Quotes About Wilderness

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

I would abandon it, and live otherwise and elsewhere. It is little to relinquish. What is it but a wilderness of misery and ruin?

towards evening. At such a time I found out for certain that this bleak place overgrown with

Campers: Nature's way of feeding mosquitoes.

Give me a field where the unmowed grass grows...

Seek the wilderness, for there is peace.

A wolf howls his soul into the misty night. The moon answers with glowing silence.

Quando fosse homem, caminharia assim, pesado, cambaio, importante, as rosetas das esporas tilintando. Saltaria no lombo de um cavalo brabo e voaria na catinga como pé de vento, levantando poeira. Ao regressar, apear-se-ia num pulo e andaria no pátio assim torto, de perneiras, gibão, guarda-peito e chapéu de couro com barbicacho. O menino mais velho e Baleia ficariam admirados.

Further west, on the edge of the Iraty forest, a naked, hairy man who could run like a deer, and who was later thought to be the remnant of a Neanderthal colony, was spotted several times in 1774, indulging in his favourite pastime: scattering flocks of sheep. On the last occasion, when the shepherds tried to catch him, he ran away, giggling, and was never seen again.

Yes, everyone know Bigfoot smell like shit. Please make effort not to point out every time you see Bigfoot. Thank you.

Mother Nature is a bitch.

Clouds tear over their tops at impossible speed, but inside the wind plays through my heartstrings. Patagonia-it feels like home

Dogs and wolves are the same, except for one difference: dogs live at home, food and water are provided and they sleep in their owner's bed. Wolves, meanwhile, live on mountains, have to find their own food and somewhere to kip . . . I want a team full of hungry and ambitious wolves.' (Boza Maljkovic)

un om intrat sub st?pânirea propriului s?u suflet; È™i-l ducea prin locurile s?lbatece ale vieÈ›ii, în abisuri È™i-n ascuÈ›iÈ™ul sâncilor, sus, spre culmile ninse ale unei lumi neumblate.

The wide and strange land shaped and reshaped human institutions to its own purposes, and one either learned to live with the blazing sun, the scarcity of water, the dust and interminable distances, and the whispering quiet of empty canyons and mesas, or he admitted failure and moved elsewhere.

Northern Pennines.

More mud, more crocodiles.

A field of stiff weeds and thistles and tufted nettle-bunches. Thick among the tufts of rank stiff growth lay battered canisters and clots and coils of solid excrement. A faint marshlight struggling upwards from all the ordure through the bristling grey-green weeds. An evil smell, faint and foul as the light, curled upwards sluggishly out of the canisters and from the stale crusted dung.

Remember... It's a jungle out there!

THE ALLURE OF Montana is like a commitment to a narcotic; you can never use it up or get enough of it. Its wilderness areas probably resemble the earth on the first day of creation.

There are not many places left in the United States where people can get off the computer, stop filing tax returns, and in effect become invisible. The rain forests in the Cascades and parts of West Montana come to mind, and perhaps the 'Glades still offer hope to those who wish to resign from modern times. The other place is the Atchafalaya Basin.

THE SUN HAD just crested on the horizon like a misplaced planet, swollen and molten and red, lighting a landscape that seemed sculpted out of clay and soft stone and marked by the fossilized tracks of animals with no names, when a tall barefoot man wearing little more than rags dropped his horse's reins and eased himself off the horse's back and worked his way down an embankment into a riverbed chained with pools of water that glimmered as brightly as blood in the sunrise.

this area, most

A bird who flies is special. You would never trap a bird who flies (218).