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

We are fallen mostly into pieces but the wild returns us to ourselves

- Robert Macfarlane

The compact between writing and walking is almost as old as literature -- a walk is only a step away from a story, and every path tells.

- Robert Macfarlane

A basic language-literacy of Nature is falling from us. And what is being lost along with this literacy is something perhaps even more valuable: a ki…

- 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

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

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

By speaking of greater forces than we can possibly invoke, and by confronting us with greater spans of time than we can possibly envisage, mountains …

- Robert Macfarlane