Robert Burns Quotes

Naming a national forest after Ronald Reagan is like naming a day-care center after W. C. Fields.

When I moved to England, at 19, I had a rude awakening. I knew it would be chilly but when I saw leaves falling off the trees I thought someone had dropped a nuclear something!

Now in November nearer comes the sun down the abandoned heaven.

November is the most disagreeable month in the whole year.

It was the best kind of November day. Cold and crisp, but not quite freezing, not icy. Just cold enough that she could justifiably wear all her favorite clothes—cardigans and tights and leg warmers.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Above our heads exists an infinity of unfathomable fantasiastics: and fields of future fireside fables trail close behind

I love that this film [Into the Forest] has a balance.

Mathematics is a field which has often been compared with chess, but differs from the latter in that it is only one's best moments that count and not one's worst.

It isn't that greed's increased. What's increased is the realization that you've got a free field to reach out for what you'd like to do.

I am a sur le motif painter, always in-the-field, with a French easel that folds up into a box, with backpack straps on it. Many of the sites I haunt are desolately beautiful. Few other people go there. I am gloriously alone, unmolested, and absorbed in attempting to see what I am looking at.

I always enjoyed the hearty society of a snowstorm.

The wild gander leads his flock through the cool night, Ya-honk! he says, and sounds it down to me like an invitation: The pert may suppose it meaningless, but I listen closer, I find its purpose and place up there toward the November sky.

I need people to know that there is a group of people who are part of the leadership of the DNC, and I will make damn sure as a vice chair, and so will others, that we do everything humanly possible to have a level playing field.

The field of experience is the whole universe in all directions. Theory remains shut up within the limits of human faculties.

I was in the forest jumping around daffodils while everyone was high on heroin.

Whatever is in your magnetic field is attracting to itself, and so the more love in your field, the more power you have to attract the things you love.

It is from the Himalayan forests and ecosystems that I learned most of what I know about ecology.

January. It was all things. And it was one thing, like a solid door. Its cold sealed the city in a gray capsule. January was moments, and January was a year. January rained the moments down, and froze them in her memory: [...]Every human action seemed to yield a magic. January was a two-faced month, jangling like jester's bells, crackling like snow crust, pure as any beginning, grim as an old man, mysteriously familiar yet unknown, like a word one can almost but not quite define.

I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightning. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We'll talk its pensive hours away.

Come, let us hasten to a higher plane, Where dyads tread the fairy fields of Venn, Their indices bedecked from one to _ n, Commingled in an endless Markov chain!