Quotes About Hunter

A perfect type of the strongly masculine, unmarred by dissipation, or brutal or degrading passions. For, though Tarzan of the Apes was a killer of men and of beasts, he killed as the hunter kills, dispassionately, except on those rare occasions when he had killed for hate—though not the brooding, malevolent hate which marks the features of its own with hideous lines.

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If you had had to live in the backwoods as I did – in the days when backwoods were really backwoods," answered his father. "you'd know that a deer is the deadliest and most dangerous brute anywhere in this part of the country. They've got soft eyes and they're nice to look at. But they're devils, at heart, every one of them. I'd rather take my chances with a wounded bear than with a wounded deer. Any expert hunter would.

Holy shit. Talon truly was a Hunter. He went straight for the kill.

We should go straight west. The prophecy said west. Oh, like your tracking skills are better? Thalia growled. Zoe stepped toward her. You challenge my skills, you scullion? You know nothing of being a Hunter! Oh, scullion . You're calling me a scullion? What the heck is a scullion?

I am the hunter. I am always the hunter. You are the prey.

i will be the hunter, not the hunted. diana, not the stag. the arrow, not the bow.

It was simple. A door opened. A crevice was torn in the fabric. Something entered. It stalked. It was a hunter. It was hungry but mindless as a shark. It would take anything. It was enormous.

My father goaded me over my disinterest, not quite calling me a coward yet wondering, "What are you afraid of, son?" He didn't expect me to be a hunter but wanted me to hold a weapon in my hands without flinching. Silent of mouth, I would reply in my mind, This device is made to kill at worst, to maim at best. But I made myself say, "Nothing, Father. I'm not afraid." So I learned to shoot.

A lark, caught in a hunter's net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever At dusk the hunter took his prey, The lark his freedom never. All birds and men are sure to die But songs may live forever.

At dusk the hunter took his prey, The lark his freedom never. All birds and men are sure to die But songs may live forever.

Stranahan kept his home in Aspen and accumulated more property. Also a fine-arts photographer, human-rights activist, philanthropist, beer brewer (the Flying Dog brands), and frustrated delinquent, he was drawn to Hunter and arranged the lease for the three-level house, a smaller cabin nearby, and a stable, and the acreage resting on top of a bluff.

He was able to persuade the accounting department to pay for the cocaine Hunter had purchased to get members of the Oakland Raiders to open up during interviews.

My heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

O never a green leaf whispers, where the green-gold branches swing: O never a song I hear now, where one was wont to sing. Here in the heart of Summer, sweet is life to me still, But my heart is a lonely hunter that hunts on a lonely hill.

When you're looking for a hunter," she said, slipping out of her coat, "you go to places where they tend to congregate. Unfortunately, the Trap Door is just that sort of dive. The big surprise here is you. Back in aurora springs you didn't spend a lot of time in the usual hunter hangouts. You're not wearing your seal ring, either. What's up? are you here incognito or something?

Homo erectus ne se réfugie plus dans les arbres, c'est un véritable chasseur qui parcourt de grandes distances en milieu découvert. Il est bien adapté à la chaleur des savanes et des steppes. Il est peut-être le premier à posséder une peau nue, capable de transpirer.

To deal is to sacrifice. To deal well is to be Hunter. To deal at whatver cost, for what your heart most desires is to love.

I think people see death as the hunter, but it's just the ticket taker, the timekeeper. It's the sound of a record playing in the background.

I think people see death as the hunter, but it's just the ticket taker, the timekeeper. It's the sound of a record playing in the background.

Man is the hunter; woman is his game.

The hunter sinks his arrows into the trees and then paints the targets around them. The trees imagine they are deer. The deer imagine they are safe. The arrows: they have no imagination.

We should've brought him a silver stake," Dimitri said. "I'm surprised Eddie hasn't taught him already.

Hawk could track a salmon to its spawning bed without getting wet. But