Best 44 quotes in «camping quotes» category

Wilderness areas are first of all a series of sanctuaries for the primitive arts of wilderness travel, especially canoeing and packing. I suppose some will wish to debate whether it is important to keep these primitive arts alive. I shall not debate it. Either you know it in your bones, or you are very, very old.

My fear of camping: I’m convinced bugs will crawl up my vagina and lay eggs. Isn’t everyone?

Nachdem er zum fünften Mal aufgerutscht und ich zum fünften Mal weggerutscht war, setzte er erneut an. »Emely, du musst mir dringend bei etwas helfen.« Ohne zu wissen, was er überhaupt wollte, gab ich ihm seine Antwort. »Immer mit der Hand rauf und runter, das schaffst du auch ohne mich.« Andy und Sebastian prusteten los, doch Elyas schmunzelte nur.

«Proprio un elfo snob doveva toccarmi in sorte?» le rispose divertito. «Allora, non mi rimane altra scelta che portarti in campeggio, prima o poi, o in canoa o a fare una nuotata nel lago.» Lei lo fissò con la sua più riuscita espressione Scordartelo disegnata sul volto. «Puoi guardarmi come vuoi, ma mai dire mai» ridacchiò lui. «Oh, invece mai è una delle mie parole preferite.» «Scommetto che ti piacerebbe…» «Cosa?» «Il campeggio. Le stelle, il silenzio, le foglie che mormorano al vento, sai, quelle cose lì.» «Per non parlare di orsi, insetti e magari di qualche serpente che ha perso la strada di casa. Mi vengono i brividi solo a pensarci. Sono un elfo cittadino a tutti gli effetti e ho il terrore di tutto ciò che si muove e che non sia addomesticabile.» Lui la fissò con aria divertita. «Incluso il sottoscritto?» Le si era avvicinato troppo e ora la fissava come se volesse divorarla, in modo così sfacciato che, per puro istinto di sopravvivenza, arretrò di un passo. Non abbassò lo sguardo ma per qualche attimo non seppe cosa rispondergli. Non che avesse dubbi che la categoria esseri viventi non addomesticabili e pericolosi includesse anche lui, almeno a dar retta a tutte quelle farfalle che le svolazzavano nello stomaco, ma come avrebbe potuto rispondergli sì? Così gli sorrise a sua volta, pronta all’ennesima bugia. «Sono convinta, predatore, che tu, nonostante i grugniti e i continui brontolii e la tua probabile parentela con un grizzly, sia molto addomesticabile.» Lui alzò un sopracciglio, con un’espressione da schiaffi da premio Oscar.

...my dreams are tangled in images of stars and clouds and firelight - we go camping at night - it's my lucid dream of being with you...

We combine our three packs of pasta for dinner – pesto. We tip the dried stuff into a pan, add water and simmer. We try it, looking at each other with disbelief as it hits the tastebuds. ‘It’s pesto, Jim, but not as we know it,’ I say. ‘Fascinating,’ says Lou, unsmiling humouring my Star Trek reference, while wincing at the foul food. (And what made me say that? Is there such a thing as a dad-joke vacuum that needs to be filled, even in the wild?)

What's that?" "French press." "For coffee? Real coffee? Not instant?" "We're camping, Zorie, not living in a dystopian nightmare.

Between the redwoods, growing up and enjoying nature, camping on almost every vacation, and getting to go to summer camp in the Adirondacks, it was really very apparent to me that we had to preserve what we had on the earth.

Canoe + waterfall = I don't go camping anymore.

But the place which you have selected for your camp, though never so rough and grim, begins at once to have its attractions, and becomes a very centre of civilization to you: "Home is home, be it never so homely.

Camping is not a date; it's an endurance test. If you can survive camping with someone, you should marry them on the way home.

Canoe plus waterfall equals I don't go camping anymore.

I bet most of us have experienced at some point the joys of less: college - in your dorm, traveling - in a hotel room, camping - rig up basically nothing, maybe a boat. Whatever it was for you, I bet that, among other things, this gave you a little more freedom, a little more time.

Contrary to popular opinion, my dad was not a lazy man. He was not lazy at all, for instance, when it came to Going Places In His Truck. He was also very industrious about Preparing To Go Camping. And if something really interested him, he would work on it all day.

I can't go to Hindu countries where they respect rats and mice, and I can't go camping. I don't like to go into subways, because I always see them. Rats are like my naguales [kindred animal spirits]. They follow me.

If you're not in New York, you're camping out.

I grew up camping with my family. We took so many trips. We had an RV, actually, when we were growing up. We did a ton of camping trips and went across the country.

I look at camping the same way I look at horror movies. All the years that humans fought to get into caves and into shelters - it almost seems sacrilegious to go outside and sleep without a roof. We work so hard to have these things!

Even in a time of elephantine vanity and greed, one never has to look far to see the campfires of gentle people.

I'd like to go on a hardcore safari in Africa, something off the beaten track with anti-poaching people and camping out in the savannah.

I do a lot of walking around in game parks, rain forests, places like that, but it's not like I'm camping in them as much as my day walks. I've done that all over the world, not like with a backpack on my back living out in the woods for several days. When I travel abroad, it's more the city that captures my interest.

I hate camping, but I love summer camp.

I like golf, hiking, camping, boating and fishing.

I married a woman who loves to camp, and I am what you would call "indoorsy"... My wife always brings up, "Camping's a tradition in my family." Hey, it was a tradition in everyone's family 'til we came up with the house.

In wildness is the preservation of the world.

I've been camping and stuff, but if you left me in the woods I'd probably just curl up and cry until someone found me.

It was at the beginning of all this tabloid frenzy. Our garbage was being gone through, and we were involved in all these chases getting home, and people camping out on our property to get pictures.

Jews don't camp...The last time the Jews went camping, they spent forty years wandering in the desert.

I was exposed to nature by my mother who loved camping, so I always enjoyed the outdoors and that has been a lasting passion. We went on nature walks and I became fascinated with the environment as I got older.

I went camping for 33 days, and now everybody seems to care.

Just got back from a 5 day camping trip. No phones, no Internet, no problem. It was great. Now time for a hot shower. I absolutely reek!

love is like Someone is camping in your head

My sport is biking. I'm not much of a gym person, but I like being outside - hiking, canoeing, camping.

Oh my goodness, I hate camping. I am like Frida times 1,000. I have always been attracted to wilderness stories, à la the movie Badlands, when Sissy Spacek and Martin Sheen are in the woods on the lam - maybe because it scares me a little.

Nature's beauty never fails to fill me with a sense of wonder and awe, and still, I refuse to go camping.

World Christians are heaven's expatriates, camping where the Kingdom is best served.

The war against war is going to be no holiday excursion or camping party.

The wild life of today is not ours to do with as we please. The original stock was given to us in trust for the benefit both of the present and the future. We must render an accounting of this trust to those who come after us.

We now no longer camp as for a night, but have settled down on earth and forgotten heaven.

The ultimate camping trip was the Lewis and Clark expedition.

I swear there are about a million rocks underneath me," [Dylan] said grouchily. Think of it as therapeutic. Like a shiatsu massage." (Sadie) You obviously have a much better imagination than me," he said.

When homeless people go camping, how do they know?

Deep silence fell about the little camp, planted there so audaciously in the jaws of the wilderness. The lake gleamed like a sheet of black glass beneath the stars. The cold air pricked. In the draughts of night that poured their silent tide from the depths of the forest, with messages from distant ridges and from lakes just beginning to freeze, there lay already the faint, bleak odors of coming winter. ("The Wendigo")

»Hab ich irgendwo einen Fleck?«, murmelte ich und senkte den Blick. »Nein«, sagte er. »Aber eine Spinne in den Haaren.« Ich starrte ihn an, sprang wie von der – Achtung, Wortwitz – Tarantel gestochen auf und schüttelte meine Haare aus. »Ist sie weg?«, rief ich. Statt einer Antwort, hörte ich ihn leise lachen. Ich blinzelte durch meine Haare hindurch und sah wieder diesen unverschämten Schalk in seinen Augen aufblitzen. »Da war überhaupt keine Spinne … oder?« Fünf Personen fingen an zu grinsen und beantworteten meine Frage mit einem Kopfschütteln.