#door

For brick and mortar breed filth and crime, With a pulse of evil that throbs and beats; And men are whithered before their prime By the curse paved in with the lanes and streets. And lungs are poisoned and shoulders bowed, In the smothering reek of mill and mine; And death stalks in on the struggling crowd— But he shuns the shadow of the oak and pine ↗

— George W. Sears Nessmuk

#city #outdoors #urban #wilderness #woodcraft

I won't compete with anybody. I love to compete with my own body. When God closes a door against me, I should not attempt to bang on it. And if God gives me a key to open a door, I should not misuse that key! ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#aim-high #big-dream #close #compete #competition

A man will be imprisoned in a room with a door that's unlocked and opens inwards; as long as it does not occur to him to pull rather than push. ↗

— Ludwig Wittgenstein

#door #him #imprisoned #inwards #long

In my experience, the heavy-handed, terror-inspiring approach closes as many doors as it smashes open. ↗

— Dan Abnett

#eisenhorn #inquisitor #experience

Realize that if a door closed, it’s because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#destiny #everything-happens-for-a-reason #faith #meant-to-be #new-beginnings

If God closes a door AND a window, consider the fact that it might be time to build a whole new house. ↗

— Mandy Hale

#closed-doors #destiny #faith #faith-in-god #holding-out-for-the-best

I never knew I liked to be outside so much. I never knew I liked lochs and views and that, but I could seriously handle living in a cottage by the side of somewhere like this." The Panopticon ↗

— Jenn Fagan

#freedom #outdoors #self-awareness #vulnerability #freedom

Sometimes I wish Jim Morrison were still alive, because I'd love to see a concert in which "The Doors" opened up for "The Cars. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#funny #humor #jim-morrison #music #musicians

This is the strangest life I have ever known. ↗

— Jim Morrison

#ever #have #i #is #jim

Maybe freedom really is nothing left to lose. You had it once in childhood, when it was okay to climb a tree, to paint a crazy picture and wipe out on your bike, to get hurt. The spirit of risk gradually takes its leave. It follows the wild cries of joy and pain down the wind, through the hedgerow, growing ever fainter. What was that sound? A dog barking far off? That was our life calling to us, the one that was vigorous and undefended and curious. ↗

— Peter Heller

#outdoors #risk #wilderness #freedom