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John Muir Quotes
- The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness. ― John Muir
- Keep close to Nature’s heart… and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean. ― John Muir
- When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world. ― John Muir
- Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul. ― John Muir
- In every walk with Nature one receives far more than he seeks. ― John Muir
- When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe. ― John Muir
Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity. ― John Muir
The world’s big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark. ― John Muir
Going to the mountains is going home. ― John Muir
Nature is ever at work building and pulling down, creating and destroying, keeping everything whirling and flowing, allowing no rest but in rhythmical motion, chasing everything in endless song out of one beautiful form into another. ― John Muir
God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild. ― John Muir
The power of imagination makes us infinite. ― John Muir
The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love. ― John Muir
Earth has no sorrow that earth cannot heal. ― John Muir
God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools. ― John Muir
The world, we are told, was made especially for man — a presumption not supported by all the facts. ― John Muir
The mountains are calling and I must go. ― John Muir
I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news. ― John Muir
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world. ― John Muir
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.― John Muir
Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally. But in some of nature’s forests, the adventurous traveler seems a feeble, unwelcome creature; wild beasts and the weather trying to kill him, the rank, tangled vegetation, armed with spears and stinging needles, barring his way and making life a hard struggle. ― John Muir
When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty. ― John Muir
Climb the mountains and get their good tidings. Nature’s peace will flow into you as sunshine flows into trees. The winds will blow their own freshness into you, and the storms their energy, while cares will drop away from you like the leaves of Autumn. ― John Muir
Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God. ― John Muir
As long as I live, I’ll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I’ll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and avalanche. I’ll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can. ― John Muir
This grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never all dried at once; a shower is forever falling; vapor is ever rising. Eternal sunrise, eternal sunset, eternal dawn and gloaming, on sea and continents and islands, each in its turn, as the round earth rolls. ― John Muir
Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it. ― John Muir
And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul. ― John Muir
Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt. ― John Muir
Another glorious Sierra day in which one seems to be dissolved and absorbed and sent pulsing onward we know not where. Life seems neither long nor short, and we take no more heed to save time or make haste than do the trees and stars. This is true freedom, a good practical sort of immortality. ― John Muir
On no subject are our ideas more warped and pitiable than on death. … Let children walk with nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life, and that the grave has no victory, for it never fights. ― John Muir
Everybody needs beauty…places to play in and pray in where nature may heal and cheer and give strength to the body and soul alike. ― John Muir
Most people are on the world, not in it — have no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them — undiffused, separate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but separate. ― John Muir
There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties. ― John Muir
How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains! ― John Muir
One touch of nature makes the whole world kin. ― John Muir
There is not a fragment in all nature, for every relative fragment of one thing is a full harmonious unit in itself. ― John Muir
Nothing truly wild is unclean. ― John Muir
When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world. ― John Muir
This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death! ― John Muir
Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold. ― John Muir
We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men. ― John Muir
Who wouldn’t be a mountaineer! Up here all the world’s prizes seem nothing. ― John Muir
Few places in this world are more dangerous than home. Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action. ― John Muir
Not blind opposition to progress, but opposition to blind progress…― John Muir
Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance. ― John Muir
One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else. ― John Muir
One day’s exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books. ― John Muir
I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness. ― John Muir
Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings. ― John Muir
Long, blue, spiky-edged shadows crept out across the snow-fields, while a rosy glow, at first scarce discernible, gradually deepened and suffused every mountain-top, flushing the glaciers and the harsh crags above them. This was the alpenglow, to me the most impressive of all the terrestrial manifestations of God. At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed. ― John Muir
Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm. ― John Muir
I don’t like either the word [hike] or the thing. People ought to saunter in the mountains – not ‘hike!’ Do you know the origin of that word saunter? It’s a beautiful word. Away back in the middle ages people used to go on pilgrimages to the Holy Land, and when people in the villages through which they passed asked where they were going they would reply, ‘A la sainte terre’, ‘To the Holy Land.’ And so they became known as sainte-terre-ers or saunterers. Now these mountains are our Holy Land, and we ought to saunter through them reverently, not ‘hike’ through them. ― John Muir
No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening – still all is Beauty! ― John Muir
How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation! ― John Muir
Raindrops blossom brilliantly in the rainbow, and change to flowers in the sod, but snow comes in full flower direct from the dark, frozen sky. ― John Muir
What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm! ― John Muir
Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant. ― John Muir
These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar. ― John Muir
Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind. ― John Muir
Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. ― John Muir
One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long conceived are now being born, channels traced for coming rivers, basins hollowed for lakes…― John Muir
A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. ― John Muir
Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer. ― John Muir
I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong. ― John Muir
The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light comes, the heart of the people is always right. ― John Muir
Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get—people, storms, guardian angels, or sheep…. ― John Muir
Wander a whole summer if you can…time will not be taken from the sum of your life. Instead of shortening, it will definitely lengthen it and make you truly immortal. ― John Muir
If for a moment you are inclined to regard these taluses as mere draggled, chaotic dumps, climb to the top of one of them, and run down without any haggling, puttering hesitation, boldly jumping from boulder to boulder with even speed. You will then find your feet playing a tune, and quickly discover the music and poetry of these magnificent rock piles — a fine lesson; and all Nature’s wildness tells the same story — the shocks and outbursts of earthquakes, volcanoes, geysers, roaring, thundering waves and floods, the silent uprush of sap in plants, storms of every sort — each and all are the orderly beauty-making love-beats of Nature’s heart. ― John Muir
…full of God’s thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a place of beginnings abounding in first lessons of life, mountain building, eternal, invincible, unbreakable order; with sermons in stone, storms, trees, flowers, and animals brimful with humanity. ― John Muir
All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world’s wildernesses I first should wander. ― John Muir
I was awakened by a tremendous earthquake, and though I had never before enjoyed a storm of this sort, the strange thrilling motion could not be mistaken, and I ran out of my cabin, both glad and frightened, shouting, “A noble earthquake! A noble earthquake” feeling sure I was going to learn something. ― John Muir
I am learning to live close to the lives of my friends without ever seeing them. No miles of any measurement can separate your soul from mine. ― John Muir
Only by going alone in silence, without baggage, can one truly get into the heart of the wilderness. All other travel is mere dust and hotels and baggage and chatter. ― John Muir
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do. They go wandering forth in all directions with every wind, going and coming like ourselves, traveling with us around the sun two million miles a day, and through space heaven knows how fast and far! ― John Muir
Never while anything is left of me shall this… camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike. ― John Muir
In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts. ― John Muir
We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun, —a part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal. ― John Muir
…every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality. ― John Muir
It is always interesting to see people in dead earnest, from whatever cause, and earthquakes make everybody earnest. ― John Muir
Every morning, arising from the death of sleep, the happy plants and all our fellow animal creatures great and small, and even the rocks, seemed to be shouting, “Awake, awake, rejoice, rejoice, come love us and join in our song. Come! Come! ― John Muir
At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed. ― John Muir
