Quotes about Wilderness

is the man who trusts in man And makes hflesh his 2strength, Whose heart departs from the LORD. 6For he shall be ilike a shrub in the desert, And jshall not see when good comes, But shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, kIn a salt land which is not inhabited.

That's what happens in the early stages of contemplation. We wait in silence. In silence all our usual patterns assault us. Our patterns of control, addiction, negativity, tension, anger, and fear assert themselves. That's why most people give up rather quickly. When Jesus is led by the Spirit into the wilderness, the first things that show up are wild beasts (Mark 1:13). Contemplation is not first of all consoling. It's only real.

Prayer is the ascending vapor which supplies The showers of blessing and the stream that flows Through earth's dry places till on every side "The wilderness shall blossom as the rose."

Mereu, în constelaÈ›iile schimb?toare ale haitei, în dansurile È™i în tr?s?turile ei, individul se va afla la margine. Va fi în?untru È™i apoi iar??i la margine, la margine È™i iar??i în?untru. Dac? haita formeaz? un cerc în jurul focului, el va avea vecini în dreapta È™i în stânga, dar spatele-i este liber; spatele f?r? ap?rare este expus s?lb?ticiei.

It cannot but cheer the heart of the spouse, to consider, in all her infirmities and miseries she is subject to, that she hath a husband of a kind disposition, that knows how to give the honour of mild usage to the weaker vessel, that will be so far from rejecting her, because she is weak, that he will pity her the more. And as he is kind at all times, so especially when it is most seasonable; he will speak to her heart, 'especially in the wilderness,' Hos. ii. 24.

Many of the men who had come to the wilderness to practice religion appeared to have forgotten its true nature.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

I wish I were out of doors - I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free... and laughing at injuries,not maddening under them!

Good things lost amid a wilderness of weeds, to be sure, whose rankness far overtopped their neglected growth; yet, notwithstanding, evidence of a wealthy soil, that might yield luxuriant crops under other and favourable circumstances.

I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

I wish I were out of doors! I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free; and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them! Why am I so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? I'm sure I should be myself were I once among the heather on those hills.

Nature, as we know her, is no saint…. She comes eating and drinking and sinning.