Quotes About Unruly

It has been very truly said that the mob has many heads, but no brains.

The tongue can no man tame; it is an unruly evil.

the United States was a different story. It was, as all the world knew, a completely insane and out-of-hand country, unable to control itself.

My hair is naturally super curly. But I really don't do so much to it. I just sleep on it and see what happens.

Isabelle had always been impetuous, a force of nature, really, a girl who liked to break rules. Countless nuns and teachers had learned that she could be neither controlled nor contained.

English loves to stay out all night dancing with other languages, all decked out in sparkling prepositions and irregular verbs. It is unruly and will not obey—just when you think you have it in hand, it lets down its hair along with a hundred nonsensical exceptions.

But no one may know the shape of the tale in which they move. And, perhaps, we do not truly know what sort of beast it is, either. Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.

Of course, we would like to tell her which. But no one may know the shape of the tale in which they move. And, perhaps, we do not truly know what sort of beast it is, either. Stories have a way of changing faces. They are unruly things, undisciplined, given to delinquency and the throwing of erasers. This is why we must close them up into thick, solid books, so they cannot get out and cause trouble.

Hope is a very unruly emotion.

I was quite naughty at school.

As a kid, I was hyperactive and the naughty one in school. I wouldn't listen to anyone and thought I knew best. At home, I was always breaking things and annoying everyone.

It was impossible to tame, like leeches.

Her hair came first, a wild tangle as if several heads of hair were having a wrestling match, and the rest of her followed, frowning and tall. There are many mysteries I have never solved, and the hair of my chaperone is perhaps my most curious unsolved case.

If you told me to describe myself in one word, it would be: not very good at following directions.

incorrigible

Lydia was Lydia still; untamed, unabashed, wild, noisy, and fearless.

'Occupy' is nothing but a pack of louts, thieves, and rapists, an unruly mob, fed by Woodstock-era nostalgia and putrid false righteousness. These clowns can do nothing but harm America.

My most noticeable physical trait is, hands down, my hair. It's big, unruly and curly, and you can spot it from a mile away... literally.

The infinite in mathematics is alway unruly unless it is properly treated.

In Hollywood, a normal-size body is unruly.

The most experience I had in the criminology field is playing a thug as an actor. That was my first paid job. The police academy at the college was paying people to reenact the calls that potential cops would get. So I got to play thugs and people who were unruly.

I like to put coconut oil in my hair if it's looking dry. It's so unruly. It has a mind of its own.

Guilt, Ameline discovered, was a terrible, unruly think, like toothache - dull nagging, persistent, never far from attention. Just when you got used to its rumbling, ruminating presence, it would lash out, stike you down, stio you dead in your tracks. The worst thing was, it was entirely unpredicatable.

There is nothing more foolish, nothing more given to outrage than a useless mob.