Ferns Quotes

“... the world can give you these glimpses as well as fairy tales can--the smell of rain, the dazzle of sun on white clapboard with the shadows of ferns and wash on the line, the wildness of a winter storm when in the house the flame of a candle doesn't even flicker.”
― Frederick Buechner, Telling the Truth: The Gospel as Tragedy, Comedy, and Fairy Tale

“Sadie scanned the wild tangle of greenery surrounding them. Ferns were striving towards the light, spiraled stems uncoiling into fronds. The sweet scent of honeysuckle mingled with the earthiness of recent rain. Summer rain. She'd always loved that smell, even more so when Bertie told her it was caused by a type of bacteria. It proved that good things could come from bad if the right conditions were applied. Sadie had a vested interest in believing that was true.”
― Kate Morton, The Lake House

“The ferns are silvery in the moonlight, the woods full of shifting shadows.”
― Holly Black, The Stolen Heir

“She surveyed the undergrowth and focused on a cluster of fern fronds curled tightly against the new life they had been given. She often wondered why the fern’s new existence was so firmly wound up. But she questioned their response no longer. Oaklee felt every muscle in her body want to curl up in self-protection, to comfort the pain, anger, and fear.”
― Jesikah Sundin, Elements

“I built a stone sittin' ledge around the natural spring, which I'm calling the gazing pool because it's mesmerizing. The bees love it, too. I often see them flying near it, and sometimes, and I know this sounds strange, they seem to take on a golden shimmer when they're near the water. I planted some ferns at the pool, too, because some believe ferns represent magic, and it sure feels magical out there to me.”
― Heather Webber, In the Middle of Hickory Lane

“Everything is ferns, leaf mold, the crackle of fire, and the hum of distant voices.”
― Holly Black, The Queen of Nothing

“The poor Ferns, like the wolves in olden time, have a price set upon their heads, and they in like manner will soon disappear. We must have "Fern Laws", and preserve them like game.”
― Nona Maria S. Bellairs, Hardy Ferns: How I Collected and Cultivated Them

“I like the flowers, and the bees, the birds, and the trees. I like wisps of steam floating upward from wiry ferns and the fireflies dancing at night. I like everything that belongs to all of us.”
― Bhuwan Thapaliya

“I have undone myself loving the shine on stones.
Must I forget the mice in the ferns? Yes.”
― Theodore Roethke, Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke

“Between the disappearance of the river and its re-emegence is like a desert river valley, clearly carved by water, with rounded stones in the bottom and steep sides, but no water running. Yet here there are elm trees, one of which is huge, with a magnificent trunk festooned with mosses, lichens, polypody ferns and fungi, a rich tapestry of rainforest life. Uniquely, it grows horizontally out of the rock, many metres up the sheer wall of the ravine, a completely implausible place for a tree to grow, hanging in complete defiance of the laws of physics.

I stand beneath it, neck craned in awe, looking up into the lush green profusion of its living community. It is winter, so all this greenery isn't the tree's own leaves, but photosynthesising life using it as a climbing frame. Paradoxically, in this dry river valley, everything about its grand gathering of epiphytes declares it to be a rainforest tree. It is a perfect synbol of survival against the odds.”
― Mandy Haggith, The Lost Elms: A Love Letter to Our Vanished Trees – and the Fight to Save Them