Quotes About Wilderness

You will lie with me in my buffalo robes?

Still trailing Amy, Loretta spotted Hunter the moment his horse drew out in front of the others. Heaving for air, she stumbled to a stop and glanced over her shoulder. Hunter, broad back to the wagons, sat tall on his stallion, waving his rifle above his head. As if in a dream, she whirled. The sight of Hunter making a target of himself would be painted in full color across the canvas of her mind for the rest of her life.

She heard the coyote again. Hunter. "I'm going. He's out there calling me, and I'm going.

The wilderness just has this way of reminding you that you're powerless. And that what you want doesn't matter. We always think we're so smart and strong, but nature always gets the last laugh.

Nature is not what you might call predictable. And it's not forgiving. It doesn't care about us. The lightning is gonna go where it wants to go whether you're about to get fried by it or not. The wilderness just has this way of reminding you that you're powerless. And that what you want doesn't matter. We always think we're so smart and strong, but nature always gets the last laugh.

A girl in want of a Leopard still has feet.

Everything good in the world has feathers and wings and claws.

I shall not be afraid of anything I haven't even seen yet. If Fairyland-Below is a terrible place, well, I shall feel sorry for it. But it might be a wonderful place! Just because the wild striped cats don't know what diamonds are doesn't mean they're vicious; it just means they have wildcat sorts of wants and wealth and ways of thinking, and perhaps I could learn them and be a little wilder and cattier and stripier myself.

Once there was a girl who ate an apple not meant for her...Up until the apples, she had been living in a wonderful house in the wilderness, happy in her fate and her ways. She had seven aunts and seven uncles and a postdoctorate in anthropology.

The hinterlands . Where the criminals and the carnivals and the concatenating counterfeiters of no morals to speak of make a home.

For a girl raised on the rim of a wilderness, it was strange to be in a place where every inch of ground had been settled for hundreds upon hundreds of years. I felt the press of people, and the press of ghosts—great hordes of those who had lived and walked before me.

Wildness and wet . . . let them be left . . . ' " " 'Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

saddleback fever.

He was not afraid of silence, which most of us will rush to fill. And this, too: our holiest men have always gone into the wilderness to hear the voice of the Name. Avram

So it is, out here on this island, where we dwell with our faces to the sea and our backs to the wilderness. Like Adam's family after the fall, we all have things to do.

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet, Long live the weeds and the wildness yet.

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

O let them be left, wildness and wet

Onkel meg her og onkel meg der,» freste Skarphedin. «Stapp buken full av kjørvel og finraspet einer sammen med en god klatt Dijon-sennep, pakk den i folie og legg den i glørne. Trenger jeg fortelle deg dette, gutt! Jeg er sulten som en ulv!»

The wild Roses run up to great heights in hedge and thicket, and never look so well as when among the tangles of mixed growth of wild forest land or clambering through some old gnarled thorn-tree.

Caleb watched Ardon leave. Then he turned and walked back toward his tent. He studied the people as he walked through the camp, especially the men. I wonder if this new generation will be any more faithful to God than the ones who died in the wilderness. He was not the man of prayer Joshua was. Still, he had faith in God like a rock. "God," he said, "we're going to need you. We can't do it alone, so be our helper in this battle that's shaping up.

I want to follow him over the snows between the immaculate earth and now, between the silence and the shot that rang over the ice at the top of the globe, when the map of the earth was something we knew by heart, and they had not shot the bear, had not loosed the ice, had not, had not....

During the next eight years Bell lived in an Aboriginal community of about six hundred people near Alice Springs.I "I dropped out of school, stopped wearing shoes, and went hunting with people every chance I got," she said. She learned to extract water from desert frogs and snacked on "witchetty grubs," a type of Australian caterpillar that lives among tree roots. "I was very fortunate. I had the most blessed childhood."2

So here we are once more in the wilds, and once more we've come upon some out of the way corner. But what a wilderness, and what an out of the way corner!