Quotes About Wilderness

So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?

When every inch of the world is known, sleep may be the only wilderness that we have left.

It was a careworn face. But most of the lines, if followed back like a trail, would lead to happiness. To the faces a face made when laughing or smiling, or sitting quietly enjoying the day. Though some of those lines led elsewhere. Into a wilderness, into the wild. Where terrible things had happened. Some of the lines of his face led to events inhuman and abominable. To horrific sights. To unspeakable acts. Some of them his. The lines of his face were the longitude and latitude of his life.

Havoc!" his mother cried, letting the dogs slip out as she called into the woods.

Cardinal Monkeyflower

I had become a bridge between the natural world and the human one. I fit into both places and belonged to neither. Half of my heart lived with the wild wolves, the other half lived with my family. In case you cannot do the math: no one can survive with half a heart.

Nella natura selvaggia non ci sono le fiabe, non c'è la storia della Cenerentola. Il lupo di rango inferiore che sembra salire in cima al branco in realtà era sempre stato un alfa.

No matter how spectacular their beauty, the deer hunter never sees the mountains.

THE RANGER'S VOW LOYAL, BRAVE, KIND AND TRUE— KEEPER OF THE OLD AND NEW— I GUARD THE WILD, DEFEND THE WEAK, MARK THE PATH, AND VIRTUE SEEK. FOREST SPIRITS HEAR ME NOW AS I SPEAK MY RANGER'S VOW.

I had never liked, even feared a little, this wild reach of marsh and mud flats where everything seemed turned away from the land, looking off desperately toward the horizon as if in mute search for a sign of rescue.

God has brought His Church into the wilderness. Spiritually, America is a dry and thirsty land. Our time of testing is at hand. God once again watches to see whether His people will seek His face or His hand. His face represents His character and nature; it denotes a relationship. His hand represents His provision and power. If you seek only His hand, you may not recognize His face. But if you know the face, you will know His hand.

The wilderness is a dry place. It may be dry spiritually, financially, socially, or physically. It is here that God gives "daily bread," not "abundance of things." He meets our needs in this time — not necessarily our wants. The purpose of the wilderness — to purify us. Our pursuit is to be His heart, not His provision

As I walk'd through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a Denn; And I laid me down in that place to sleep: And as I slept I dreamed a Dream.

As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where there was a Den: and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and as I slept I dreamed a dream.

As I walked through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place where was a Den, and I laid me down in that place to sleep: and, as I slept, I dreamed a dream. I dreamed, and behold, I saw a man clothed with rags, standing in a certain place, with his face from his own house, a book in his hand, and a great burden upon his back.

Then I saw in my Dream, that when they were got out of the Wilderness, they presently saw a Town before them, and the name of that Town is Vanity; and at the Town there is a Fair kept, called Vanity Fair: it is kept all the year long; it beareth the name of Vanity Fair, because the Town where 'tis kept is lighter than Vanity; and also because all that is there sold, or that cometh thither, is Vanity. As is the saying of the wise, All that cometh is Vanity. Section

For those of us (those that have the desire to explore the world unknown) that grew up going out into the wilds of the world...we got into our souls a sense of beauty.

So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?

For the forest takes away from you all excuse to die. There is nothing here to cabin or thwart your free desires. Here all impudences of the brawling world reach you no more.

I wish I knew where I was going. Doomed to be carried of the spirit into the wilderness, I suppose. I wish I could be more moderate in my desires, but I cannot, and so there is no rest.

Canada's Far North is where I knew I had to go.

In the Himalayas, I spent some of the most exhilarating moments of my life, shooting white water rapids in a kayak.

I am a big lover of the environment. I actually come from Maine, which is pretty much all environment.

In Bed with the Wrangler