In the forest of primeval A school for Good and Evil Twin towers like two heads One for the pure And one for the wicked Try to escape you'll always fail, The only way out is Through a fairytale.
The Forest of Arden, where I grew up, is where As You Like It is set. It was idyllic.
In the old days, Zen was not really practiced so much in a monastery. The Zen Master usually lived up on a top of the mountain or the hill or in the forest or sometimes in the village.
But I do like churches. The way it feels inside. It feels good when you just sit there, like you're in a forest and everything's really quiet, expect there's still this sound you can't hear.
Like the creatures of the forest and the sea, I love To lose myself for a while.
If man doesn't learn to treat the oceans and the rain forest with respect, man will become extinct.
As the moral gloom of the world overpowers all systematic gaiety, even so was their home of wild mirth made desolate amid the sad forest.
I love horses. I think I may have been one of Henry VIII’s knights in another life, riding through a great forest.
The forest is a quiet place if only the best birds sing.
The dark dangerous forest is still there, my friends. Beyond the space of the astronauts and the astronomers, beyond the dark, tangled regions of Freudian and Jungian psychiatry, beyond the dubious psi-realms of Dr. Rhine, beyond the areas policed by the commissars and priests and motivations-research men, far, far beyond the mad, beat, half-hysterical laughter. . . the utterly unknown still is and the eerie and ghostly lurk, as much wrapped in mystery as ever.
A forest bird never wants a cage.
A forest of these trees is a spectacle too much for one man to see.
I've been very physical my whole life. I went out hiking and camping for days in the Australian forest, and when I trained at drama school for three years, we did a whole lot on stage-fighting techniques. And I was a dancer from 5 to 18, so I have a memory for choreography.
That was a good time in my life, in spite of having the sensation of floating on a cloud, surrounded by both lies and things left unspoken. Occasionally I thought I glimpsed the truth, but soon found myself once again lost in a forest of ambiguities.
Oh, Ma, you're looking at all the trees, and I'm not even in the forest.
Tranquil as a forest, but on fire within, once you find your center, you are sure to win.
An infinity of forest lies dormant within the dreams on one acorn.
I asked God to help me understand the story of the forest and what it means to be a tree in that story.
Any one who has stood upon a lofty summit and gazed over an inchoate tangle of deep canyons and cragged mountains, of sunlit lakelets and black expanses of forest, has become aware of a certain giddy sensation that there are no distances, no measures, simply unrelated matter rising and falling without any analogy to the banal geometry of breadth, thickness, and height.
Do not be very upright in your dealings for you would see by going to the forest that straight trees are cut down while crooked ones are left standing.