Quotes About Wilderness

Once you fall, Septimus repeated to himself, human nature is on you. Holmes and Bradshaw are on you. They scour the desert. They fly screaming into the wilderness. The rack and the thumbscrew are applied. Human nature is remorseless.

Ahora me entregaré. Ahora me soltaré. Ahora por fin liberaré el retenido, el violentamente rechazado deseo de ser consumida. Juntos galoparemos por desiertas colinas, en las que la golondrina hunde las puntas de las alas en oscuras lagunas y las columnas erectas se conservan enteras. A la ola que se estrella en la playa, a la ola que lanza su blanca espuma hasta los más lejanos confines de la tierra, arrojo mis violetas, mi ofrenda a Percival

No animal will touch a person's tongue. When a lion has finished a traveler, bones and all, he always leaves the man's tongue lying like that in the desert (making a negligent gesture). I doubt it. It's a well known mystery.

I would stare at the honest brightness of the gasoline paraphernalia against the splendid green of oaks or at a distant hill scrambling out — scarred but still untamed — from the wilderness of agriculture that was trying to swallow it.

The sea is a wilderness of waves, A desert of water. We dip and dive, Rise and roll, Hide and are hidden On the sea. Day, night, Night, day, The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.

The sea is a desert of waves, A wilderness of water.

But no, he had to smell as good as he tasted, earthy and natural, like sex in the woods. He'd make a fantastic air freshener for some guy's man cave. Ione, Larissa (2014-12-16). Revenant (Demonica) (p. 71). Grand Central Publishing. Kindle Edition.

Somewhere overhead, an owl hooted, and a few minutes later, a wolf howled into the growing darkness. Reseph took comfort in the sounds, because they meant he wasn't alone. Sure, the owl might fly over and shit on him, and the wolf might eat him alive, but at least he'd have company for a little while.

Nature is Satan's church.

I was born upon the prairie, where the wind blew free, and there was nothing to break the light of the sun. I was born where there were no enclosures, and where everything drew a free breath.

Cuando los primeros lobos aullaban, abrió los ojos, la miró y sonrió, y ella no pudo menos que sonreír también.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

She remembered once, years back, she and Deen had snuck away on a Changing night and made a bed in the high grass of the prairie, with their blankets and pillows. When they'd woken up, there had been a mouse, chewing on the pillow between them, and Deen had screamed so loud that Jinny's ears rang.

open prairie. For hours, Oscar had been

Fearful of stumbling across warlike tribes that might be prowling in the forest

wine, hardtack, and water, to say nothing of the freshly caught sea elephants.

snow-covered mountains and the Santa Cruz River, three miles wide.

The Rules of Life. The first rule we came up with was: Be here now. It's a good survival rule. It means to pay attention and keep an up-to-date mental model. The second rule was: Everything takes eight times as long as it's supposed to. That was the friction rule, which travelers in the wilderness will do well to heed.

A cama cheira a sono da irmã: um odor caloroso e almiscarado e marcante - como o de um animal selvagem - que surgia apenas quando ela estava a dormir profundamente.

They dump their bulky backpacks, weighed down with tools, food, poisonous chemicals, plastic piping, and tents, and begin cutting trees and clearing the ground, manually and with herbicides. Then they set to work laying out waterlines, building check dams, and digging into the soil before planting thousands of cannabis seeds.

across the Staked Plains to Ft. Sumner,

home of the man-eater, Alfred Packard, who had killed and eaten the choice parts of five men. He had been taken to the penitentiary for life a few years previous.

This scene is adapted to my temper. Its mountainous asperities supply me with images of desolation and seclusion, and its headlong streams lull me into temporary forgetfulness of mankind.

So expressive it was, of a hopeless and lost creature, that a famished traveler, wearied out by lonely wandering in a wilderness, would have remembered home and friends in such a tone before lying down to die.