Quotes About Wilderness

The town itself was a hard, distant storyland; you could see it from afar. There was all the straw-like landscape, and marathons of sky. Around it, a wilderness of low scrub and gum trees stood close by, and it was true, it was so damn true: the people sloped and slouched.

Just like any civilized person, you've spent practically your whole life torturing an innocent wild creature. Starved it, then force-fed it, cut it, cursed it, driven it to exhaustion. Imprisoned it with other creatures who tormented it." "What?" Diana shakes her head in miserable confusion. "I don't even kill spiders! I never wanted to hurt anything." "The innocent wild creature to which I refer, my darling, is you.

Now hold up your left palm (you may have to put down this book for a minute) and picture your Wild Child there: 2 inches tall, dressed in skins and bark, covered with scars, waiting for an opportunity to escape or subvert the Dictator's brutal control. Watch until you can see them both clearly in your mind's eye.

In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, grey earth—above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing but silence—complete and heart-subduing silence.

Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing but silence — complete and heart-subduing silence.

In this great stretch of country there is no sign of life, nor of anything appertaining to life. There is no bird in the steel-blue heaven, no movement upon the dull, grey earth—above all, there is absolute silence. Listen as one may, there is no shadow of a sound in all that mighty wilderness; nothing

But a sportin' risk, young fellah, that's the salt of existence. Then it's worth livin' again. We're all gettin' a deal too soft and dull and comfy. Give me the great waste lands and the wide spaces, with a gun in my fist and somethin' to look for that's worth findin'.

On the extreme verge of the horizon lie a long chain of mountain peaks, with their rugged summits flecked with snow.

History has taught us that it must be served more frequently with lies than with the truth, because its human material is by nature sluggish: before every new stage of development the people must first be led through the wilderness for forty years—driven on with threats and enticements, with false frights and feigned consolation, so that they do not stop to rest and entertain themselves with the worship of golden calves.

Even though I am wary of Nature. After all, where do most manhunts for escaped serial killers begin? Exactly. In the woods.

We went on, cutting through the branches, and it was as if we were swimming through a sea of leaves, with the bushes as waves rising and falling and rising around us, and flinging their green sprays high to the treetops.

We do not receive wisdom, we must discover it for ourselves, after a journey through the wilderness, which no one else can make for us, which no one can spare us, for our wisdom is the point of view from which we come at last to regard the world. —Marcel Proust

ten thousand years ago every human on the planet lived much as the Na'vi do, by hunting, fishing, and harvesting the fruits of the great wildwoods

That evening, the first Americans ever to enter Montana, the first ever to see the Yellowstone, the Milk, the Marias, and the Great Falls, the first Americans ever to kill a grizzly, celebrated their nation's twenty-ninth birthday.

Mongolia, which he described as "Montana in the seventeenth century.

Once again there was the desert, and that only.

You cannot friend a hawk, they said, unless you are a hawk yourself, alone and only a sojourner in the land, without friends or the need of them.

The soul of a man such as you can never leave the west.

Once upon a bye, before your grandfather's grandfather was born, on the edge of an unexplored wilderness called the Endless Forest, there lived a boy named Tim

El hombre de negro huía a través del desierto, y el pistolero iba en pos de él.

Barring love I'll take my life in large doses alone--rivers, forests, fish, grouse, mountains. Dogs.

I wondered how it would feel to be out there, on your own, in the middle of nowhere.

and best of all, the wilderness of books, in which she could wander, where she liked, made the library a region of bliss to her. • LOUISA MAY ALCOTT, Little Women

Sometimes I feel I could stay in the woods for ever.' He nodded. 'I often think,' he said, 'that when you're out here at daybreak you can pretend you're the only person in the world.