#wilde

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

Weak? Oh, I am sick of hearing that phrase. Sick of using it about others. Weak? Do you really think, that it is weakness that yields to temptation? I tell you that there are terrible temptations that it requires strength, strength and courage, to yield to. To stake all one's life on a single moment, to risk everything on one throw, whether the stake be power or pleasure, I care not-there is no weakness in that. There is a horrible, terrible courage. I had that courage. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#oscar-wilde #courage

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One or the other of us has to go. ↗

— Oscar Wilde

#oscar-wilde #wallpaper #death

But we have to learn to be free. We have to, Nell. Doesn't mean happy all the time, or okay all the time. It’s okay not to be okay. I told you that, but I'm relearning it myself. But not being okay doesn't mean you stop living. ↗

— Jasinda Wilder

#falling #falling-into-you #free #happy #jasinda-wilder

This is not wilderness for designation or for a park. Not a scenic wilderness and not one good for fishing or the viewing of wildlife. It is wilderness that gets into your nostrils, that runs with your sweat. It is the core of everything living, wilderness like molten iron. ↗

— Craig Childs

#wilderness #design

My ancestors wandered lost in the wilderness for forty years because even in biblical times, men would not stop to ask for directions. ↗

— Elayne Boosler

#ask #because #directions #even #forty

All America lies at the end of the wilderness road, and our past is not a dead past, but still lives in us. Our forefathers had civilization inside themselves, the wild outside. We live in the civilization they created, but within us the wilderness still lingers. What they dreamed, we live, and what they lived, we dream. ↗

— T.K. Whipple

#wilderness #dreams

I prefer your smiles and laughter, wife, but there are far worse things than your tears wetting my skin. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#finnie #frey-dakkar #kristen-ashley #wildest-dreams #dreams

It had nothing to do with gear or footwear or the backpacking fads or philosophies of any particular era or even with getting from point A to point B. It had to do with how it felt to be in the wild. With what it was like to walk for miles with no reason other than to witness the accumulation of trees and meadows, mountains and deserts, streams and rocks, rivers and grasses, sunrises and sunsets. The experience was powerful and fundamental. It seemed to me that it had always felt like this to be a human in the wild, and as long as the wild existed it would always feel this way. ↗

— Cheryl Strayed

#hiking #pacific-crest-trail #wild #wilderness #experience