Quotes About Savage

I am as free as Nature first made man,Ere the base laws of servitude began,When wild in woods the noble savage ran.

The British hamburger thus symbolised, with savage neatness, the country's failure to provide its ordinary people with food which did anything more for them than sustain life.

A savage-creating stubborn-pulling fellow,Uncurbed, unfettered, uncontrolled of speech,Unperiphrastic, bombastiloquent.

Wars demonstrate that our basic impulses have changed little from those of our primitive ancestors, that underneath our civility we are just as uncivilized and savage as ever. Wars show that "our unconscious is just as inaccessible to the idea of our own death, just as murderously inclined towards strangers, just as divided (that is, ambivalent) towards those we love, as was primeval man.

It's easy for me to go back to being a kid. You know how kids can be like savages before they get civilized? There's that sadist quality. Y'know, like boys who like to pick apart an insect for the sake of it.

The savage in man is never quite eradicated.

My dream mixed-tag match has always been against the 'Macho Man' Randy Savage and Miss Elizabeth.

Prior to his conversion, he relied upon his own depravity to shield and sustain him in his savage barbarity; but after his conversion, he found religious sanction and support for his slaveholding cruelty.

The domestication (the culture) of man does not go deep--where it does go deep it at once becomes degeneration (type: the Christian). The 'savage' (or, in moral terms, the evil man) is a return to nature--and in a certain sense his recovery, his cure from 'culture'.

There is no beast without cruelty

Denied anything ardently desired, the individual or state will argue and parley just so long - then, if the impelling motive be sufficiently great, will cast aside every rule and break down every acquired inhibition, plunging viciously after the object wished; all the more fantastically savage because of previous repression.

When an orthodoxy decays, the old dark gods, the savage gods, win back their burnt offerings.

I'll keep waiting, for as long as it takes, for this war to be seen in everyone's eyes for what it always was, the most filthy, savage, useless obsenity that ever there was.

A pain slashed through her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.

Hannibal Lecter: We live in a primitive time - don't we, Will? - neither savage nor wise. Half measures are the curse of it. Any rational society would either kill me or give me my books.

In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art--the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases--beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.

And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the aesthetic...A thousand other things can be said about [this Savage Garden], but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same.

And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the aesthetic. And in this Savage Garden, these innocent ones belonged in the vampire's arms. A thousand other things can be said about the world, but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same.

Beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and as lawless as it had been eons before man had a single coherent thought in his head.

In spite of all the refinements of civilization that conspired to make art—the dizzying perfection of the string quartet or the sprawling grandeur of Fragonard's canvases—beauty was savage. It was as dangerous and lawless as the earth had been eons before man had one single coherent thought in his head or wrote codes of conduct on tablets of clay. Beauty was a Savage Garden.

Good and evil, those are concepts man has made. And man is better, really, than the Savage Garden.

It is perhaps worth remembering that we are all, as a species, prey to dreams and nightmares. Our art is built upon the irrepressible stream of images rising from a secret fulcrum that can never be trusted. And though these images can delight and amaze, they can also paralyze and terrify. There are times when we are shamed by the most fleeting savage fancy.

Just time for a mug of coffee in the meanwhile." Crowley was already beginning to work on a third arrow. "Good idea," he said. Then he frowned as a thought struck him. "Have you noticed that Leander puts milk in his coffee?" Halt grunted. "The man's a savage." Crowley raised an eyebrow. "This from the man who laces his coffee with honey?" "Honey is natural," Halt told him. "Milk is little short of an abomination.

They'd still be outnumbered by the pirates, he thought. But then a savage grin lit his face. Being outnumbered didn't worry him. They were Skandians, after all.