Quotes About Wilderness

The Appalachian Mountains. Perhaps a little more uncivilized than he cared for, but anything was better than marriage.

I used to be such a militant city-ist, but more and more I've seen forests and nature and oceans, and I don't know any more if this is the awesomest way to live.

I came to realize that my path to knowledge would not lead me to libraries, professors, universities, and studies. My path to knowledge was through living life and experiencing reality. I could learn plenty secondhand, but nothing was ever to surpass the experiences I had in the wilderness. All my knowledge of social, scentific, and religious issues has been acquired through personal experience.

Tussen de vele stemmen van mensen is jouw stem de enige die menselijk is die weet van het verdriet dat langzaam in de bomen groeit gevoed door de aarde tot ze oud worden sterven aan de rand van wilde of onzindelijke tuinen.

The word "wilderness" occurs approximately three hundred times in the Bible, and all its meanings are derogatory.

The wild is where you find it, not in some distant world relegated to a nostalgic past or an idealized future; its presence is not black or white, bad or good, corrupted or innocent... We are of that nature, not apart from it. We survive because of it, not instead of it.

is the man who trusts in man And makes hflesh his 2strength, Whose heart departs from the LORD. 6For he shall be ilike a shrub in the desert, And jshall not see when good comes, But shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, kIn a salt land which is not inhabited.

Highlands of Scotland:

Prize the natural spaces and shorelines most of all, because once they're gone, with rare exceptions they're gone forever. In our bones we need the natural curves of hills, the scent of chapparal, the whisper of pines, the possibility of wildness. We require these patches of nature for our mental health and our spiritual resilience.

Perhaps jungle life, despite physical danger, was a relaxing one. Surely it was free of the petty grievances, the disparate values of society. It was simple, devoid of artifice and ulcer-burning pressures.

Wilderness is gone. Forest has succumbed to chemically sustained silviculture. Four billion years of evolution, and that's where the matter will end. Politically, practically, emotionally, intellectually: Humans are all that count, the final word. You cannot shut down human hunger. You cannot even slow it. Just holding steady costs more than the race can afford.

The best and easiest way to get a forest to return to any plot of cleared land is to do nothing—nothing at all, and do it for less time than you might think.

Where the deer bound, where the trout rise, where your horse stops to slather a drink from icy water while the sun is warm on the back of your neck, where every breath you draw is exhilaration — that is where the Aspens grow. . . .

The understory fills up with tracks like longhand accusations scribbled on the snow.

There are things in here worse than wolves and witches, primal fears that no amount of civilizing will ever tame.

Priži?r?ti sodai visi panaš?s. O kiekvienas laukinis sodas laukinis savaip.

This land of animated wishes will expand without limits. It will fill with richer, wilder, more surprising life beyond life. The map will grow as full as the thing it stands for. And still people will be hungry and alone.

That's what happens in the early stages of contemplation. We wait in silence. In silence all our usual patterns assault us. Our patterns of control, addiction, negativity, tension, anger, and fear assert themselves. That's why most people give up rather quickly. When Jesus is led by the Spirit into the wilderness, the first things that show up are wild beasts (Mark 1:13). Contemplation is not first of all consoling. It's only real.

I think even then I knew Omar would be going away, would be leaving the land to explore cities and towns. But still I tried as hard as I could-it was my job-to plant a sense of the wild within him: something that calls one back into the interior, back into the shadows and safety of a place that still has reverence to it. Within every atom of it.

The desert of Central California was in those days a lot like Mongolia.

Powdered donuts, Tyson said earnestly. I will look for powdered donuts in the wilderness. He headed outside and started calling, Here, donuts!

Dude! said a party pony as he unloaded his gear. Did you see that bear guy? He was all like: 'Whoa, I have an arrow in my mouth!

This is the Wilderness School. 'Where the Kids are animals

A garden, as far as Teddy could see, was nature tamed and constrained by artifice.