Quotes About Wilderness

The sound of the rampaging Missouri,Bending the reeds again and again—something inside usLike a ghost train in the RockiesAbout to be buried in snow!Its long hootMaking the owl in the Douglas fir turn his head.

A true sportsman is a hunter lost in the woods and out of ammo.

If you are afraid of wolves, keep out of the woods. - J. V. Stalin, 1936

A city without choras would seem bleak as wilderness.

Wolves lived in the moment; though they remembered the past and seemed to have an odd sense for the future, they didn't worry about either. Not as men did. Wolves ran free, chasing the winds. To join them would be to ignore pain, sorrow and frustration. To be free…

Bears were so abundant that Boone killed 155 in one season, and he killed one monster bear that weighed between five hundred and six hundred pounds.

I don't feel like tame domestic joys today. I want to feel alone and free and wild.

All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream. —T. K. Whipple, Study Out the Land

Dern, I hate cooking with shit. -- Augustus McCrae to Lorena Wood

We might all get killed this afternoon, for all I know. That's the wild for you - it's got its dangers, which is part of the beauty.

He thought living in a place where there were eagles to watch might encourage some pretty good dreams.

He had his knife and gun belt on over his underwear, in case of sudden attack.

Perhaps, he thought, as he turned back, that was what Augustus wanted: just to be free for a few days, just to saddle his horse and ride.

You probably drink too much. If you hand me that bottle, I'll reduce your temptations. --Augustus Gus McCrae

The coyote was moving purposely; perhaps it smelled the cooking meat too.

All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream.

As the day died and the afterglow stretched upward in the soft, empty sky, the Hat Creek outfit, seven strong, crossed the river and rode southeast, toward the Hacienda Flores.

There was only the enormous, empty prairie, with grasses blowing in waves of light and shadow across it, and the great blue sky above it, and birds flying up from it and singing with joy because the sun was rising. And on the whole enormous prairie there was no sign that any other human being had ever been there.

The vast prairie was dark and still. Only the wind moved stealthily through the grass, and the large, low stars hung glittering from the great sky.

wolves would eat little girls.

When Pa went into the Big Woods, he always made sure that the bullet pouch was full of bullets, and that the tin patch box and the box of caps were with it in his pockets. The powder horn and a small sharp hatchet hung at his belt and he carried the gun ready loaded on his shoulder. He always reloaded the gun as soon as he had fired it, for, he said, he did not want to meet trouble with an empty gun.

They did not gather thickly any more on Silver Lake. Only a few very tired flocks settled late after sunset in the sloughs and rose to the sky again before the sun rose. Wild birds did not like the town full of people, and neither did Laura. She thought, "I would rather be out on the prairie with the grass and the birds and Pa's fiddle. Yes, even with wolves! I would rather be anywhere than in this muddy, cluttered, noisy town, crowded by strange people." And she said

Anyone who doesn't believe that the forest is a deadly place has never been lost in one.

God's wildness lies the hope of the world—the great fresh, unblighted, unredeemed wilderness.