Quotes About Wildness

I cannot lie to you," he whispered. "You know my thoughts. You know the beast that dwells inside. I try to be gentle with you, to listen to you. Always that wildness breaks free, but you tame me. Raven, please, I need you. And you need me. Your body is weak, I can feel your hunger. Your mind is fragmented--allow me to heal you. Your body cries out for mine as mine does for yours. Kiss me, Raven. Do not give up on us.

Cosette was not very timid by nature. There flowed in her veins some of the blood of the bohemian and the adventuress who runs barefoot. It will be remembered that she was more of a lark than a dove. There was a foundation of wildness and bravery in her

The poacher works in the woods, and the smuggler in the mountains or on the sea. The towns make men ferocious because it makes them corrupt. Mountains, sea, and forest make men reckless. They stir the wildness of men's nature, but do not necessarily destroy what is human

The towns make men ferocious because they make them corrupt. Mountains, sea, and forest make men reckless. They stir the wildness of men's nature, but do not necessarily destroy what is human.

There was a beauty in chaos, a wildness that hinted at things gone wrong and mistakes overcome.

I warn't never meant to be a lady, I know that now. I got streaks of wildness in me that trip me up every time, and just like streaks in clothes, there's some dirt that just won't wash out.

My nature is to be cheerful and my foolish self is very likely to be led astray by happy, frivolous things, things of the moment, and I just can't help it, Jaimy, I can't. There is a wildness in me that can't be denied. I

No le sorprendió, tampoco, sentir una doble perforacIón en la garganta al echar la cabeza atrás: su preciosa pantera sólo estaba un poco domesticada en realidad, y necesitaba aprender algunas cosas básicas sobre la etiqueta de las citas, por ejemplo, que uno besa antes de morder.

Dream not ... of having tasted all the grandeur and wildness of fancy till you have gone mad!

When he faced her again, he had never looked to her so much like one of the Fair Folk. His eyes were full of feral amusement, a carelessness that spoke of a world where there was no human Law. He seemed to bring the wildness of Faerie into the room with him: a cold, sweet magic that was nevertheless a bitter at the roots. The storm calls you as it calls me, does it not? He held out a hand to her, half-beckoning, half-offering. "Why lie?" he said.

Jace, on the other hand, looked like the sort of boy who'd come over to your house and burn it down for kicks.

I said: I could be a wolf for you. I could put my teeth on your throat. I could growl. I could eat you whole. I could wait for you in the dark. I could howl against your hair.

Lugudel on kombeks oma iseloomu muuta. Nad on taltsutamatud, nad ei allu reeglitele ja kalduvad huligaansusele ja kustutuskummide loopimisele. Sellepärast tuleb nad paksudesse, rasketesse raamatutesse kinni panna, et nad ei pääseks välja ega teeks pahandust.

Wildness and wet . . . let them be left . . . ' " " 'Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

Increasingly political, assertive, articulate, and outspoken as we age, many of us become, paradoxically, the girls we were once: wild, hearty, courageous, and playful.

A cat is an example of sophistication minus civilization.

After all, cats are the only untamed pets that we have. You cannot tame a cat.

Wildness dances Inhibition stumbles

I felt myself like a foolish bird, a bird born in a cage without power to attain freedom... I walked along the fields, by the neat iron railing with which they were enclosed. All about me was visible the care of man. Nature herself seemed under the power of the formal influence, and flourished with rigidity and decorum. Nothing was left wild. The trees were lopped into proper shape, cut down here where their presence seemed inelegant and planted there to complete the symmetry of a group.

But he had the tendency of all wildly disorganized people to suppose that the lives of others were tamer and less sensual and more cerebral than his own.

She was like a wild animal who didn't know whether to come to the outstretched hand or to flee and kept making startled little rushes, first in one direction and then in the other.

If we can combine our knowledge of science with the wisdom of wildness, if we can nurture civilization through roots in the primitive, man's potentialities appear to be unbounded.

Wouldn't it be dreadful if some day in our own world, at home, men start going wild inside, like the animals here, and still look like men, so that you'd never know which were which.

Men and women, they were beautiful and wild, all a little violent under their pleasant ways and only a little tamed.