Quote by Edward Abbey
In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mo

In the afternoon I watch the clouds drift past the bald peak of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (Someone has to do it.) – Edward Abbey

Other quotes by Edward Abbey

Thats the best thing about walking, the journey itself. It doesnt matter much whether you get where youre going or not. Youll get there anyway. Every good hike brings you eventually back home. – Edward Abbey

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Walking
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What ideal, immutable Platonic cloud could equal the beauty and perfection of any ordinary everyday cloud floating over, say, Tuba City, Arizona, on a hot day in June? – Edward Abbey

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Arizona
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We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there…. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope. – Edward Abbey

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Wilderness
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Other Quotes from
Sky & Clouds
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God writes the Gospel not in the Bible alone, but also on trees, and in the flowers and clouds and stars. – Author unknown, commonly attributed to Martin Luther

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Sky & Clouds

A sky as pure as water bathed the stars and brought them out. – Antoine de Saint-Exupery

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Sky & Clouds

We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness. – Author Unknown

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Sky & Clouds

Those playful fancies of the mighty sky. – Albert Smith (clouds)

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Sky & Clouds

Random Quotes

A little flattery, like a warm bath and soft towel, will let you get along with yourself, lie down with yourself, and sleep. – Willis Goth Regier, In Praise of Flattery, 2007

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Kindness

There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us and not we them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they would mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking. – Virginia Woolf

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Clothing

The true art of memory is the art of attention. – Samuel Johnson

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Art

In poetry everything which must be said is almost impossible to say well. – Paul Valery

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Poetry