Quote by John Fowles

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.


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Summary

This quote contemplates the unique and profound connection one feels with nature, particularly within the context of woods or forests. It suggests that the experience of being in the woods transcends mere physical movement; instead, it is characterized by a deeper metaphysical interaction. The quote implies that when being in the woods, there is a sense of reciprocity, where the individual moves through the physical space of the woods while the woods, in an intangible way, also move through the person, leaving an enduring and transformative impact.

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By John Fowles
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