Hiker Quotes

Always avoid picking up hitch-hikers who are wearing a mask.

I picked up a hitch hiker. You've got to when you hit them.

I like being near the top of a mountain. One can't get lost here.

The place where you lose the trail is not necessarily the place where it ends.

I'm an obsessive hiker and I do it every day for two hours and it really helps me when it comes to learning songs or scripts.

A significant fraction of thru-hikers reach Katahdin, then turn around and start back to Georgia. They just can't stop walking, which kind of makes you wonder.

After a day's walk everything has twice its usual value.

The only Zen you can find on the tops of mountains is the Zen you bring up there.

Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time.

Of all the paths you take in life, make sure a few of them are dirt.

If a hiker gets lost in the mountains, people will coordinate a search. If a train crashes, people will line up to give blood. If an earthquake levels a city, people all over the world will send emergency supplies. This is so fundamentally human that it's found in every culture without exception. Yes, there are assholes who just don't care, but they're massively outnumbered by the people who do.

Distance changes utterly when you take the world on foot. A mile becomes a long way, two miles literally considerable, ten miles whopping, fifty miles at the very limits of conception. The world, you realize, is enormous in a way that only you and a small community of fellow hikers know. Planetary scale is your little secret.

Somewhere between the bottom of the climb and the summit is the answer to the mystery why we climb.

Getting to the top is optional. Getting down is mandatory.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitch-Hiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopaedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects. First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words DON'T PANIC inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover.

Mountains are not stadiums where I satisfy my ambition to achieve, they are the cathedrals where I practice my religion.

It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles, against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy offers this definition of the word "Infinite". Infinite: Bigger than the biggest thing ever and then some. Much bigger than that in fact, really amazingly immense, a totally stunning size, "wow, that's big", time. Infinity is just so big that by comparison, bigness itself looks really titchy. Gigantic multiplied by colossal multiplied by staggeringly huge is the sort of concept we're trying to get across here.

Rumors said that if he got drunk enough, he sometimes got his jollies by stripping naked and scaring hikers out in the Broken into thinking he was Bigfoot.

Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.

Adopt the pace of nature: her secret is patience.

And then, one Thursday, nearly two thousand years after one man had been nailed to a tree for saying how great it would be to be nice to people for a change, a girl sitting on her own in a small café in Rickmansworth suddenly realized what it was that had been going wrong all this time, and she finally knew how the world could be made a good and happy place. This time it was right, it would work, and no one would have to get nailed to anything.

The Hitch Hiker's Guide has not been an opera. It has however been a tapestry, if you count a woven bath towel as a tapestry.

Not unnaturally, many elevators imbued with intelligence and precognition became terribly frustrated with the mindless business of going up and down, up and down, experimented briefly with the notion of going sideways, as a sort of existential protest, demanded participation in the decision-making process and finally took to squatting in basements sulking. An impoverished hitch-hiker visiting any planets in the Sirius star system these days can pick up easy money working as a counsellor for neurotic elevators.

Ban walking sticks in wilderness. Hikers that use walking sticks are more likely to chase animals.

Oh dear,' says God, 'I hadn't thought of that,' and promptly vanishes in a puff of logic.

Study nature, love nature, stay close to nature. It will never fail you.

Far out in the uncharted backwaters of the unfashionable end of the western spiral arm of the Galaxy lies a small unregarded yellow sun. Orbiting this at a distance of roughly ninety-two million miles is an utterly insignificant little blue green planet whose ape-descended life forms are so amazingly primitive that they still think digital watches are a pretty neat idea.

You're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting, So... get on your way!

This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

This planet has — or rather had — a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much all of the time.

The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy also mentions alcohol. It says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick.

Flying is learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.

Going to the mountains is going home.

In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.

Take only memories, leave only footprints.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.

I see my path, but I don't know where it leads.

I see my path, but I don't know where it leads. Not knowing where I'm going is what inspires me to travel it.

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately.

Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a cash advance.

As we walk our individual life journeys, we pick up resentments and hurts, which attach themselves to our souls like burrs clinging to a hiker's socks. These stowaways may seem insignificant at first, but, over time, if we do not occasionally stop and shake them free, the accumulation becomes a burden to our souls.

For every hiker, climber or canoeist who gets into trouble, there are thousands more who don't. Peter Bronski's compelling account of misadventures in the Adirondacks is a necessary corrective for those who go into the mountains unwary of the dangers.

It is not the mountain we conquer, but ourselves.

The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Watch your step.

If you find a path with no obstacles, it probably doesn't lead anywhere.