Quotes About Wilderness

With a heart of furious fancies Whereof I am commander, With a burning spear and a horse of air, To the wilderness I wander. With a knight of ghosts and shadows I summoned am to tourney, Ten leagues beyond the wide world's end — Methinks it is no journey. —TOM·A·BEDLAM

I do not know if he had a name, but I called him North, an appellation I think Beck would have approved of, for it was the name the Dutch called the Hudson River when they first came here, when men set to changing the world in their image, and gave all the wild things their own names.

and there was still a lot of soft snow in the bush. We

You are wilder than you know.

Now mind is clear as a cloudless sky. Time then to make a home in wilderness. What have I done but wander with my eyes in the trees? So I will build: wife, family, and seek for neighbors. Or I perish of lonesomeness or want of food or lightning or the bear (must tame the hart and wear the bear). And maybe make an image of my wandering, a little image—shrine by the roadside to signify to traveler that I live here in the wilderness awake and at home.

All that day he travelled, laying his course by the rounding sun. The forest seemed interminable; nowhere did he discover a break in it, not even a woodman's road. He had not known that he lived in so wild a region. There was something uncanny in the revelation.

You can't become attached to things, not out here in the wild.

A moment later, she and The Little Guy disappear into the trees. I didn't know exactly what was going on. I thought maybe she was going to eat him in privacy, because it had crossed my mind to do just that. There wouldn't have been a lot of preparation and very little hair to spit out. Just swing him by the feet, whack him on a rock, and a hot dinner was served.

Perhaps the most important thing we can ever do in our lives is find a way to keep the wild-both the wild inside and the wild outside us-and tap into it.

All the joys - animal and human - of a free life are mine. I have escaped everything that is artificial, conventional, customary.

There is nothing more energizing than inhaling the tang of wilderness, loamy after rain, pungent with the richness of earth shuddering with life, or taking in the brisk dry cleanness of winter.

I wanted to find a cave and hang out there for the rest of my life and be a cave painter and eat dirt.

There is a delight in the hardy life of the open.

Type 1 Error: When we settle into wilderness, we are in conflict with so many life forms that we have to destroy them to exist. Keep out of the bush. It is already in good order.

Nature, with all her cruelty, comes nearer to us than do these crowds of men.

Scavenger birds peck at the oozing matter that leaks from my crushed skull.

B'gwus is famous because of his wide range of homes. In some places, he's called Bigfoot. In other places, he's Yeti, or the Abominable Snowman, or Sasquatch. To most people, he is the equivalent of the Loch Ness monster, something silly to bring the tourist in. His image is even used to sell beer, and he is portrayed as a laid-back kind of guy, lounging on mountaintops in patio chairs, cracking open a frosty one.

Who told you this little gem? Chuck. Some random Chuck. There's a reliable-sounding source of information. He's a Wild Man of the Woods. You're taking advice from a sasquatch? You know they eat people, right? Chuck's a hugan. A what? Vegan, but with people. For fuck's sake, Jared. There's a difference between giving your power willingly and having power ripped from you. Did Chuck the fucking sasquatch tell you that? They don't like to be called sasquatches. You would drive a saint to murder.

I tramped through the country To get the feeling That I was not a separate thing from the earth. I used to lose myself By lying with eyes half-open in the woods. Sometimes I talked with animals…

I am Tarzan of the Apes. I want you. I am yours. You are mine.

As the body rolled to the ground Tarzan of the Apes placed his foot upon the neck of his lifelong enemy and, raising his eyes to the full moon, threw back his fierce young head and voiced the wild and terrible cry of his people.

We should pass on to future generations the opportunity to enjoy these places and not have them transformed into ordinary places

I am for the woods against the world,But are the woods for me?

We tended to imagine Canada as a kind of vast hunting preserve convenient to the United States.