• "I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news." — John Muir
  • "There was clearly felt the presence of a force not bound to be kind to man. It was a place for heathenism and superstitious rites, to be inhabited by men nearer of kin to the rocks and to wild animals than we." — Henry David Thoreau
  • "Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light; I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night." — Sarah Williams
  • "From my rotting body, flowers shall grow, and I am in them, and that is eternity." — Edvard Munch
  • "Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary." — Henry David Thoreau
  • "These people have learned not from books, but in the fields, in the wood, on the river bank. Their teachers have been the birds themselves, when they sang to them, the sun when it left a glow of crimson behind it at setting, the very trees, and wild herbs." — Anton Chekhov
  • "But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest, reading signs and sounds as a man may read a book, and seeking for the mysterious something that called—called, waking or sleeping, at all times, for him to come." — Jack London
  • "The stars, the moon, and the sun.. so old, so wise. Think of what they’ve seen." — E. Paluszak
  • "Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup." — Wendell Berry
  • "Are not the mountains, waves and skies, a part / Of me and of my soul, as I of them?" — Lord Byron
  • "I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth." — Unknown
  • "The poetry of the earth is never dead." — John Keats
  • "If there is any wisdom running through my life now, in my walking on this earth, it came from listening to the Great Silence of the stones, trees, space, wild animals, and to the pulse of all life as my heartbeat." — Vijali Hamilton
  • "Earth and sky, woods and fields, lakes and rivers, the mountain and the sea, are excellent schoolmasters, and teach some of us more than we can ever learn from books." — John Lubbock
  • "Moonlight is sculpture; sunlight is painting." — Nathaniel Hawthorne
  • "I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence." — Virginia Woolf
  • "The love of wilderness is more than a hunger for what is always beyond reach; it is also an expression of loyalty to the earth, the earth which bore us and sustains us, the only paradise we shall ever know, the only paradise we ever need, if only we had the eyes to see." — Edward Abbey
  • "I think of rivers, of tides. Forests and water gushing out. Rain and lightening. Rocks and shadows. All of these are in me." — Haruki Murakami
  • "I must stay alone and know that I am alone to contemplate and feel nature in full; I have to surrender myself to what encircles me, I have to merge with my clouds and rocks in order to be what I am. Solitude is indispensable for my dialogue with nature." — Caspar David Friedrich
  • "All animals are somebody - someone with a life of their own. Behind those eyes is a story, the story of their life in their world as they experience it." — Tom Regan
  • "Anyone who thinks fallen leaves are dead has never watched them dancing on a windy day." — Shira Tamir
  • "Keep close to Nature’s heart. Break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean." — John Muir
  • "She naturally loved solitary places, vast views, and to feel herself for ever and ever and ever alone." — Virginia Woolf
  • "It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty; the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living." — David Attenborough
  • "There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists." — Derrick Jensen
  • "If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture - that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves." — Edward Abbey
  • "Hiking - I don’t like either the word or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains - not hike! Do you know the origin of that word ‘saunter?’ It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the Middle Ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going, they would reply, “A la sainte terre,’ ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them." — John Muir
  • "The earth I tread on is not a dead inert mass. It is a body, has a spirit, is organic, and fluid to the influence of its spirit—and to whatever particle of the spirit is in me." — Henry David Thoreau
  • "Grass and fresh air are the most precious gifts life can give you." — Wei Hui
  • "The voice of man was not sweet to me, / But the wind’s voice I could understand." — Anna Akhmatova
  • "There’s a whisper on the night-wind, there’s a star agleam to guide us, / And the Wild is calling, calling … let us go." — Robert Service
  • "My father considered a walk among the mountains as the equivalent of churchgoing." — Aldous Huxley
  • "Seek wisdom in books, rare manuscripts, and cryptic poems if you will, but seek it out also in simple stones, and fragile herbs, and in the cries of wild birds. Listen to the whisperings of the wind and the roar of water if you would discover magic, for it is here that the old secrets are preserved." — Scott Cunningham
  • "As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can." — John Muir
  • "There's nothing wrong with having a tree as a friend." — Bob Ross
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