Quotes About Wilderness

The farther in they went, the closer the cliffs pressed to either side. They followed the moonlit ribbon of stream back toward its source. Icicles bearded its stony banks, but Jon could still hear the sound of rushing water beneath the thin hard crust.

The garden, for long untended, was an overgrown riot of uninhibited flowers and weeds in which whirled, squeaked, rustled

Olvidándome de mi inminente peligro de ser educado, salí con Roger a cazar luciérnagas por entre las abundantes zarzas

Make ye no truce with Adam-zad - the Bear that walks like a man.

When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and most interminable, and to the citizen, most dismal swamp. I enter a swamp as a sacred place - a sanctum sanctorum. There is the strength, the marrow of Nature.

I wish I were with some of the wild people that run in the woods, and know nothing about accomplishments!

This nation was built by men who took risks-pioneers who were not afraid of the wilderness, business men who were not afraid of failure, scientists who were not afraid of the truth, thinkers who were not afraid of progress, dreamers who were not afraid of action.

Don't let go of the vine.

The wilderness and the solitary place shall be glad for them and the desert shall rejoice, and blossom as the rose.

The voice of one crying in the wilderness.

I become a spherical reflecting eye moving through the wilderness and ingesting it. Destroyer of the wilderness, I move through the land cutting a devouring path from horizon to horizon. There is nothing from which my eye turns. I am all that I see. Such loneliness! Not a stone, not a bush, not a wretched provident ant that is not comprehended in this traveling sphere. What is there that is not me? I am a transparent sac with a black core full of images and a gun.

He had been aware of the distance traveled by his heart, similar to the way a hiker became lost in the wilderness. A half mile out and you could still see where you had started, could easily find the way back home. But ten miles and a number of forks in your trail later and there was no going back. At that point, you had no choice but to marshal the resources to build yourself a shelter and put down fresh roots.

No deeper loneliness than the Samurai's. None but the tiger's in the jungle perhaps. He

No deeper loneliness than the Samurai's. None but the tiger's in the jungle perhaps.

One man practicing kindness in the wilderness is worth all the temples this world pulls.

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running—that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach by the sigh of the sea out there, with the Ma-Wink fallopian virgin warm stars reflecting on the outer channel fluid belly waters. And if your cans are redhot and you can't hold them in your hands, just use good old railroad gloves, that's all.

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running -- that's the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach....

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength. Learning for instance, to eat when he's hungry and sleep when he's sleepy.

The little flowers grew everywhere around the rocks, and no one had asked them to grow, or me to grow.

I'd rather die than be famous, I want to go live in the desert With long wild hair, eating At my campfire, full of sand

Hopalong Cassidy conducting his great white horse across the traffic;

the sudden vast diamond silence of the forest

The whole purpose of mountain-climbing to me isn't just to show off you can get to the top, it's getting out to this wild country.

We went back to the barn; I made love to her under the tarantula. What was the tarantula doing?