Edward Abbey Quotes About Heart

Quotes about: Heart

• I suppose each of us has his own fantasy of how he wants to die. I would like to go out in a blaze of glory, myself, or maybe simply disappear someday, far out in the heart of the wilderness I love, all by myself, alone with the Universe and whatever God may happen to be looking on. Disappear - and never return. That's my fantasy.

  Edward Abbey

  Heart, May, Want

  Edward Abbey (2006). “Postcards from Ed: Dispatches and Salvos from an American Iconoclast”

• This is the most beautiful place on Earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.

  Edward Abbey

  Beautiful, Nature, Travel

  Edward Abbey (1988). “Desert Solitaire”, p.1, University of Arizona Press

• Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear-the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break....I sometimes choose to think, no doubt perversely, that man is a dream, thought an illusion, and only rock is real. Rock and sun.

  Edward Abbey

  Dream, Real, Fall

• We need wilderness because we are wild animals. Everyone needs a place where he can go to go crazy in peace. For the terror, freedom, and delirium. Because we need brutality and raw adventure, because men and women first learned to love in, under, and all around trees, because we need for every pair of feet and legs about ten leagues of naked nature, crags to leap from, mountains to measure by, deserts to finally die in when the heart fails.

  Edward Abbey

  Crazy, Heart, Adventure

• It's all still there in heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days and years to come.

  Edward Abbey

  Pain, Heart, Journey

  Edward Abbey (1984). “Beyond the Wall: Essays from the Outside”, p.49, Macmillan

• Music clouds the intellect but clarifies the heart.

  Edward Abbey

  Heart, Clouds, Intellect

  Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.40, RosettaBooks

• I wish to be
  an inspector of volcanoes.
  I want to study cloud formations
  and memorize the wind
  and learn by heart the habits of
  the ponderosa pine.

  Edward Abbey

  Nature, Heart, Clouds

• Within minutes my 115-mile walk through the desert hills becomes a thing apart, a disjunct reality on the far side of a bottomless abyss, immediately beyond physical recollection.But it's all still there in my heart and soul. The walk, the hills, the sky, the solitary pain and pleasure-they will grow larger, sweeter, lovelier in the days to come, like a treasure found and then, voluntarily, surrendered. Returned to the mountains with my blessing. It leaves a golden glowing on the mind.

  Edward Abbey

  Pain, Heart, Blessing

• Orthodoxy is a relaxation of the mind accompanied by a stiffening of the heart.

  Edward Abbey

  Heart, Relaxation, Mind

  Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.12, RosettaBooks

• In this glare of brilliant emptiness, in this arid intensity of pure heat, in the heart of a weird solitude, great silence and grand desolution, all things recede to distrances out of reach, relecting light but impossible to touch, annihilating all thought and all that men have made to a spasm of whirling dust far out on the golden desert.

  Edward Abbey

  Heart, Men, Dust

  Edward Abbey (1968). “Desert solitaire: a season in the wilderness”

• If, as some say, evil lies in the hearts and not the institutions of men, then there's hardly a distinction worth making between, say, Hitler's Germany and Rebecca's Sunnybrook Farm.

  Edward Abbey

  Lying, Heart, Men

  Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.21, RosettaBooks

• I am happy to be a regional writer. My region is the American West, old Mexico, West Virginia, New York, Europe, Australia, the human heart, and the male groin.

  Edward Abbey

  New York, Heart, Virginia

  Edward Abbey (2015). “A Voice Crying in the Wilderness”, p.30, RosettaBooks

• Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.

  Edward Abbey

  Lonely, Heart, Blood

  "A Voice Crying in the Wilderness".

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