Westward the Tide Quotes

“If there is something, though, if there is...well, I believe in the things I love...the feel of a good horse under me, the blue along those mountains over yonder, the firm, confident feel of a good gunbutt in my hand, the way the red gold of your hair looks against your throat.
The creak of a saddle in the hot sun and the long riding, the way you feel when you come to the top of a ridge and look down across miles and miles of land you have never seen, or maybe no man has ever seen. I believe in the pleasant sound of running water, the way the leaves turn red in the fall. I believe in the smell of autumn leaves burning, and the crackle of a burning log. Sort of sounds like it was chuckling over the memories of a time when it was a tree.
I like the sound of rain on a roof, and the look of a fire in a fireplace, and the embers of a campfire and coffee in the morning. I believe in the solid, hearty, healthy feel of a of a fist landing, the feel of a girl in my arms, warm and close. Those are the things that matter.”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“Nothing is quite so beautiful as when you share it with it with someone else. There is no purpose in working unless one works for someone, for something.”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“The wealthy and satisfied do not migrate, they stagnate.”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“So many things that are so dramatic or exciting when you read about them actually happen so simply and quietly. We humans like to consider ourselves important to creation and to the world, and we expect that whenever death comes it should be with a crash of thunder and wild shouts or something, or with soft music around and people looking grave and serious. We always have it that way in the theatre because it makes us believe in our importance. Most of our life is a matter of dressing ourselves up to believe in just that, dressing ourselves in attractive clothes, in titles, in reputations. Actually, at base we all realize that we're just a frightened bundle of animals, still afraid of the unknown, and still afraid of thousands of things that can separate us from life, and trying to shield ourselves from our own smallness.”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“Brionne”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“Deadwood Gulch, a scattered, loosely knit series of communities, some of them hidden away in small hollows or scattered in other ravines connecting with this. White Rocks”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“knowledge of the”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“that was easily aroused, and that coupled with his driving strength and natural cunning would make him”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“or mules?”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide

“What became of her?” “Her?” Buffalo furrowed his brow. “Let's see, now. She was the one”
― Louis L'Amour, Westward the Tide