is no better than its woods.”— W. H. Auden, amazon.com
“Modern life seems set up so that we can avoid loneliness at all costs, but maybe it’s worthwhile to face it occasionally. The further we push aloneness away, the less are we able to cope with it, and the more terrifying it gets.”— Michael Finkel, amazon.com
“Nothing is more beautiful than the loveliness of the woods before sunrise.”— George Washington Carver, amazon.com
“I find myself walking softly on the right undergrowth beneath the trees, not wanting to crack a twig, to crush or disturb anything in the least--for there is such a sense of stillness and peace that the wrong sort of movement, even one's very presence, might be fest as an intrusion, and, so to speak…”— Oliver Sacks, amazon.com
“The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.”— Robert Frost, poetryfoundation.org
“The woods. Unlike beaches, the woods aren’t typically associated with blow-your-mind sex, so you arrive with much lower expectations. All you need is a double sleeping bag, a campfire, and the occasional odd animal sound to make you and your sweetie cling to each other.”— Francesca Castagnol, health.com
“Sometimes you're walking through the woods when a stick leaps into the air and strikes you across the back and shoulders several times, then flies away lost in the underbrush.”— Peter Rock, amazon.com
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.”— Henry David Thoreau, amazon.com
“And it’s finally only in the woods you get that nostalgia for 'cities' at last, you dream of long gray journeys to cities where soft evenings’ll unfold like Paris but never seeing how sickening it will be because of the primordial innocence of health and stillness in the wilds — So I tell myself 'Be…”— Jack Kerouac, amazon.com