Quotes About Wildness

She tips back her head and howls: Moooooown! Oh wonderful moooooowwwwwyyyn!

Underneath it all, we are wild and we know it.

There is a savagery in all of us

Some things ought to exist outside capitalism, and wildness should be one of them.

Indoor cats don't lose their wildness, which is one reason I am so fascinated by them. They seem to retain all their jungly qualities no matter what.

they speak whatever's on their mind they do whatever's in their pants the boys i mean are not refined they shake the mountains when they dance

Thus always does history, whether of marsh or market place, end in paradox. The ultimate value in these marshes is wildness, and the crane is wildness incarnate. But all conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wildness left to cherish.

Thus always does history, whether or marsh or market place, end in paradox. The ultimate value in these marshes is wildness, and the crane is wildness incarnate. But all conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish.

Prize the natural spaces and shorelines most of all, because once they're gone, with rare exceptions they're gone forever. In our bones we need the natural curves of hills, the scent of chapparal, the whisper of pines, the possibility of wildness. We require these patches of nature for our mental health and our spiritual resilience.

Earth will be monetized until all trees grow in straight lines, three people own all seven continents, and every large organism is bred to be slaughtered. ON THE SIDE of the other trailer, Watchman paints words in an alphabet wild and vivid.

She had always seemed to him to be deep-down wild, the wilder because she harnessed that wildness most of the time.

Some people say with the wolf kept out, our country lost its wildness. There was room for plant eaters but the woods are not the same as they were. The shadows of the forest are different, the wind is different.

Jess wouldn't argue that, but he saw her as a beautiful wild creature who had been caught for a moment in that dirty old cage of a schoolhouse, perhaps by mistake.

She wanted to say 'I love you like a thunderstorm, like a lion, like a helpless rage'…

A tiger doesn't proclaim his tigritude, he pounces

We come into the world as wild things and go out the same way, no matter how many boxes of lead or concrete we sheath about our bones (and the faster we consume the resources that eons of creative wildness have left us, the faster will the wild forces of deterioration pull us down). So it is not enough to look back and admire wildness as our heritage, we must look forward to it as well.

All humans are essentially wild creatures and hate confinement. We need what is wild, and we thrill to it, our wildness bubbling over with an anarchic joie de vivre. We glint when the wild light shines. The more suffocatingly enclosed we are - tamed by television, controlled by mortgages and bureaucracy - the louder our wild genes scream in aggression, anger and depression.

What is wild cannot be bought or sold, borrowed or copied. It is. Unmistakable, unforgettable, unshakable, elemental as earth and ice, water, fire and air, a quintessence, pure spirit, resolving into no constituents. Don't waste your wildness: it is precious and necessary.

A wild creature is not subject to any will except its own

Germania hitlerist? dresa ?i domina instinctele s?lbatice ale omului ?i punea în slujba ei toat? magia pe care o pot genera noaptea, t?cerea ?i fr??ia de sânge.

Personally, I believe very much in values of savagery; I mean: instinct, passion, mood, violence, madness.

Cocteau fell for Raray [shooting La Belle et la Bête ] ? the park, not the castle. We didn't shoot in the castle, only in the park, with that marvelous hunting scene in stone. I think it was mostly because the park wasn't properly maintained. That was what pleased Cocteau most ? the sense of wildness, exactly matching the nature of the beast.

Everybody likes outlaws. Everybody wants to look at them, like they are in the zoo.

He was like a young tiger, all muscle and passion, and she wanted to ride him--not to tame the beast, but to feel for a small moment all of his vitality.