Quotes About Wilderness

Out of the forest I come with my flowers, singing, all alone.

Adventures don't begin until you get into the forest. That first step is an act of faith." —MICKEY HART

Now that she'd found her Wild Mustang

But the delight of wading that clear mountain water, scrambling over rocks, or sitting on a boulder in the sunshine and gazing with dreaming eyes into the brown pebbled pools below, was enough joy without feeling the tug of a trout on the end of the line. Often we could see them in the sun-flecked depths below, quiet as shadows except for the occasional waving of a fin.

Eventually settlers grew to be like the Indians themselves, she remarked. Westerners such as her family, she said, were "frontiersmen," so accustomed to an unrelenting succession of wilderness hazards that it "made us … apathetic. I can't get the right word for it. Indians were like that you know and they lived under nearly the same conditions."51 Those conditions determined the attitude, she seemed to be saying, not culture or color of skin.

Fire taps something ancient and vital in each of us, something both snarling and reverential. Fire harkens back to our wilder selves, the parts we let out only when we think no one is looking.

This lawn hasn't been mowed all summer, and it's August

What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet. Gerard Manley Hopkins Inversnaid

The fells contract, regroup in starker forms; Dusk tightens on them, as the wind gets up And stretches hungrily: tensed at the nape, The coarse heath bristles like a living pelt. William Dunlop Landscape as Werewolf

It was when I saw these places in the 1980s that I felt called to do something about it. Seeing the stumps in the peat and the remnant trees, I asked myself: what's the message in the land? What's the story it's telling us? My question was: "What's Nature seeking to do here?" That is crucially different from the ethos of human domination. Rewilding is about humility, about stepping back.

A man might befriend a wolf, even break a wolf, but no man could truly tame a wolf.

The pale pink light of dawn sparkled on branch and leaf and stone. Every blade of grass was carved from emerald, every drip of water turned to diamond. Flowers and mushrooms alike wore coats of glass. Even the mud puddles had a bright brown sheen. Through the shimmering greenery, the black tents of his brothers were encased in a fine glaze of ice. So there is magic beyond the Wall after all.

Something about the howling of a wolf took a man right out of his here and now and left him in a dark forest of the mind, running naked before the pack.

The wolf blood, Arya remembered now. I'll be as strong as Robb, I said I would. She took a deep breath, then lifted the broomstick in both hands and brought down across her knee. It broke with a loud crack, and she threw the pieces aside. 'I am a direwolf, and done with the wooden teeth.

So the wolfling is leaving his den to play among the lions," he said in a voice of quiet satisfaction.

And the stars in the night were the eyes of his wolves, and the wind itself was their song.

Wolves and women wed for life.

If every woman had a direwolf, men would be much sweeter.

There's always a bear,

A bear! A bear! All black and brown and covered in hair!

A real wolf would finish a wounded animal.

Me fui al día siguiente... hacia un sitio donde un beso no fuera un crimen y un hombre pudiera vestir la capa que quisiera. -Mance Rayder

Somewhere off in the distance, a wolf was howling. Crows circled the broken tower, waiting for corn.

Jon gave his garron the last of the oats and stroked his shaggy mane while Ghost prowled restlessly amongst the rocks. He pulled his gloves on tighter and flexed his burnt fingers. I am the shield that guards the realms of men.