Quotes About Animal

I'd shake my head and not mention that what I love are cut flowers, because this sounds so violent and decadent, like when Salvador Dalí said his favorite animal was fillet of sole.

Love has bridged the high-rises of despair we were about to fall between. Love has been a penlight in the blackest, bleakest nights. Love has been a wild animal, a poultice, a dinghy, a coat. Love is why we have hope.

Jealousy is a terrible sine and a vicious companion: an animal that eats and claws and gives no quarter. - Pg. 167

He'd been meaning to buy a cat anyhow, he said. (But notice how he'd used the word buy, apparently unaware that true animal lovers would not be caught dead in a pet shop.)

The first rule of snooping is to come at it sideways--when you began writing me dizzy letters about Alexander, I didn't ask if you were in love with him, I asked what his favorite animal was. And your answer told me everything I needed to know about him--how many men would admit that they loved ducks?

It's wrong to live in nature, unless you want to live like an animal.

She was a fairy-tale princess out of his comic book fantasies. She glowed like a star. He hated it. It made his jaw clench [...]. It made him want to wreck something, punch walls, hurl plates. He wanted to drag her into a corner and rip off her glittering veil of illusions. Remind her that she was his beautiful wild animal, not this remote, perfect being. She was earth and sweat and blood and bone, she was hunger and need and howling at the moon. Just like him. Part of him.

the indestructibility of the army pack mule. Falling from a height of thirty feet, one of these creatures—watched in amazement by a regiment of troopers whose colonel recorded the incident in his memoirs—"turned a somersault, struck an abutment, disappeared under water, came up, and swam ashore without disturbing his pack.

There are so many new skyscrapers being built in our city of rain, I wonder if everybody's spirit animal is now the construction crane.

You could have said 'Excuse me.' (Zarek) I'm not talking to you. (Astrid) Love you, too, babe. (Zarek) You really are an animal, aren't you? (Astrid) Woof, woof. (Zarek)

So what do wolves do to date?" Nick asked. "We don't date," Vane said. "When a woman is in season, we fight for her and then she picks who mounts her." Nick gaped. "Are you kidding? You don't have to buy her dinner? You mean you don't even have to talk to her?" He turned to Acheron. "Dayam, Ash, make me a wolf.

It was all primal instinct. A dog doesn't know why it barks or growls. It just knows something about its environment isn't right and it reacts.

I'm not an animal. I don't pretty on people's families to get back at them. (Angelia) Oh, girl, trust me. Animals don't revenge-kill or –attack. That's purely human. So in this case, you better act like an animal and guard her with your life. 'Cause that's what I'm going to take if she so much as gets a paper cut in your presence. (Vane)

Astrid or Aphrodite, she is my Circe. only instead of turning a man into an animal, she has made the animal human --Zarek

What are you going to do? (Angelia) I ought to rip your throat out. But lucky for you, I'm just a dumb animal and killing for revenge isn't in my nature. Killing to protect myself and those in my pack is another story. You'd do well to remember that. (Fury)

I think I'm going to barf a hairball." – Sasha "You can't. You're canine." – Sundown "Tell that to the hairball in my stomach." – Sasha

A part of me feels like I was an animal in my past life that wasn't treated very nicely.

The cow is the purest type of sub-human life.

bits were "truths" that could be said in a line—"a human is the only animal that can be skinned twice" or "a man who trims himself to suit everybody will soon whittle himself away.

the very people who clamor the loudest about animal suffering won't actually pay for meat that has been ethically slaughtered.

The desert was always there, a patient white animal, waiting for men to die, for civilizations to flicker and pass into the darkness.

My horse went lame about ten days back and I turned him loose.

The rain thickened; then slacked, then came down again in floods; the night crackled and roared with change and iron cold. Drunk with coziness, the pup wallowed beside me and groaned, and I remember wondering, before I slept, a little more about the relationship of storms to man … If, being animal, we ring like guitar strings to nature's furies, what hope can there be for our ultimate, planned peacefulness?

A dog is not "almost human", and I know of no greater insult to the canine race than to describe it as such.