Quotes About Outdoors

Geh hinaus in die Felder, die Natur und die Sonne. Geh hinaus und versuche, das Gluck in dir selbst zuruckzufinden. Denke an all das Schone, das noch in dir und um dir ist, und sei glucklich!

Para todo el que tiene miedo, está solo o se siente desdichado, el mejor remedio es salir al aire libre, a algún sitio en donde poder estar totalmente solo, solo con el cielo, con la naturaleza y con Dios.

I have the hardest time trying to maintain a normal facade when I'm feeling so wretched and sad. I have to talk, help around the house, sit with the others and, above all, act cheerful! Most of all I miss the outdoors and having a place where I can be alone for as long as I want!

Sal fuera, a los prados, a la naturaleza y al sol. Sal fuera y trata de reencontrar la felicidad en ti misma; piensa en todas las cosas bellas que hay dentro de ti y a tu alrededor, y sé feliz.

Taking kids outside to love God and nature is just about the most Jesus-y thing we can do. Jesus was nearly always outside with his disciples, or alone with the stars. To take kids to a beach, even one that is littered, it to bring them to an altar (a big one) surrounded by the blue-grey ocean billowing outward like a skirt, flecked with sunlight, like foil or diamonds.

When I asked Father Tom where we find God in this present darkness, he said that God is in creation, and to get outdoors as much as you can.

She was reminded of rainy days in her childhood when she would resign herself to staying in, reading or watching daytime TV, and then in the afternoon the sun would break through unexpectedly and she would think, Oh. I guess I can go outside now. Isn't that…a good thing, I guess.

You know I can't go out there. There's daylight outside. (Ravyn) Well, that's what happens when the big yellow ball comes up over the mountains. Amazing isn't it? (Susan)

I live in Los Angeles and I like to do a lot of hiking. I live a very relaxed life.

Who wants a life of ease? And who wants a life in the office that you hate, and who wants to play golf?

Camping is something I've done all my life.

Everyone [of my kids] can ride a bike now, so the park has had a big resurgence in our life. We also play a lot of dumb drawing games.

[My ideal] is being able to be outdoors, have a labor intensive life, and then have this other life, where I hop on a plane and go sing to people in Norway.

First, he taught me how to walk. Then, armed with sticks and dead snakes, he chased me and I learned how to run.

I'll take your tent," Horace said. "You can sleep on the hard ground, rolled in your cloak. You're a Ranger, after all.

voice: Is that a bony backside I see sticking up out of the grass by that black rock? I think it is. Perhaps I should put an arrow in it if its owner doesn't GET IT DOWN!

In terms of the outdoors, I and the others like me weren't badly cheated as such cheatings go nowadays, but we were cheated nevertheless. We learned quite a lot, but not enough. Instead of learning to move into country, as I think underneath we wanted, we learned mostly how to move onto it in the old crass Anglo-Saxon way, in search of edible or sometimes just mortal quarry.

Hippocrates, who recommended that all people in a bad mood should go for a walk—and if it did not improve, walk again.

Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.

We often hear of bad weather, but in reality, no weather is bad. It is all delightful, though in different ways. Some weather may be bad for farmers or crops, but for man all kinds are good. Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating. As Ruskin says, "There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather."

If people are either mountain people or ocean people then I'm a mountain person. I love the ocean, the few times I get a chance to see it, but I'm a mountain girl.

As the green summer comes on you must be the better surely; if you can bear to lie out under the trees, the general health will rally and the local injury correct itself.

My Flush is as well as ever, and perhaps gayer than ever I knew him. He runs out in the piazza whenever he pleases, and plays with the dogs when they are pretty enough, and wags his tail at the sentinels and civic guard

churning, baking, spinning and soap-making. In summer