Quotes About Wild

Your hair is a tangled mess,he said, thinking he liked it that way, like a lion's mane.

I opine you wouldn't know help if it smacked you in the face. Stubborn, bullheaded, wild fey thing of a woman. - Pierce

You're not a conventional man." "No!" He hooted. "I never claimed to be! Except before certain selection committees of course. A conventional man! Ah, ha ha ha ha ha!—the conventional men get Maya. That is their reward." And he laughed like a wild man.

Anything is possible on Fasnacht, Art said. Let's go find the guggenmusikplatz, I like those bands. Guggenmusik? You know, brass bands. They're mostly school band reunions, and they play really loudly and out of tune. On purpose? Yes. It's a Swiss thing, I think. On festival night you're supposed to go wild, so for them that means playing your French horn out of tune!

In a high meadow, wild bighorn sheep. Their lambs gambol. When you see that gamboling with your own eyes, you'll know something you didn't know before. What will you know? Hard to say, but something like this: whether life means anything or not, joy is real. Life lives, life is living.

HEAR and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was, O my Best Beloved, when the Tame animals were wild. The Dog was wild, and the Horse was wild, and the Cow was wild, and the Sheep was wild, and the Pig was wild—as wild as wild could be—and they walked in the Wet Wild Woods by their wild lones. But the wildest of all the wild animals was the Cat. He walked by himself, and all places were alike to him.

Han spiste visst renmose iblandt, for hans ånde duftet som hos en renokse. Det var nogen vildtsmak av hans ånde.

There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.

In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep. —Socrates (469–399 BCE)

The healing of our relationship with place begins with the preservation of the natural environment. We cannot go to the wild for renewal if no wilderness is left.

I'm certainly not interested in religion for religion's sake or for some kind of structure or stabilizing force. Religion is supposed to be for God's sake and God is an unpredictable, wild thing.

I am sad, sad as a circus-lioness.

We are beasts, you know, beasts risen from the savannas and jungles and forests. We have come down from the trees and up out of the water, but you can never, ever fully remove the feral nature from our psyches.

Unlike conventional jocks, who tend to sell aluminum siding and give canned speeches to parochial-school athletic banquets in the off-season, race drivers never shuck their image when they leave the stadium. They are supposed to be zany, nomadic soldiers of fortune who are involved in wild endeavors during every waking moment.

O, mighty, divinely delimited wisdom of walls, boundaries! I is perhaps the most magnificent of all inventions. Man ceased to be a wild animal only when he build the first wall. Men ceased to be a wild man only when we built the Green Wall, only when, by means of that wall, we isolated our perfect machine world from the irrational, ugly world of trees, birds, and animals...

Hence paradoxically, as we accumulate more data and increase our computing power, events become wilder and more unexpected.

In the wild, cattle roamed as they pleased in herds with a complex social structure. The castrated and domesticated ox wasted away his life under the lash and in a narrow pen, labouring alone or in pairs in a way that suited neither its body nor its social and emotional needs. When an ox could no longer pull the plough, it was slaughtered.

I love the Holy Spirit. She is like the wild child of the Trinity, anywhere and everywhere moving, calling forth, and stirring things up.

I need this wild life, this freedom.

When I rode—I rode like the wind," she replied, "and never had time to stop for anything.

Three times in the wild, you've glimpsed cougars. They have the unpredictable beauty of a waterspout, lethal verbs that haven't yet struck an unsuspecting noun. How many have seen a two hundred–foot waterspout whirl up a glacier-green inlet? The word, terror, isn't harsh enough.

Oh God, Leon's laugh. So dark and wild you could drown a bag of kittens in it.

Stay firmly in your path and dare; be wild two hours a day!

That's how things were out here in the wild, she was learning. Dangerous or beautiful. Or both.