Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
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Interment
I put her burnt bones into my mouth and swallowed them whole.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
Snow, alive in its dying
As omnipresent as the snow was, I also sensed its waning, melting imperceptibly by the minute all around me. It seemed as alive in its dying as a hive of bees was in its life.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
The world is a story, not an equation
I simply couldn’t hold the formulas and numbers in my head. It was a logic that made little sense to me. In my perception, the world wasn’t a graph or formula or an equation. It was a story.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
Small tasks
At foot speed, the Sierra Nevada seemed just barely surmountable. I could always take another step. It was only when I rounded a bend and glimpsed the white peaks ahead that I doubted my abilities, only when I thought how far I had yet to go that I lost faith that I would get there.
–Cheryl Strayed, Wild, From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail
