Quotes About Ferocious

Well, said Mary, love is ferocious, too.

I'm a real animal. I'm an animal.

May it please Heaven that the reader, emboldened and become of a sudden momentarily ferocious like what he is reading, may trace in safety his pathway through the desolate morass of these gloomy and poisonous pages. For unless he is able to bring to his reading a rigorous logic and a spiritual tension equal at least to his distrust, the deadly emanations of this book will imbibe his soul as sugar absorbs water.

What a ferocious creature you are," St. Vincent said, laughing. "I pity Westcliff if he crosses you again. In fact, I think I should warn him…

People had stances, they threw out opinions, they made ferocious noises, but decisions were often made in a flurry of competing silences, and what was not said mattered more than what was.

You look like you could be the love child of a grizzly bear and a navy destroyer.

My classes commenced on the seventh of September, a tall blue day as crisp as the white starched blouses of the coeds who filed into my classroom and nervously took their seats. Standing behind the lectern at eight o'clock sharp, suit fresh-pressed and chin scraped clean, I felt my nostrils flare like a stud's at the nubby tight sex of them, flustered and pink-scrubbed, giggling and moist; my tighs flexed, and I yawned ferociously.

It is certain, in any case, that ignorance, allied with power, is the most ferocious enemy justice can have.

The Saxon', he wrote, 'is the most ferocious of all foes. He comes upon you without warning;

Behind him hobbled Granma, who had survived only because she was as mean as her husband. She had held her own with a shrill ferocious religiosity that was as lecherous and as savage as anything Grampa could offer. . . As she walked she hiked her Mother Hubbard up to her knees, and she bleated her shrill terrible war cry: Pu-raise Gawd fur vittory.

the warfare between the unaroused male and female is constant and ferocious. Each blames the other for his loss of soul.

My father rebelled ferociously against his conservative upbringing where his father physically abused him.

Give them great meals of beef and iron and steel, they will eat like wolves and fight like devils.

The press is ferocious. It forgives nothing, it only hunts for mistakes . . . In my position anyone sane would have left a long time ago.

Little bitty thing? Dude, you didn't see her go straight-up psycho. She's like a hella honey badger.

Man wants to see nature and evolution as separate from human activities. There is the natural world, and there is man. But man also belongs to the natural world. If he is a ferocious predator, that too is a part of evolution.

from the vast plains lying between Russia and China there had poured into Europe a terrible race of beings called Huns. They seemed more like demons than men. Insensible alike to fear, to hunger, thirst, or cold, they appeased their ferocious appetites upon wild roots and raw meat.

The networks didn't want to encourage constructive political activism, so the "fight" always involved a ferocious, deregulation-mad, race-baiting winger pounding the crap out of a spineless, backpedaling centrist masquerading as a "leftist.

This girl. The one in the picture. She was more animal than human.

I really like the heart of Mary of Bethany. She was not an apostle. She was never famous, never wrote a book, never did a conference and never said much. Her passionate love was in secret—she just loved the Lord ferociously in secret.

What! A ferocious animal has sucked the blood of my family. I tell you to get rid of that beast, and you ask me, What shall we put in its place!" Voltaire's

One 'is' a genius only in the sense that one 'is' a syphilitic, in the sense that 'one' is violently problematized by a ferocious exteriority. One returns to the subject of which genius has been predicated to find it charred and devastated beyond recognition.

I thought of all the households in this country that would rejoice at a child's ferocious need to learn, of the fact that this book had been hidden away, and wanted to push Adeline Carpenter's face into the stew to boil along with her dumplings!

Nos cœurs sont des affamés. Notre esprit ne connaît pas le repos. La vie est belle à proportion qu'elle est féroce, comme nos proies.