Quotes About Wildness

Magick is a doorway through which we step into mystery, wildness, and immanence.

And the posture of the older oak trees reaching toward this sky had a jut, a wildness and entitlement, predating permanent settlement; memories of an unfenced world were written in the cursive of their branches.

She had a strange, wild beauty, a face that was disconcerting at first, but unforgettable. Her eyes in particular had an expression, at once voluptuous and fierce, that I have never seen on any human face. 'Gypsy's eye, wolf's eye' is a phrase Spaniards apply to people with keen powers of observation.

There was that odor about her: not a sweetness, exactly, but a wildness suggesting breezes that have touched cold water and living wood.

It was like a great bee come home from some field where the honey is full of poison wildness, of insanity and nightmare, its body crammed with that over-rich nectar and now it was sleeping the evil out of itself.

I'm a good dog," says Lynch. "Woof, woof! I had fun. I did exactly what you'd expect a young fucking buck to do when he's off the leash. He fucking runs, shits everywhere, and has a ball. You're supposed to go, 'Get 'em, Bosco!' You're not supposed to train him.

The wildness of the soil that we call fertility begins to diminish, and the soil itself begins to flee from us in water and wind.

And I to my motorcycle Parked like the soul of the junkyard Restored, a bicycle fleshed With power, and tore off Up Highway 106, continually Drunk on the wind in my mouth, Wringing the handlebar for speed, Wild to be wreckage forever.

It was good standing there on the promontory overlooking the evening sea, the fog lifting itself like gauzy veils to touch his face. There was something in it akin to flying; the sense of being lifted high above crawling earth, of being a part of the wildness of air.

The body—the cage—is everything of the most respectable—but through the bars, the wild animal looks out.

Sometimes it is possible to still embrace the wildness of home, even if the lone window in your room only blooms snow and more snow.

What is the message that wild animals bring, the message that seems to say everything and nothing? What is this message that is wordless, that is nothing more or less than the animals themselves- that the world is wild, that life is unpredictable in its goodness and its danger, that the world is larger than your imagination.

We talk of wild animals, but the wildest animal is man.

Wild men are so enormously attractive.

To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown.

In our bones we need the natural curves of hills, the scent of chaparral, the whisper of pines, the possibility of wildness.

Wildness is the preservation of the World.

The wild woman is fluent in the language of dreams, images, passion, and poetry.

When I was your age these warm nights you couldn't of held me down with a log chain. I'd do anything. I'd wake up in Alaska hung over with my beard froze to the ground. I'd hang around and pick me up one of them young girls that wanders around. Take her down by the tie yard and throw a tool to her.

young worshipers of flesh who live on her right and who never appear except to hang out towels or to speed in and out of the late afternoon in their car. Their hands are for each other. They allow the weeds all liberty.

We do not punish the leopard for its wildness.

Free will is as important to the law as it is to religion or any other code of morality. We do not punish the leopard for its wildness.

I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river Is a strong brown god-sullen, untamed and intractable.

In God's wildness lies the hope of the world-the great fresh unblighted, unredeemed wilderness. The galling harness of civilization drops off, and wounds heal ere we are aware.