Quotes About Wilderness

Each dog in turn was taken off his trace and led behind a row of large ice hummocks.

then raised their heads and uttered a series of weird, mournful, dirgelike cries.

And though the pack in every direction appeared to stretch in endless desolation

The bleak splendors of these remote and lonely forests rather overwhelmed him with the sense of his own littleness. That stern quality of the tangled backwoods which can only be described as merciless and terrible, rose out of these far blue woods swimming upon the horizon, and revealed itself. He understood the silent warning. He realized his own utter helplessness.

you look like the spirit of the island, with moss in your hair and wind in your eyes, and sun and stars mixed in your face.

All the same I wouldn't laugh about it, if I was you," Défago added, looking over Simpson's shoulder into the shadows. "There's places in there nobody won't never see into — nobody knows what lives in there either.

He remembered suddenly how his uncle had told him that men were sometimes stricken with a strange fever of the wilderness, when the seduction of the uninhabited wastes caught them so fiercely that they went forth, half fascinated, half deluded, to their death.

He was deeply susceptible, moreover, to that singular spell which the wilderness lays upon certain lonely natures, and he loved the wild solitudes with a kind of romantic passion that amounted almost to an obsession. The life of the backwoods fascinated him—whence, doubtless, his surpassing efficiency in dealing with their mysteries

Midway in my delight of the wild beauty, there crept, unbidden and unexplained, a curious feeling of disquietude, almost of alarm.

Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the draughts of night that poured their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze, there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter. ("The Wendigo")

Fleeing through forest turning silver, in the primal moonlight smeared on us we ran like horses

not many of us left not much movement in the blackening lanes among a few low trees little flocks of orchids in the ditches nobody cares

there will be, along with the feelings of curiosity and excitement, a little nagging of dread. It is the ancient fear of the Unknown, and it is your first bond with the wilderness you are going into." Eight

Horses make a landscape look beautiful.

the hilly wilds of Cork and Kerry…That was as far

This is the end, the redemption from Wilderness, way for the Wonderer, House sought for All, black handkerchief washed clean by weeping.

I'll catch something to cook in the morning. I don't think we're far from the river. There will be fish." "You can do that?" Logan eyed her. Maddie eyed him back, a little offended. "I caught a Russian killer." Logan ate another berry. "Point taken.

Dear Logan, Someday I'm going to write a book: How to Not Die in Alaska -- A Girl's Guide to Fashionable Survival.

There is nothing so beautiful as the free forest. To catch a fish when you are hungry, cut the boughs of a tree, make a fire to roast it, and eat it in the open air, is the greatest of all luxuries. I would not stay a week pent up in cities if it were not for my passion for art.

Just about every weekend when I was growing up, we would throw rods and rifles and tents and shovels and pickaxes into the back of the truck and then head off to the side of a mountain or the bottom of a canyon. Hiking, fishing, hunting, rock-hounding: this is how my parents passed the time.

My mom was a pilot, and my dad wrestled polar bears.

Excitement was plentiful during my two years' service as a Pony Express rider.

We had a cabin in the mountains - and I remember, one year around this time, a moose came down the river, and one night he came to our cabin and hung out on the back porch for hours. They're really, really, really big animals. And dangerous, especially if they're a momma.

Big Sur is at the end of the continent. It attracts really crazy people.