Wood Quotes

“To dwellers in a wood, almost every species of tree has its voice as well as its feature.”
― Thomas Hardy, Under the Greenwood Tree

“We think the fire eats the wood. We are wrong. The wood reaches out to the flame. The fire licks at what the wood harbors, and the wood gives itself away to that intimacy, the manner in which we and the world meet each new day.”
― Jack Gilbert, Collected Poems

“To say she is only a woman is to say a violin is a piece of wood with strings, and Dante is mere ink printed on paper.”
― Bruce Crown, Forlorn Passions

“Listen to me, Jez. There's no reason for you to die-"
Wood...poison."
No it isn't! Not to humans. And you're half human. You're vampire enough to survie something that would kill a human, but you're human enough not to be poisoned by wood.”
― L.J. Smith

“Maybe trees do have souls. Which makes wood a kind of flesh. And perhaps instruments of wooden construction sound so pleasing to our ears for this reason: the choral shimmer of a guitar; the heartbeat thump of drums; the mournful wail of violins--we love them because they sound like us.”
― Michael Christie, Greenwood

“The sawdust flew. A slightly sweet fragrance floated in the immediate area. It was a sweet but subtle aroma, neither the scent of pine nor willow, but one from the past that had been forgotten, only to reappear now after all these years, fresher than ever. The workmen occasionally scooped up a handful of sawdust, which they put into their mouths and swallowed. Before that they had chewed on pieces of green bark that they had stripped from the cut wood. It had the same fragrance and it freshened their mouths, so at first that was what they had used. Now even though they were no longer chewing the bark with which they felt such a bond, the stack of corded wood was a very appealing sight. From time to time they gave the logs a friendly slap or kick. Each time they sawed off a section, which rolled to the ground from the sawhorse, they would say:

'Off with you - go over there and lie down where you belong.'

What they were thinking was that big pieces of lumber like this should be used to make tables or chairs or to repair a house or make window frames; wood like this was hard to find.

But now they were cutting it into kindling to be burned in stoves, a sad ending for good wood like this. They could see a comparison with their own lives, and this was a saddening thought. ("North China")”
― Xiao Hong, Selected Stories of Xiao Hong

“One day I sat in the woods, which I found to be stunningly different than walking ‘through’ the woods. And in the sitting, the woods jumped to life with a spirited activity that I had scarcely ever seen or known to exist. And as I sat there turning this way and that in order to draw it all in, I thought that it was not the woods coming alive. Rather, it was me coming to a halt.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“At first as they stumped along the path which edged the Hundred Acre Wood, they didn't say much to each other; but when they came to the stream, and had helped each other across the stepping stones, and were able to walk side by side again over the heather, they began to talk in a friendly way ...”
― A A Milne, Winnie the Pooh

“I can taste hints of coarse-ground cinnamon, cumin, cardamom and cloves!"
"Not only that, he used apple wood for his smoke chips! Compared to cherry and other fruit trees, apple wood gives off a milder, sweeter smoke."
"Aha! I see! So that's how he was able to smoke the ingredients without overpowering the curry spices!"
"Correct! That was the perfect wood to use to highlight the coarse-ground spices he chose."
"I added the spice mix to my curing compound too. You should be able to taste the curry spices in all of the smoked ingredients."
"The toppings also show an excellent hand! The smoked egg was soft boiled to perfection, its umami flavors delectably concentrated. The yolk is practically jelly!”
― Yuto Tsukuda, 食戟のソーマ 7 [Shokugeki no Souma 7]

“What will happen to all the carpenters when all of the wood is gone?”
― Anthony T. Hincks

“The Green Man had stepped into the fire smiling a warm, yet wry smile on his brown face of living wood. She had watched his tall body, which was covered in rich brocade made of leaves, with a crown of holly bright with scarlet berries on his head, disappear into the leaping flames as though they were a cozy blanket. He was gone in a flash as the tall flames engulfed him with a loud whoosh. Tears had coursed down her cheeks while others cheered the onset of the solstice and toasted the beginning of longer days.”
― Sharon Brubaker, The Leafing

“So much the worse for the wood if it finds that it has become a violin, and I feel nothing but contempt for those ignoramuses who argue over things that they know nothing about.”
― Arthur Rimbaud

“Gold is more precious than wood, it is true.
But you cannot and will not cook with or write on gold, you cook with 'wood' and write on wood.

Just because one seems to have superior value does not render others useless.

A forest full of trees is as important as a gold mine.”
― Paul Bamikole

“Panturle was a huge man. He looked like a piece of wood walking along.”
― Jean Giono, Regain

“I have been searching all over town and have been to bars all over, been to five just on this block, I am old, tired and in my senior years and my choppers don't work well anymore -- tell me now please: Where, Oh where is the Bar tender?”
― Scott Edward Shjefte

“The smell of oak and barbecue permeate the air around the small house. Delfina uses oak for her barbecue and Mom (and me) always used hickory. People said that you could tell where North Star was solely based on the competing smells that met in the air just above the town. That little weevil of an idea pops back up. Our plot of land. It's still there.”
― Liza Palmer, Nowhere But Home

“COVID-19 caused a lumber shortage in 2020.”
― Steven Magee

“A wisdom so penetrating, emerges from the trees. On its trunk is carved the seasons and their storms it stood up to, the courage it held out against the unsympathetic felling, yet stood calm and composed. How collected it is amid the laughter of storms.”
― Jayita Bhattacharjee

“It’s better to burn in a bundle of wood than burning in a bundle of relatives in relationship.”
― Baba

“To build a fire, you need more wood.
To build a team, you need more people.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“It wasn’t the hauling of the wood that was key. It was how we stacked it. For I can possess utterly immense resources. But if they are not managed well, they will become my greatest liability.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Most trees were made of wood, and so were the rest.”
― Spike Milligan, A Book of Milliganimals

“The wood is not the fuel. The cold is the fuel. For the cold creates the passion for the fire.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“An axe, wood to split, and a determination to keep warm is enough to keep any fire burning.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“We have seen that humans have an inherent attraction to timber, and we find its presence comforting and calming. It seems that investing in a wooden bed frame may well contribute to getting a good night's sleep.”
― Oliver Heath, Design A Healthy Home: 100 ways to transform your space for physical and mental wellbeing

“The campfire that burns wood into ashes thinks it will burn the iron teapot into ashes too! The universe reminds everyone and everything about their limits!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Organizations like the World Bank and Interpol have estimated that the global scale of illegal logging generates somewhere between $51 billion and $157 billion annually. Thirty percent of the world's wood trade is illegal, and an estimated 80 percent of all Amazonian wood harvested today is poached. (In Cambodia that number jumps to 90 percent.)”
― Lyndsie Bourgon, Tree Thieves: Crime and Survival in North America's Woods

“Are you one of the dwellers in the wood? Neither by land nor by sea shall they find us. But, when the time comes, we shall find them.”
― David Sinclair, The Wolf Tamers: How They Made the Strong Weak

“Baba said wood carried testimonies to people’s lineage, the scent of generations seeping into it and gaining immortality. Fits of silence, he called those moments of withdrawal, the gratuities of the refugees, especially in old age.”
― Heena Singhal, Songs of the Reed

“With no foliage to subdue it, light blooms and burns in the wood, sending shadows of trees creeping down the slopes, over me, towards the river. It is as though their spirits have slipped from the trunks to drink.”
― Rob Cowen, Common Ground