Quotes About Wilderness

This is the forest primeval.

Now he was hungry, tired, and covered in boar's blood. He hated hunting his own food!

It disturbed me that people would come to the mountains and regard the place as if it was somehow unreal, as if no action of theirs could have an affect on the landscape.

It was good to lie there in our bags watching the glow of our dying fire and the deeper glow of sunset beyond; but most of all it was good to feel the ground again and to know we were back in a country we loved.

It was the contrast that fascinated Mac as much as anything else. Knowing that both the wilderness and civilization were available to the nth degree, he was completely happy. I have found it is the same with many men; being able to live in the present and also in the past gives them a sense of completeness that they can get in no other way.

Persuading your brain to become a little wilder is like trying to persuade a starving man to take a snack.

The wildness that comes in the waiting. In the sitting.

Love is more powerful, love gives life, love makes hope blossom in the wilderness.

I grew up like Huck Finn, always outdoors, exploring, collecting frogs - there was space everywhere. I want my kids to experience that too. I love being outside.

Love you not, then, to list and hear The crackling of the gorse-flower near, Pouring an orange-scented tide Of fragrance o'er the desert wide?

Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye and sailed back over a year and in and out of weeks and through a day and into the night of his very own room where he found his supper waiting for him—and it was still hot.

Se acabó! dijo Max, y envió a los monstruos a la cama sin cenar. Y Max, el rey de todos los monstruos se sintió solo y quería estar donde alguien lo quisiera más que a nadie. Entonces desde el otro lado del mundo lo envolvió un olor de comida rica y ya no quiso ser el rey del lugar donde viven los monstruos.

They all want to live "in harmony with nature" before some of them realize, too late, that nature is anything but harmonious

Go into the woods to lose sight and memory of the crimes of your contemporaries. —JEAN-JACQUES ROUSSEAU

Wilderness begins with disconnections. It continues with deceit

There are some woodland creatures that, no matter how many bread crumbs you leave out for them ... no matter how patiently you wait ... are never going to be yours. They'll never let themselves be tamed. Because they prefer to run wild and free in the forest.

I don't understand camping. It's organized inconvenience.) "If

It's just as easy to be lonely in a city as out in the wilderness. Easier, really. It's harder to get to know someone when you meet in a crowded place. People can freely ignore you in the city; they can assume they don't have any responsibility for you. When there are fewer people, (...) they begin assuming some kind of responsibility, simply because you naturally do the same.

This is the real life of adventure: it always ends up as cold, mud, or bugs. Usually all three.

So suddenly here we are. Six years on. I genuinely never believed we would film more than six episodes of Man vs. Wild , let alone six seasons. I mean, where has the time gone? I also really had no idea quite how many hellholes, remote jungles, stinking swamps, searing deserts, and forbidding, unexplored mountain ranges we have on this small planet of ours. People forget. Me included.

Most people crumble when squeezed, but the champion feeds off it. If I had to pick just one great trait to have in the wild, it would be this: calm in the storm. Develop this trait, even if you don't feel it naturally applies to you. Embrace the dramas whenever you can - in order to practise! Tell yourself: 'I am good in the crisis, I am calm in the storm.' Tell yourself this until it becomes your reality.

Our next test weekend was in a particularly hellish area of the Welsh mountains--remote, godforsaken, and full of even more boggy, ankle-twisting moon grass. The area became known affectionately by the other recruits as simply: "The asshole of the world.

70. Sometimes An Ember Is All You Need In the wild, an ember, a single spark, can save your life. And it can change your life, too.

wilderness thousands of feet below. It was spring and the thaw was all but complete. Not long ago it would have all been a smooth white, a land of ice and snow. Now he could see fir trees, grass, moss. Streams and rivers ran with crystal-clear meltwater. Endless shades of green, all tied together with fine silver threads.