#wilde

How terrible this darkness was, how bewildering, and yet mysteriously beautiful! ↗

— Stefan Zweig

#bewildering #darkness #terrible #beauty

this woman is a genius in the day time and a beauty at night ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#beauty

A flower's structure leads a bee toward having pollen adhere to its body . . . we don't know of any such reason why beautiful places attract humans. ↗

— David Rains Wallace

#evolution #wilderness #beauty

Unlike the majority of people, he did not hate or fear the wilderness; as harsh as the empty lands were, they possessed a grace and a beauty that no artifice could compete with and that he found restorative. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#wilderness #beauty

Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#oscar-wilde #the-picture-of-dorian-gray #wilde #beauty

I had some terrific experiences in the wilderness since I wrote you last - overpowering, overwhelming," he gushed to his friend Cornel Tengel. "But since then I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life. Everett Ruess ↗

— Jon Krakauer

#nomad #overwhelmed #vagabond #vagabond-for-beauty #wanderer

Every morning in the middle of nowhere, without electricity or anyone to impress, I'd take great care in picking out my outfit and hover in front of a business card-size mirror to apply my lip gloss and check my eyebrows. I also felt I had a strong case for bringing a little black dress on expeditions. Village parties spring up more often than you might expect, and despite never having been a Girl Scout, I like to be prepared. ↗

— Mireya Mayor

#fashion #girl-scouts #wilderness #business

Well, I don't like your clothes. You look perfectly ridiculous in them. Why on earth don't you go up and change? It's perfectly childish to be in mourning for a man who is actually staying a whole week with you in your house as a guest. I call it grotesque. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#jack #oscar-wilde #the-importance-of-being-earnest #change

Oh, I’m burning! I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free . . . and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? Why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I’m sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills. Open the window again wide: fasten it open! ↗

— Emily Brontë

#outdoors #wilderness #change

Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid. ↗

— Fyodor Dostoevsky

#bewilderment #come #into #left #much