Quotes About Hunter

They were actually sitting at a table, like two old friends, not like the hunter and the hunted. And it wasn't especially awkward. They were comfortable together, despite the fact that she'd hit him with a bus. Maybe his scheme would work.

Nothing personal? You've harassed my mother, stolen my car, and now you're telling people I've gotten you pregnant! In my opinion, getting someone pregnant is pretty fucking personal! Jesus, isn't it enough I'm accused of murder? What are you, the bounty hunter from hell?

Sure, I know that," Lula said. "Nothing scares you. You're a big badass bounty hunter." "Damn right," I said. And then I concentrated on not hyperventilating.

Maybe Bunchy was actually Allen Funt in disguise, and I was on funniest bounty hunter bloopers. Margaret

Every cent we earn from Crocodile Hunter goes straight back into conservation. Every single cent.

native dwellers … learn through an education of attention. The novice hunter … travels through the country with his mentors, and as he goes, specific features are pointed out to him. Other things he discovers for himself, in the course of further forays, by watching, listening and feeling

Son of a bitch!" Hunter stared. "I fucking hate it when he does shit like that. That man has a supernatural relationship with gravity.

A warrior is a hunter. He calculates everything. That's control. Once his calculations are over, he acts. He lets go. That's abandon. A warrior is not a leaf at the mercy of the wind. No one can push him; no one can make him do things against himself or against his better judgment. A warrior is turned to survive, and he survives in the best of all possible fashions.

A hunter, with a second hunter nearby, asked me what I was looking for up there. I said I liked his dog better than I liked him.

I hoped the hunter would come. I imagined him pushing through the thickets in the foothills. I've thought of him like that often since, as if he's still out there, game in his sights, intending to check on me on his return.

The hawk had caught me. It was never the other way around.

The shepherd may in fact be looked upon as the spiritual brother of the hunter, his better self, stressing the protective rather than the predatory function.

HUNTER SHOT HIMSELF in the head at Owl Farm. I don't remember what time of day it was or who told me, just the old leather chair I was sitting in when I heard the news.

Dr. Hunter S. Thompson 1937–2005. Tales from a Weird and Righteous American Saga.

IN 1992 HUNTER reappeared with a rambling outburst of violent behavior, "Fear and Loathing in Elko," set in the small Nevada desert town where we had held our secret political summit a decade earlier.

HUNTER'S FIRST PIECE was "Freak Power in the Rockies: The Battle of Aspen.

I am an avid hunter and marksman, and I will not hesitate to shoot anyone who has myself or family in fear for our lives.

The Shy Hunter is terrified that others will destroy the truth within his heart, Rose said, And so the Shy Hunter armours himself ... thus armoured, he watches and waits and studies the world meticulously, hunting the world for prey ... Prey not in the sense of devouring or murder, Rose said, But prey in the sense of hunting for sore truths within another human heart.

Someone had been digging. Someone had been looting. A pot hunter. A Thief of Time.

Be blessed. And just as you are transforming your own life, may you transform the lives of those around you. When they ask, do not forget to give. When they knock at your door, be sure to open it. When they lose something and come to you, do whatever you can to help them find what they have lost. First, though, ask; knock at the door and find what is missing in your life. A hunter always knows what to expect - eat or be eaten.

Insanity is a legal term. Crazy is an art form.

'Crazy' is a term of art; 'Insane' is a term of law. Remember that, and you will save yourself a lot of trouble.

The sole exception to this suspicious taciturnity was a garrulous old gold hunter mounted on a donkey, who appeared out of the blue-tinged shadows under the trees one

the blood tingling in my veins. That wonderful feeling that only a hunter knows crept over my body.