A Quote by William O. Douglas

A road is a dagger placed in the heart of a wilderness. — © William O. Douglas
A road is a dagger placed in the heart of a wilderness.
What the Indians are saying is that they are recognizing the right of wilderness to be wilderness. Wilderness is not an extension of human need or of human justification. It is itself and it is inviolate, itself. This does not mean that, therefore, we become separated from it, because we don't. We stay connected if, once in our lives, we learn exactly what that connection is between our heart, our womb, our mind, and wilderness. And when each of us has her wilderness within her, we can be together in a balanced kind of way. The forever, we have that within us.
The Vatican is a dagger in the heart of Italy.
Life is complex. Each one of us must make his own path through life. There are no self-help manuals, no formulas, no easy answers. The right road for one is the wrong road for another...The journey of life is not paved in blacktop; it is not brightly lit, and it has no road signs. It is a rocky path through the wilderness.
What's your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It's an anywhere road for anybody anyhow. Where body how?
I placed a jar in Tennessee, And round it was, upon a hill. It made the slovenly wilderness Surround that hill.
One road leads home and a thousand roads lead into the wilderness.
Wilderness is rapidly becoming one of those aspects of the American dream which is more of the past than of the present. Wilderness is not only a condition of nature, but a state of mind and mood and heart. It cannot be confined to the museum-case status—seen only as a passing diorama from superlative throughways.
Since I was a kid, I always felt like God had placed something inside my heart. And I always believed that God was going to do something great in my life. But I didn't know the road that I was going to take to get here. And especially losing my wife.
...a third [of three] had died in his bunk of natural causes--for a dagger in the heart quite naturally ends one's life.
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
If Music is a Place -- then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.
Winter is on the road to spring. Some think it a surly road. I do not. A primrose road to spring were not as engaging to my heart as a frozen icicled craggy way angered over by strong winds that never take the iron trumpets from their lips.
That was my favorite dagger." She had a favorite dagger? Seriously? And she thought that I was a freak.
The truth is not in the commercial media because the truth is a dagger pointed at its heart, which is its pocketbook.
You touch her, and I will take that dagger at your side and cut your heart out with it. (Julian)
I am asserting that those who love the wilderness should not be wholly deprived of it, that while the reduction of the wilderness has been a good thing, its extermination would be a very bad one, and that the conservation of wilderness is the most urgent and difficult of all the tasks that confront us, because there are no economic laws to help and many to hinder its accomplishment.
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