Quotes About Wilderness

John Williams's intense scrutiny of this romantic tale, this unquestioned gloss of the manic energies underlying westward expansion, manifest destiny, the "American spirit" and its projection of an individualism which could only be sought and found in the wild open spaces of the American Frontier.

betrayed by certain artificialities of conduct, thrust from a great mechanical world upon this bare plateau of existence that fronted the wilderness.

If you want to keep alive in the jungle, you must live as the jungle does.

The Heart of the Plains is always beating.

Wilderness remained a place of evil and spiritual catharsis. Any place in which a person feels stripped, lost, or perplexed, might be called a wilderness.

The map led us over civilization's ragged rim, to the edge of the Northwest's boreal forests. Evening came on all at once, the sky's last light choked out by old growth pines and cypress lining the roads like shaggy towers. Our

Shall we be honest about this? The mind needs wild animals. The body needs the trek that takes it looking for them.

Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse — came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, Thowra

All the love of the high, wild places, all the amazing joy in being alive sounded in his voice

Long miles of snow and mountains spun out behind him, and his hooves scattered stardust or snow crystals. He went bounding on and on, right on the spine of the world, thrust out against the night sky

there grew up around the campfires stories of a great silver stallion seen galloping over wind-packed snow way up on the Ramshead Range; of a ghost horse that drank at the Crackenback River; of a horse that all men thought was dead appearing in a blizzard at Dead Horse hut and vanishing again; of the wild stallion cry that could only be Thowra's. But no man knew where the son of Bel Bel roamed

A long shaft of light came down from the sun behind the clouds and fell on the rearing, striking horses so that Thowra was the glittering foam on a waterfall, was quicksilver held for a dazzling moment in the shape of a horse, but a horse that was never still

Here lay the West, barbaric, abounding, beautiful.

Pare mai totdeauna coliba s?lbaticului civilizat

After years of being taught that the way to deal with painful emotions is to get rid of them, it can take a lot of reschooling to learn to sit with them instead, finding out from those who feel them what they have learned by sleeping in the wilderness that those who sleep in comfortable houses may never know.

I discovered a version of the sinner's prayer that increased my faith far more than the one that I had said years earlier...In this version, there were no formulas, no set phrases that promised us safe passage across the abyss. There was only our tattered trust that the Spirit who had given us life would not leave us in the wilderness without offering us life again.

If it was bliss to be alive, to hunt was rapture.

It does not demean men to want to be what they imagine the wolf to be, but it does demean them to kill the animal for it.

I lay there knowing something eerie ties us to the world of animals. Sometimes the animals pull you backward into it. You share hunger and fear with them like salt in blood.

The wolf exerts a powerful influence on the human imagination. It takes your stare and turns it back on you

And Jesus, the heart of the Christian faith is the wildest, most radical guy you'd ever come across.

A lion is called a 'king of beasts' obviously for a reason.

I want to reconnect to my animal life.

A hot, deep bowl of venison chili is as close to manna from Heaven as you're likely to find in deer camp.