Bill Callahan Quotes

The moments that I feel the most imbued with a sense of awe are always the moments when I am outdoors. I can't help but feel a certain sense of wonder - I become almost filled with it.

The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.

I am inspired and affected by Aspen, the light and the landscape and the natural world.

I love the mountains, the light. I'm a real light junkie.

Divinity is an emotion of being lifted out of yourself and being part of something much bigger than yourself that makes you go, 'Oh my God.' And that sense of awe? It's the second rule of science.

What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives?

I really feel that my body craves to be in the mountains or by the ocean or in the countryside.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

To the lover of wilderness, Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.

For me, the reason why people go to a mountaintop or go to the edge of the ocean is to look at something larger than themselves. That feeling of awe, of going to a cathedral, it's all about feeling lost in something bigger than oneself. To me, that's the definition of spectacle.

Honestly, I'm not a big person in terms of religion, but I really believe in nature. I feel like anytime you see anything beautiful in nature that's the closest I'm ever going to get to God or a sense of a higher power.

If our hearts are ready for anything, we are touched by the beauty and poetry and mystery that fill our world.

I think part of the appeal of Antarctica is experiencing some sort of power, the forces of the natural world.

Bald as the bare mountain tops are bald, with a baldness full of grandeur.

I remember a hundred lovely lakes, and recall the fragrant breath of pine and fir and cedar and poplar trees. The trail has strung upon it, as upon a thread of silk, opalescent dawns and saffron sunsets.

The spirit of L.A. is untamed wilderness. It's earthquakes and wildfires and oceans and mountain lions and fog. There's great physical beauty.

Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore. There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree, the trembling of a leaf.

If the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is alive.

There's something overwhelming about being in raw nature. It's got an aura about it is that is really kind of majestic and spiritual.

Being raised in Iowa, I know what a cornfield does for me, and I wanted to have that same kind of feeling for the Ramapo Mountains.

Here ends my forever memorable first High Sierra excursion. I have crossed the Range of Light, surely the brightest and best of all the Lord has built. And, rejoicing in its glory, I gladly, gratefully, hopefully pray I may see it again.

Oh, these vast, calm, measureless mountain days, days in whose light everything seems equally divine, opening a thousand windows to show us God.

I have been naturally inclined towards mountains, trees, flowers, and rivers.

The plane approaches Cape Town and, as always, I am astonished by the view of Table Mountain and the surrounding sea. It is so overwhelmingly beautiful that I feel the urge to belong - not necessarily to the people, but to the landscape.

In the woods we return to reason and faith.