Quotes About Wilderness

To this day, my spiritual life is found inside the heart of the wild. I do not fear it, I court it. When I am away, I anticipate my return, needing to touch stone, rock, water, the trunks of trees, the sway of grasses, the barbs of a feather, the fur left behind by a shedding bison.

Species other than man have rights, too. Having finished all the requisites of our proud, materialistic civilization, our neon-lit society, does nature, which is the basis of our existence, have the right to live on? Do we have enough reverence for life to concede to wilderness this right?

Perhaps the wilderness we fear is the pause between our own heartbeats, the silent space that says we live only by grace. Wilderness lives by this same grace. Wild mercy is in our hands.

Our institutions and agencies are no longer working for us. It is time to reimagine the wilderness movement as a movement of direct action, time to reimagine our public lands as sanctuaries, refuges, and sacred lands. Time to rethink what is acceptable and what is not.

I care about my brother. I care about wilderness. To care is to lament. My brother is a wilderness, unknowable.

We, the people, have made mistakes. We have made mistakes in our relationships with those who came before us and the land that holds their histories. We have made mistakes in how we have managed and misunderstood the wild. But after spending a lifetime immersed in our national parks, I believe we are slowly learning what it means to offer our reverence and respect to the closest thing we as American citizens have to sacred lands. Our national parks are places of recognition.

On that same trip, my brother and I camped against a red rock wall and in the morning when we awoke, a boulder had fallen between us.

In this era where the war on terror is used as an excuse to exploit and plunder, and sell off our public lands, in this new world where the World Bank and World Trade Organization honor corporate rule over local enterprises, and where environmental issues are being usurped in the favor of more jobs and a robust economy, Where is the place for wilderness?

By honoring wilderness, we honor beauty. Beauty is not peripheral but at the core of what sustains us.

Wilderness ensures possibilities. Saving wilderness is about saving ourselves, as well as protecting the evolutionary integrity of all other life forms on the planet.

I wish I was at p[peace now, but the desert has become my heartbreak. Perhaps that is the nature of deserts- to break us open, wear us down to bedrock.

Wolves howl in the bright light of the moon. Bison remain wild, not tamed. And on dark days, when everywhere we turn war is raging and violence around the world seems to be rising, a dozen trumpeter swans fly in formation over snow-covered peaks.

The bush makes you see your real place in the world," says Johnny. "Here, you're reminded of what you really are." "Animals," Elliot murmurs. Johnny nods. "Animals.

Only animals should have to pee in the woods.

So there was truth to what Julian had just said, about being strange. He was not normal, and he never would be. Cast out by his own family, thrust alone into the wilderness, he'd learned to rely on himself. He had killed a man. Although that killing was in self-defense, the spilling of another's blood changes you forever, and she wondered how deeply that memory still haunted him.

The bush is not merely a holiday destination; it's where you learn how insignificant you truly

The bush is not merely a holiday destination; it's where you learn how insignificant you truly are.

I couldn't sleep in this racket.' 'That's birds and crickets,' she said smiling. 'Yeah, well, give me pigeons and cabs rattling across cobblestones and cabbies swearing. This green stuff's alright in its place, and that place is a park. Bloody blooming hell, something's just stung me!' In front of them, Joe snorted. 'What does he know? He wouldn't last half a day in London,' said Charlie.

Living in a jungle is not something easy; it's not something that you just adapt yourself to. And I think that in my case, I didn't want to adapt.

I'd fight any beast in the jungle, you know?

I wanted to be a 'jungle mom', where you're giving birth and getting up and doing things straightaway.

I grew up as this rather lonely European kid living in the east Malaysian jungle.

As far as I know, I'm not going to the jungle anytime soon. Unless it's one of those shows where you don't know you're going to be on it and they just kidnap you for one night.

I'd like to live on horseback and just be a cowboy.