Quotes & Sayings About Taiga

Cursing? Do you mean hunter?" It was her best guess, for Taiga had grimaced when she used it, as though the word hurt her to say. "Nope," said Taiga, kicking the dirt with one boot. "I mean wife. — Catherynne M Valente

I'm sick of seeing my teammates cry...!!" ~ Taiga Kagami — Tadatoshi Fujimaki

Those who can bear to observe only unwritten laws-they all head for the taiga. — Sylvain Tesson

The blue light of the rising moon fell on the rocks and the scant forest of the taiga, revealing each projecting rock, each tree in a peculiar fashion, different from the way they looked by day. Everything seemed real but different than in the daytime. It was as if the world had a second face, a nocturnal face. — Octavio Paz

Stalin ordered a road built between Yakutsk and Magadan. Two thousand kilometers across the taiga and the permafrost. They started building it simultaneously from both ends. Summer came, thaws, the permafrost melted, water underran the soil, turned the road into a quagmire, it drowned. Together with the road drowned the prisoners who worked on it. Stalin ordered the work to start anew. But it ended up the same way. Once again, he commanded. The two ends of the road never met, but their builders perhaps met in heaven. — Ryszard Kapuscinski

In the darkness I thought of Fyodorovich, deep in the Kolyma taiga. It was the eleventh of October, and already, I imagined, the first light snows had dusted the area around Sunny Lake. I pictured the old man sitting alone in the sun by the lakeshore, smoking a Prima and gazing skyward as the last of the whooper swans flew south, squawking and trumpeting as they went. — Fen Montaigne

I remember the old northern legend of how God created the taiga while he was still a child. There were few colors, but they were childishly fresh and vivid, and their subjects were simple. Later, when God grew up and became an adult, he learned to cut out complicated patters from his pages and created many bright birds. God grew bored with his former child's world and he threw snow on his forest creation and went south forever. — Varlam Shalamov

She did not want to say good-bye. She did not want to utter those two dead-sounding words. She turned to look at her taiga.
"It's never good-bye, Edme," said Winks. "It's merely slaan boladh."
"Slaan boladh?" Edme repeated.
"Old wolf for 'until the next scent post.'"
"Slaan boladh," Edme murmured, and turned and left the taiga to sleep. — Kathryn Lasky