Quotes About Wilderness

Raven shook her head sadly. She was becoming such a recluse, not wanting to be close to anyone, not even a sweet older woman worried about her safety. "Raven! Wait up!" She closed her eyes against the intrusion. Where was the peaceful serenity of her remote wilderness?

Mikhail lazily reached across the board to make his move, saw the dawning comprehension in her eyes. "I believe what we have is checkmate," he said silkily. "I should have known a man who walks in the forest surrounded by wolves would be devious.

I want to take you into the forest, Raven, my forest, where the trees are thick and few people have ever set foot.

Listen to them. The wolves. They're singing to him, for him. They know he's hurt." Jacques opened the car door for her. His dark eyes, so like Mikhail's, slid over her. "You are very unusual." "So Mikhail says.

When I said we run with the wolf, I meant it literally. We run with the pack. We can fly with the owl and become the air.

he shrieked and made as if to fling poo at the giant, but it had been eight days since any of us had eaten and he could birth no bum-babies for the flinging.

Unlike the majority of people, he did not hate or fear the wilderness; as harsh as the empty lands were, they possessed a grace and a beauty that no artifice could compete with and that he found restorative.

Eragon knelt in a bed of trampled reed grass and scanned the tracks

Se dice que en toda manada de lobos hay un perro al que la loba mata, porque si lo deja vivir al crecer devoraría a los demás cachorros. Dad un rostro humano a este perro hijo de loba y tendréis el retrato de aquel hombre.

The poacher lives in the forest, the smuggler lives in the mountains or on the sea. The cities make ferocious men because they make corrupt men. The mountain, the sea, the forest, make savage men; they develop the fierce side, but often without destroying the humane side.

La montagne, la mer, la forêt, font des hommes sauvages. Elles développent le côté farouche, mais souvent sans détruire le côté humain.

In Alaska you can make one mistake. One. The second one will kill you.

Alaska herself can be Sleeping Beauty one minute and a bitch with a sawed-off shotgun the next.

The Great Alone," Leni said. That was what Robert Service called Alaska.

You either belong here,, wild and untamed yourself, or you don't.

There is no middle ground, no safe place; not here, in the Great Alone.

in the wildest place in America, on the edge of civilization, where water in all its forms can kill you, you learn who you are. Not who you dream of being, not who you imagined you were, not who you were raised to be.

Leni looked around. The beauty of this place, the majesty of it, was overwhelming. A deep and abiding peace existed here; there were no human voices, no thumping footsteps, no laughter or engines running. The natural world spoke loudest here, the breathing of the tide across the rocks, the slap of water on the float plane's pontoons, the distant barking of sea lions lumped together on a rock, being circled by chattering gulls.

How could a place be as alive as Alaska, as beautiful and cruel? No. It wasn't Alaska's fault. It was hers. Leni was Matthew's second mistake.

Light, and work; that was summer in Alaska.

She got out of the bus and walked alone through town, past a man sitting Indian-style on the side of the road, with a goose on his lap. She heard him say, No way Matilda, to the bird as she hurried past the dirty tent that housed the fishing-carter service". The Great Alone

the many hours Amy and I spent there, she sitting on the bank reading from a book of poems or some dreary political stuff, me with my skirt off and my drawers rolled up, wading in the water. Me turning over stones to see what was under them, she begging me not to eat what I found. The scavenging orphan in me does die hard, I must admit, and I know that sometimes I am a scandal to other, more well-bred people—in this and other ways. "All

He was the smell of winter rain and the sound of his predator's heartbeat

Ea nu voia sa fie eliberata in salbaticie. Voia sa fie pastrata si iubita. Sa apartina unui loc si unei familii,irevocabil.