Quotes About Wild

I was a maniac as a teenager; I'm not going to sugarcoat it. I was crazy.

As a teenager, I really loved Catherine Ribeiro - extremely powerful, wild, improvisatory voice. I loved old psych-rock bands, and Michael Hurley, and Harry Nilsson. And then later on I discovered the famous European singer Demis Roussos, who used to be in Aphrodite's Child.

The wild hetman stood like a statue for a space, dimly grasping something of the cosmic tragedy of the fitful ephemera called mankind and the hooded shapes of darkness which prey upon it.

In writing these yarns I've always felt less as creating them than as if I were simply chronicling his adventures as he told them to me. That's why they skip about so much, without following a regular order. The average adventurer, telling tales of a wild life at random, seldom follows any ordered plan, but narrates episodes widely separated by space and years, as they occur to him.

True beasts know no gods.

Courage without conscience is a wild beast.

A winning wave, deserving note,In the tempestuous petticoat,A careless shoestring, in whose tieI see a wild civility,Do more bewitch me than when artIs too precise in every part.

He was said to ride hallooing through the night, to be ready to shoot, hunt, or swim anywhere in any weather, to be able to drink half a dozen young lieutenants from nearby garrisons under the table, to wake up his occasional guests by firing a pistol through their bedroom windows, to have seduced every peasant girl in all the villages, to have released a fox in a lady's drawing room.

The hour has come to leave for the meeting place where I show him my face. He shall see the dark fire of my eyes and hear the wild wind in my voice. He will feel my presence full of stars, scanning his soul, and he shall know my raw power in his bones. I go to the meeting place where he will surrender to my fierce energy. The dancing, brooding passion goes in the cloak of night to where the human dares not go, but must. I am his destiny and his death, and he knows not my name.

She had hoped, in vain, that her voice would not falter. When she tried to reach out to him, he pulled away, still holding on to the tiller with dead-white fingers. "No, no," he said, drawing back in horror. "Don't touch me." His eyes were wild, the stubble on his pale young cheeks flecked

He sensed that he had served as a conduit, however fleetingly, for something suddenly free and wild, something as old as time, and unutterably bad.

The wild animal loves pure men because those men, at one time, were themselves prey.

Padre Blazon was almost shouting by this time, and I had to hush him. People in the restaurant were staring, and one or two of the ladies of devout appearance were heaving their bosoms indignantly. He swept the room with the wild eyes of a conspirator in a melodrama and dropped his voice to a hiss. Fragments of food, ejected from his mouth by this jet, flew about the table. [p.201]

Can't all beasts be tamed?

Cannot a Beast be tamed?

The herb border ran wild, and the air smelled wonderful; the breezes often stirred the piney, mossy smell of the forest with the sharp smell of herbs, mixed in the warm smell of fresh bread from the kitchen, and then flung the result over the meadow like a handful of new gold coins.

I felt a strong desire to howl at the moon. It was such a howlable moon. But I restrained myself.

I turned to a smiling Ganelon, his beard and wild hair molten in a merciless light.

Get down, get naked, get savage.

He became known for breaking in wild horses for local farmers, a sight that drew admiring spectators to the village square. He tamed even the most refractory horses through a fine sensitivity to their nature rather than by his physical prowess. "If people knew how much more they could get out of a horse by gentleness than by harshness," Grant once observed, "they would save a great deal of trouble both to the horse and the man.

You make me feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry. Not your fault, she said. It's just the way you are. And what way is that? You're like something feral!

Reacher said nothing in reply to that. Feral, from the Latin adjective ferus, wild, via bestia fera, wild animal. Generally held to mean having escaped from domestication, and having devolved back to a natural state.

Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyena, and you're a bone!

She's stark raving mad!