Quotes About Wolf

Keith dreamed of dragons again, and awoke cold in his bed, curled into a ball that would have been his tail tucked tight across his nose and eyes if he had been in wolf's shape.

Oh, the wolf has a sense of whimsy, does he?

The Wolf wore leather gloves, and still the heat of his body soaked through, so hot Cathoair thought he would surely have burns wherever the wolf touched him.

The boy who was Strifbjorn is a whore. It's an irony the wolf should be prepared to savor, before he leaves the boy to his fate.

The black Russian wolf-the oborotni-seemed wired together out of broomsticks, but the grip that matched Keith's was as unyielding as the ambition in his eyes.

Delicious. Delicious irony, that they should come back together at the end of the world. Again. And that the wolf should know all, and the boy knew nothing. As he means…nothing.

The wolf stalks him anyway, this accidental discovery, this pale-eyed, scar-faced child who was not a child, two thousand years gone by when the wolf loved him.

As blatant a declaration of intent as a wolf could make without a challenge snarled.

Somehow his memory for things concerning the Wolf-and Muire, for that matter-seemed very crisp. Vivid, as if only they they were real and the rest of his life had been a dream.

Even if a tamed wolf makes a good sheepdog, he will never understand how the sheep feel....You are most fortunate. For having been, as you thought, a coward, and helpless to fight - you know what that is like. You know what bitterness that feeling breeds - you know in your own heart what kind of evil it brings. And so you are most fit to fight it where it occurs.

He was laughing under his breath, like a cruel wolf, as he leaned over to light his last cigarette. Books play that kind of trick, he thought. And everyone gets the devil he deserves.

Flattery looks like friendship, just like a wolf looks like a dog.

A good choreographer is one that's going to collaborate, teach, guide - everything. The wonderful thing on 'Brotherhood of the Wolf' was that we had Philip Kwok - he choreographed John Woo's 'Hard Boiled,' and in the '70s, he was a martial arts actor, stunt man, fighter, choreographer in Hong Kong.

Wolf's wool is the best wool, but it cannot be sheared, because the wolf will not comply. With knowledge as with wolves' surliness, the student studies voluntarily, refusing to be less than individual. He gives his opinion and then rests upon it; he renders service when there is no reward, and is too reclusive for some things to seem to touch him; not because he has no feeling but because he has so much.

Vane pulled out his wallet and handed several hundred dollar bills to Henri. Do me a favor. That guy downstairs Taylor. Give him the worst table in the house. Henri's eyes danced with amusement. For you, Mr. Kattalakis, anything. Vane took his seat as Henri walked off. That was so bad of you, she said with a coy smile. Do you want me to take it back? Hardly. I was merely pointing out that it was bad. What can I say? I'm just a big bad wolf.

Riches and abundance come hypocritically clad in sheep's clothing, pretending to be security against anxieties, and they become then the object of anxiety. They secure a man against anxieties just about as well as the wolf that is put to tending the sheep.

But keep the wolf far thence, that's foe to men,For with his nails he'll dig them up again.

Right! There are plots. Your beauty! Oh, ten thousand curses on 't! How long have I beheld the devil in crystal! Thou hast led me, like an heathen sacrifice, With music, and with fatal yokes of flowers, To my eternal ruin. Woman to man Is either a god, or a wolf.

El lobo se vestía con piel de cordero y el rebaño consentía el engaño.»

What shall prevail against the spirit of man, When cold, the lean and snarling wolf of hunger, The threatening spear of ice-mailed Solitude, Silence, and space, and ghostly-footed Fear Prevail not?

Starry sky my sister cursed men star your death the light of a great cold solitude of lightning absence of humanity at last I empty myself of memories a desert sun effaces my name star I see its silence ice it cries out like a wolf on my back I fall to the ground it kills me I guess.

Wolf exchanged objurgations with an Airedale seated in a large touring-car and

Scholars of the Therin Collegium, from their comfortable position well inland, could tell you that the wolf sharks of the Iron Sea are beautiful and fascinating creatures, their bodies more packed with muscle than any bull, their abrasive hide streaked with every color from old-copper green to stormcloud black. Anyone actually working the waterfront in Camorr and on the nearby coast could tell you that wolf sharks are big aggressive bastards that like to jump .

The Grasshopper mouse is carnivorous, immune to venom, eats scorpions, and howls like a wolf to claim its territory