#wilde

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Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity...


John Muir


#camping #connection #earth #hiking #inspirational

Children begin by loving their parents. After a time they judge them. Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.


Oscar Wilde


#lord-illingworth #oscar-wilde #forgiveness

We must go beyond textbooks, go out into the bypaths and untrodden depths of the wilderness and travel and explore and tell the world the glories of our journey.


John Hope Franklin


#depths #explore #glories #go #into

I've succeeded beyond my wildest dreams - financially and the amount of fun I have in my life.


Phil Hartman


#beyond #dreams #financially #fun #i

Oscar Wilde: "I wish I had said that." Whistler: "You will, Oscar; you will.


James Mcneill Whistler


#oscar-wilde #riposte #humor

The great social adventure of America is no longer the conquest of the wilderness but the absorption of fifty different peoples.


Walter Lippmann


#america #conquest #different #fifty #great

Reading the very best writers—let us say Homer, Dante, Shakespeare, Tolstoy—is not going to make us better citizens. Art is perfectly useless, according to the sublime Oscar Wilde, who was right about everything. He also told us that all bad poetry is sincere. Had I the power to do so, I would command that these words be engraved above every gate at every university, so that each student might ponder the splendor of the insight.


Harold Bloom


#oscar-wilde #poetry #reading #age

His hold is tight, our fingers are laced, and he’s occasionally rubbing circles on the top of my hand with his thumb. These small gestures definitely make handholding seem more like an art.


Kim Karr


#river-wilde #art

Inversnaid This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam Flutes and low to the lake falls home. A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth Turns and twindles over the broth Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning, It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning. Degged with dew, dappled with dew Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through, Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern, And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn. What would the world be, once bereft Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, O let them be left, wildness and wet; Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.


Gerald Manley Hopkins


#wildness #home

The death of a real deer at my hands was just a vaporous, remote presence that hovered over the figure of the paper deer forty-five yards away at target six of our archery range, as I tried to hit the heart-lung section marked out in heavy black.


James Dickey


#hunting #wilderness #death