“I like to be perfectly open and sincere, and yet it is impossible to be sincere to all of one's self at… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
I'll never stop wandering. And when the time comes to die, I'll find the wildest, loneliest, most desolate spot there is. — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
But then, I am always being overwhelmed. I require it to sustain life. — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
I don't think I could ever settle down. I have known too much of the depths of life already, and I would prefer anything… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
I must pack my short lifer full of interesting events and creative activity. Philosophy and aesthetic contemplation are not enough. I intend to do… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
I thought that there were two rules in life - never count the cost, and never do anything unless you can do it wholeheartedly.… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
I have not tired of the wilderness; rather I enjoy its beauty and the vagrant life I lead, more keenly all the time. I… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
I have been in many beautiful places, and did not wish to taste, but to drink deep. — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
“I like to be perfectly open and sincere, and yet it is impossible to be sincere to all of one's self at once, so… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
Happiness lies in a large measure of self-forgetfulness, either in work . . . or in the love of others. ♥ — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
“I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
Say that I starved; that I was lost and weary; That I was burned and blinded by the desert sun; Footsore, thirsty, sick with… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
I prefer the saddle to the streetcar and star-sprinkled sky to a roof, the obscure and difficult trail, leading into the unknown, to any… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
Always I shall be one who loves the wilderness: Swaggers and softly creeps between the mountain peaks; I shall listen long to the sea's… — Everett Ruess Copy Share Image
