Quotes About Wild

'Fargo,' man, with so many actors playing so many great characters, and then they do another season, and it changes all over again? It's wild.

If I'm wearing a vintage '50s-style dress, I'll wear some funky, wild shoes by a contemporary designer.

Tokyo style is so specific. And I'm a very big fan of their history. It's pretty simple. A lot of the time, people expect to see the wild style that comes out of Japan, but I think, traditionally, the style is very simple.

Australia is a wild place.

The crowds have always been known to be pretty loud and wild in the South.

What an incredible honor for us to share the stage with real life rock n' roll icons, the Rolling Stones. There are a lot of bucket list moments that you dream up as a performing musician, and this is a pretty wild one to actually have come true. You, in fact, can get some satisfaction!

A lot of my writing is not terribly civilized.

Sooner or later, animals will let loose a human trait, as men sometimes behave like a beast.

I have clinched and closed with the naked North, I have learned to defy and defend; Shoulder to shoulder we have fought it out — yet the Wild must win in the end.

The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places.

When people look most vicious, what you are seeing is not their animal side. It is the savagery that only humans can muster. When you see me loyal to my family, then you see the wolf.

Tread not into the fearsome night But pull the covers high, Step not into the wild dark wood For the Hobbers are dancing nigh

I was not brought up to know the Earth in intimate detail. No one I can remember from my childhood ever suggested that the land I lived on and was surrounded by contained anything important to me. My sense of kinship was connected to my house, my bedroom (my one almost personal space), my family, and my friends. I had no conscious sense of connection to the wild; the closest I came was that I deeply loved the trees in our small suburban backyard.

To destroy a wild thing for pride seems a potent act of domination.

I am trying to understand what it means to own a thing, especially a wild and living being. To have exclusive rights to its fate? To dispose of it at will? To deny others its use? Ownership seems a uniquely human behavior, a social contract validating the desire for purposeless possession and control.

I am trying to understand what it means to own a thing, especially a wild and living being. To have exclusive rights to its fate? To dispose of it at will? To deny others its use? Ownership seems a uniquely human behaviour, a social contract validating the desire for purposeless possession and control.

Where did these things come from? What are they made of and which one was made with a technology that inflicts minimal damage on the earth? Can I buy pens with the same mentality with which a person digs wild leeks?

Wild strawberries fit the definition of gift, but grocery store berries do not. It's the relationship between producer and consumer that changes everything. As a gift-thinker, I would be deeply offended if I saw wild strawberries in the grocery store. I would want to kidnap them all. They were not meant to be sold, only to be given.

As the scholar and writer Lewis Hyde notes, "It is the cardinal difference between gift and commodity exchange that a gift establishes a feeling-bond between two people." Wild strawberries fit the definition of gift, but grocery store berries do not. It's the relationship between producer and consumer that changes everything.

"Keep clear of the dupes that talk democracyAnd the dogs that talk revolution,Drunk with talk, liars and believers.I believe in my tusks.Long live freedom and damn the ideologies,"Said the gamey black-maned wild boarTusking the turf on Mal Paso Mountain.

You said I looked like a wild man." "You do." She grinned at him. "I'm used to it now." "What

We need an untamed Savior because… only a wildly redemptive Jesus can free us from the pain and bondage of past mistakes!

The song and the silence in the heart, That in part are prophecies, and in part Are longings wild and vain

If we were perfect, we'd be Wolves, right?