Our rocks are rough, but smiling there
The acacia waves her yellow hair,
Lonely and sweet, nor loved the less
For flow'ring in a wilderness. [ Moore ]
Noiseless as fear in a wide wilderness. [ Keats ]
Man is not the prince of creatures,
But in reason; fail that, he is worse
Than horse or dog, or beast of wilderness. [ Field ]
Not to understand a treasure's worth,
Till time has stolen away the slightest good,
Is cause of half the poverty we feel,
And makes the world the wilderness it is. [ Cowper ]
Is she not a wilderness of faults and follies? [ Sheridan ]
There bloomed the strawberry of the wilderness;
The trembling eyebright showed her sapphire blue,
The thyme her purple, like the blush of Even;
And if the breath of some to no caress
Invited, forth they peeped so fair to view.
All kinds alike seemed favorites of heaven. [ Wordsworth ]
Forgive and forget! - why, the world would be lonely,
The garden a wilderness left to deform.
If the flowers but remember'd the chilling winds only.
And the fields gave no verdure for fear of the storm. [ Charles Swain ]
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning. [ Lowell ]
Hunting after happiness is like hunting after a lost sheep in the wilderness - when you find it, the chances are that it is a skeleton. [ H. W. Shaw ]
The fate of a man of feeling is, like that of a tuft of flowers, twofold; he may either mount upon the head of all, or go to decay in the wilderness. [ Hitopadesa ]
For now I stand as one upon a rock environed with a wilderness of sea, who marks the waxing tide grow wave by wave expecting ever when some envious surge will in his brinish bowels swallow him. [ William Shakespeare ]
A loving heart carries with it, under every parallel of latitude, the warmth and light of the tropics. It plants its Eden in the wilderness and solitary place, and sows with flowers the gray desolation of rock and mosses. [ Whittier ]
All are to be men of genius in their degree, - rivulets or rivers, it does not matter, so that the souls be clear and pure; not dead walls encompassing dead heaps of things, known and numbered, but running waters in the sweet wilderness of things unnumbered and unknown, conscious only of the living banks, on which they partly refresh and partly reflect the flowers, and so pass on. [ Ruskin ]
It is good for any man to be alone with nature and himself, or with a friend who knows when silence is more sociable than talk, In the wilderness alone, there where nature worships God.
It is well to be in places where man is little and God is great, where what he sees all around him has the same look as it had a thousand years ago, and will have the same, in all likelihood, when he has been a thousand years in his grave. It abates and rectifies a man, if he is worth the process. [ Sydney Smith ]