As the pen rises from the page between words, so the walker's feet rise and fall between paces, and as the deer continues to run as it bounds from th…

- Robert Macfarlane

Those who travel to mountain-tops are half in love with themselves, and half in love with oblivion.

- Robert Macfarlane

Humans are animals and like all animals we leave tracks as we walk: signs of passage made in snow, sand, mud, grass, dew, earth or moss.... We easily…

- Robert Macfarlane

All travelers to wild places will have felt some version of this, a brief blazing perception of the world's disinterest. In small measures it exhilar…

- Robert Macfarlane

Anyone who lives in a city will know the feeling of having been there too long. The gorge-vision that the streets imprint on us, the sense of blockag…

- Robert Macfarlane

I remembered what Thoreau had written in his journal about thinking nothing of walking eight miles to greet a tree.

- Robert Macfarlane

Woods and forests have been essentialt to the imagination of these islands, and of countries throughout the world, for centuries. It is for this reas…

- Robert Macfarlane

Knowing another is endless,' Shepherd had written; 'The thing to be known grows with the knowing.

- Robert Macfarlane

Touch is a reciprocal action, a gesture of exchange with the world. To make an impression is also to receive one, and the soles of our feet, shaped b…

- Robert Macfarlane