Quote

I wish I knew where I was going. Doomed to be carried of the spirit into the wilderness, I suppose. I wish I could be more moderate in my desires, but I cannot, and so there is no rest.

John Muir

Change background

T
T
T

Change font

TAGS & TOPICS

John Muir
Age: 76 †
Born: 1838
Born: April 21
Died: 1914
Died: December 24
Author
Autobiographer
Botanist
Conservationist
Ecologist
Engineer
Essayist
Explorer
Geologist
Glaciologist
Inventor
Mountaineer
Naturalist
J. Muir
Spirit
Wilderness
Cannot
Desires
Going
Suppose
Destiny
Rest
Moderate
Knew
Moderates
Wish
Doomed
Desire
Carried

More quotes by John Muir

Image
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!
John Muir
Image
...Good luck and Good work for the happy mountain raindrops, each one of them a high waterfall in itself, descending from the cliffs and hollows of the clouds to the cliffs and hollows of the rocks, out of the sky-thunder into the thunder of the falling rivers.
John Muir
Image
One can make a day of any size and regulate the rising and setting of his own sun and the brightness of its shining.
John Muir
Image
God cannot save them from fools.
John Muir
Image
My meals were easily made, for they were all alike and simple, only a cupful of tea and bread.
John Muir
Image
To sit in solitude, to think in solitude with only the music of the stream and the cedar to break the flow of silence, there lies the value of wilderness.
John Muir
Image
So extraordinary is Nature with her choicest treasures, spending plant beauty as she spends sunshine, pouring it forth into land and sea, garden and desert. And so the beauty of lilies falls on angels and men, bears and squirrels, wolves and sheep, birds and bees.
John Muir
Image
The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light comes, the heart of the people is always right.
John Muir
Image
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.
John Muir
Image
In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.
John Muir
Image
How many hearts with warm, red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes are shining? A multitude of animal people, intimately related to us, but of whose lives we know almost nothing, are as busy about their own affairs as we are about ours.
John Muir
Image
I am hopelessly and forever a mountaineer.
John Muir
Image
In the beauty and grandeur of individual trees, and in number and variety of species, the Sierra forests surpass all others
John Muir
Image
Wherever we go in the mountains, we find more than we seek.
John Muir
Image
The most distinctive, and perhaps the most impressive, characteristic of American scenery is its wilderness.
John Muir
Image
Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.
John Muir
Image
In every country the mountains are fountains, not only of rivers but of men. Therefore we all are born mountaineers, the offspring of rock and sunshine.
John Muir
Image
Imagination is usually regarded as a synonym for the unreal. Yet is true imagination healthful and real, no more likely to mislead than the coarse senses. Indeed, the power of imagination makes us infinite.
John Muir
Image
Every atom in creation may be said to be acquainted with and married to every other, but with universal union there is a division sufficient in degree for the purposes of the most intense individuality.
John Muir
Image
Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts and if people in general could be got into the woods, even for once, to hear the trees speak for themselves, all difficulties in the way of forest preservation would vanish.
John Muir