Quotes About Outdoors

a rainy day ceases to have meaning for a person who has lived in the open under a monsoon cloud most of his life.

But for one's health as you say, it is very necessary to work in the garden and see the flowers growing.

I have always loved and avidly read the novels of Jack London, Jules Verne and Ernest Hemingway. The characters depicted in their books, who are brave and resourceful people embarking on exciting adventures, definitely shaped my inner self and nourished my love for the outdoors.

The Indian always took two pairs of moccasins on his trips, because when one became wet or worn out, he always had a second pair handy.

Bryan threw the ball to Dad. Dad threw it back. Bryan swung the stick again. He hit the ball! Now we were really playing. The ball sailed toward the fence. I ran after it. The goslings ran after me. And then something amazing happened. Something I had never seen before. Brewster ran. He heaved himself up and lumbered across the yard. He wanted the ball! It hit the fence and bounced off, right at him, and he scooped it up!

It's the first day of spring. That means this weekend I'll take down my Christmas lights.

Children don't run around outside as much as they did. They sit in front of computer games.

I carry an umbrella when I am outdoors and always wear sunscreen, even when I am sitting in front of a computer screen!

I ski every three years or so. I don't have the ingrained confidence that others do, but I'll happily toddle about a green or blue run.

We're not exactly going to the wilderness, Shane. You don't have to take everything. There are vending machines.

I feel claustrophobic. I need more than a couple of hours' light a day. I'm sick and tired of watching the sun set two hours after dawn. I need more light than this.

Through this feeling of helplessness suddenly burst a piercing nostalgia for the lost world of childhood. The way it came right up against the heart, that world, and against the face. No indoors or outdoors, only everything touching us, and the grown-ups lumbering past overhead like constellations.

The soles of her feet were summer-tough, numb to the jagged shells and bits of pinecone.

There was a curious peace in this day, a sense of things working quietly in their proper courses, nothing minding the upsets and turmoils of human concerns. Perhaps it was the peace that one always finds outdoors, far enough away from buildings and clatter. Maybe it was the result of gardening, that quiet sense of pleasure in touching growing things, the satisfaction of helping them thrive.

And it was a fine day, one fit for birdsong, rambling the woods, and maybe fishing a bit near sunset.

We camped for the night in a hollow near a good-sized creek—one big enough for trout. Jamie and Ian waded into this with enthusiasm, harrying the finny denizens with whippy rods cut from black willow.

tent for a day and a night. The tent shook and heaved, and voices

the ground. It was grassy here, and the night wind stirred

I walk every day with my dogs and force myself to run a bit but I hate it.

I think it's fun running with dogs. They're always so fit and fast.

And I didn't do dolls... I did outside stuff.

During the summer, I used to hate when my mom would call me inside to eat - it was such a drag to leave all the fun.

I used to snowboard 30 days a year. Now it's down to eight.

I always appreciated my dad coming outside and playing with us - or my mom - and being a part of the game we were playing or refereeing it or just being outside. That was fun for us, and it was very encouraging.