Quotes About Beast

I want to share in endless ways, My expression of love for you, I'm no longer the beast of burden, Twas lifted when I fell for you.

The human heart is a wild and bruised beast and often acts accordingly.

The power in the Wood isn't some blind hating beast; it can think and plan, and work towards its own ends. It can see into the hearts of men, all the better to poison them.

Every labyrinth has its minotaur

To him, nature was a merciless beast that fed on its young without caring about the fate of the beings it harboured.

He waited for the black, terrible anger as though for some beast out of the night. But it did not come to him. His bowels seemed weighted with lead, and he walked slowly and lingered against fences and the cold, wet walls of buildings by the way. Descent into the depths until at last there was no further chasm below. He touched the solid bottom of despair and there took ease.

I was seventeen when I fell in love with the beast named Charlie. "Fell" is the appropriate word because it was indeed my downfall.

Earl Campbell, he's a beast. I got a chance to talk to him; he's a legend in my eyes. To be mentioned along his name is a dream come true.

Seven hundred and fifty pounds in the divinest form that money can wear—that of necessary food for man and beast: should the risk be run of deteriorating this bulk of corn to less than half its value, because of the instability of a woman? Never, if I can prevent it! said Gabriel. Such was the argument that

When I said that Mercy stood Within the borders of the wood, I meant the lenient beast with claws And bloody swift-dispatching jaws. —LAWRENCE SPINGARN

Al decir que la piedad se esconde en la misma linde del bosque, me refería a la bestia indulgente con garras y fauces feroces y ensangrentadas.

There was just enough light from the fire to see the despair in Fleetwood's face, despair like a corrupt form of hope, that here at last might be his great crisis—the unappeasable tribesmen, the unforeseen tempest, the solid terrain gone to quicksand, the beast stalking him for miles and years. Otherwise what life could he expect as one more murderer with his money in Rand shares, destined for golf courses, restaurants with horrible food and worse music, the aging faces of his kind?

I am trapped in darkness, Erienne. I can only come to you when the night will hide my face, and yet there grows in me a craving to take you in my arms while the sun is high, when I can see you flushed and warm with passion. 'Tis my hell that I must be a beast of the night." -Lord Saxton

I stared at Kate in disbelief. "I know, I know," she said, walking toward me, hands raised as if to calm a dangerous beast. "She's not coming," I said. "She's coming." "She can't." "She's coming.

It's dark out, Jack, the stations out there don't identify themselves, we're in it raw-blind like burned rats, it's running out all around us, the footprints of the beast, one nobody has any notion of. The white and vacant eyes of something above there, something that doesn't know we exist. I smell heartbreak up there, Jack, a heartbreak at the center of things, and in which we don't figure at all.

we lay there in the dark for a split second before the beast galumphed toward us. Meabh, always quick with a sword, sprang to her feet and charged the dragon head-on while I mostly just wondered who or what I'd offended in a past life that this one was peopled by dragons. Except I didn't have any past lives, so apparently I'd offended somebody in this life and was facing instant karma. That didn't really improve anything, in my ever so humble opinion.

Es sorprendente la transformación que se opera en el carácter de un individuo al irrumpir en él las fuerzas colectivas. Un ser humano afable y sensato puede tornarse un maníaco o una bestia salvaje.

Quite forgetting the dying Beast's ugliness, Beauty ministers to him. He tells her that he was unable to live without her, and that he will die happy now that she has returned. But Beauty realizes that she cannot live without Beast, that she has fallen in love with him. She tells him so, and promises to be his wife if only he will not die.

She's beauty and she's the beast, rolled into one.

Ashlyn had mentioned her, but not which warrior the woman belonged to. Whoever it was obviously treated her well. Never had Danika seen a happier female. Lucien released a sigh. "What are you up to, Anya? You only grin like that when you have something planned." Scarred Lucien was her man? Wow. A true beauty and the beast.

What kind of a woman greets the Beast Lord with 'here, kitty, kitty'?" he asked.

One might accept death reasoningly, with every aspect of the conscious mind, but the body was a brute beast that knew nothing of reason.

pero cualquiera con fanatismo, poder e impunidad puede transformarse en una bestia

I'm not turning my back on music anytime soon, but it's just a blessing to have options open. A lot of artists just have rap, and that's it. But once rap stops, it's hard to get into that Hollywood circle; it really is. It's a whole 'nother beast that people think they're ready for, but they're really not.