Quotes About Wilderness

For life is a journey through a wilderness

I have to go to the woods, and I have to meet the wolf, or else my life will never begin.

Nobody ever forgets their first night in the bush. It's among the precious, meagre handful of life firsts that remain indelible.

A land more severely solitary could hardly be found anywhere on the face of the globe. —JOHN MUIR, 1881

Here, though, in front of my eyes was a churn; an unhappy maelstrom of three elements - air, earth and water - all at war with one another, wrestling for territory, demanding and striking one another. You could not see where the ground began, or see if the rain was coming from up, down, left or right. There were no glimpses of the moon or stars through the fast-moving clouds. Only the regular forks of lightning zapping through showed any direction in the madness.

Psalm 106:24, 25: 'Yea, they despised the pleasant land, they believed not his word; but murmured in their tents, and hearkened not unto the voice of the Lord. Therefore he lifted up his hand against them to overthrow them in the wilderness.

Without moving from my position by the tree, I unzip my pants.

She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.

The old man sang for a while, and Mora felt in her head the beginning of a long siege. A wilderness had crept up around a walled town, and the darkness of old woods and far-off places began to grow then, even within sight of where men walked together. By this she meant in her heart that all the useless things one remembers well just before waking and forgets just after were in fact very important and perhaps all that stood now between herself and oblivion.

Woodswoman: Living Alone in the Adirondack Wilderness and Linda devoured it, marveling at the independence and frugality of the author, ecologist Anne LaBastille, who was inspired by Walden and built her own cabin using just $600 worth of logs. Next she started Making Ideas Happen: Overcoming the Obstacles Between Vision and Reality, an entrepreneurial self-help tome that she scoured for advice on building a fulfilling future.

the fair ' led our people out of the wilderness of the commonplace to new ideas of architectural beauty and nobility.

There was a trout.

He lay flat on the brown, pine-needled floor of the forest, his chin on his folded arms, and high overhead the wind blew in the tops of the pine trees. The mountainside sloped gently where he lay; but below it was steep and he could see the dark of the oiled road winding through the pass. There was a stream alongside the road and water of the dam, white in the summer sunlight.

Morir no tenía importancia ni se hacía de la muerte ninguna idea aterradora. Pero vivir era un campo de trigo balanceándose a impulsos del viento en el flanco de una colina. Vivir era un halcón en el cielo. Vivir era un botijo entre el polvo del grano segado y la paja que vuela. Vivir era un caballo entre las piernas y una carabina al hombro, y una colina, y un valle, y un arroyo bordeado de árboles, y el otro lado del valle con otras colinas a lo lejos.

Remember the woods were God's first temples.

Black flies, no-see-ums, deer flies, gnats and mosquitoes were instituted by the devil to force people to live in cities where he could get at them better. If it weren't for them everybody would live in the bush and he would be out of work. It was a rather successful invention.

behind a forest on the edge of an unincorporated township. His closest neighbors include a dog breeder, a horse farm,

The boy was profoundly affected by his father's entirely self-inflicted disaster, from which he learned several important lessons. The most important was not to threaten to resign unless one is prepared to go into the wilderness. If one is not so prepared, then only threaten to resign along with several other people capable of bringing down the Government.

Below the roads run the surveyors' lines which squared off the wilderness, and not only made it ready for sale but constructed a shape for county and state government.

You might almost think that the forest is itself to blame for the people leaving its midst, because it behaves like a conqueror, spreading out in the footsteps of its former master.

He's just "me, me, by myself, all alone". A lone wolf! But you can see he's no hunter, that he's a stranger to the forest. Wolves don't hunt alone! Never! A lone wolf, ha, what twaddle, foolish townie nonsense. But he doesn't understand that!

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What's a bridge doing in this wilderness anyhow?' 'That there bridge,' Sheepbagger said, 'was built by trolls in the olden days, and whoever came this way had to pay them a pretty penny. But since folk seldom came this way the trolls were reduced to beggary. But the bridge remains.

the Dank Wilderness was so dank it would have been difficult to imagine anything danker