When you get to know someone, you find there's something nasty in their woodshed.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Sometimes it's best to speak from ignorance: that way, you can see the wood without being distracted by the trees.
The beginnings of a forest is one of the ugliest things on the planet. It's bleak and your neighbours hate you.
Whenever I met anyone who knew anything, I would bore them stiff until they told me what they knew.
In some mysterious way woods have never seemed to me to be static things. In physical terms, I move through them; yet in metaphysical ones, they seem to move through me.
The one thing I've learnt is that you don't want to be nasty about anybody, unless they've dropped dead. And the annoying thing is that most of the people that I know who've dropped dead are really great.
The woods were a boon; all too often, the forest offered danger and mystery. Yet it could be liberating. If you entered that wild place on its own terms, you might be accorded wisdom.
Walking into a room filled with people you don't know but who know you brings out your worst vulnerabilities.
It's important for us as a family to go and sit in the woods sometimes.
When you know someone, and you get to work with them, automatically there is this comfort zone which comes in.
I do like not knowing where I'm going, wandering in strange woods, whistling and following bread crumbs.
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