Quotes About Wilderness

Humph. You have a spirit cougar

Did he make you scream? In the middle of ripping shoulder meat from a dead mound did you rock back weak on your haunches, yellow eyes puddling cataract blue, a pulse parting your messy lips?

It struck me there might be a reason why Helena Justina whipped along at such a cracking pace: she did not want to be stuck in the wilderness with my corpse. I thanked Jove for her ruthless good sense. I did not want my corpse to be stuck with her in any case.

I like living in the city where I have all my books and music and can go out to buy that night's dinner or easily see a band. But I also like the wild places, especially hiking in the desert and the Eastern woodlands. Do I have to choose?

I'm a Vancouver boy, and I grew up outdoors, so any time I can be outside, everything is good.

her by something that looked like rope. The young hunter dropped his freshly

There were black mountains on which nothing, no grass or trees, seemed to grow. Thin lines that twisted unpredictably, with tributaries arriving nowhere. Not rivers, but roads.

You know that I have not lagged behind in the work of exploring our grand wilderness, and in calling everybody to come and enjoy the thousand blessings they have to offer.

That's exactly why nature always trumps gardens. Gardens are just reality pruned of chaos. What doesn't work you rip out.

I got too old to live in the bush. You really need to be youngish and healthy, so it seemed stupid to keep going.

Grandeur and sublimity, not softness, are the features of Estes Park. The glades which begin so softly are soon lost in the dark primaeval forests, with their peaks of rosy granite and their stretches of granite blocks piled and poised by nature in some mood of fury.

Finally she said, "Come on, honey, let's go to the ranch.

Then I saw the Congo, creeping through the black,Cutting through the forest with a golden track.

Purity of heart is blooming the same colors in the middle of the wilderness when no one sees you.

In the plains the grass grows tall, since there is no one to cut it. There is no one to water it either.

Deeper, much deeper, the fire purifies. It is the wilderness fire to which no one descends. An exile, forbidden to souls, forbidden to shadows. Bowels that burn with an unholy solitude.

The mountains, the forest, and the sea, render men savage they develop the fierce, but yet do not destroy the human.

You do not need to fly to the other side of the planet to find wilderness and beauty.

Horses make a landscape look beautiful.

I needed to be in the bush. There I find solitude and beauty and purity and focus. That's where my heart lies.

The long fight to save wild beauty represents democracy at its best. It requires citizens to practice the hardest of virtues - self-restraint.

The beauty of a house by the lake side in the middle of wilderness can best be appreciated not by those who permanently live in the house but by the travellers passing by!

Anything that's left that's remotely like wilderness should be left strictly alone. We have no business there any more. It's not going to save you to go in and cut the last old-stand forests.

Charley Utter & Wild Bill Hickock approach Deadwood… … following the Whitewood Creek, & where things widened enough for a town sign, that was Deadwood. "How's it look to you?" Bill said. "Like something out of the Bible," Charley said. "What part of the Bible?" Bill said, when they were alone again. "Where God got angry" Charley said.