Quotes About Wild

People sometimes call me Wolf.

The wolf is my favorite animal.

Barring some competition from whales, wolves are probably America's most popular wild animal. Wolves are also contenders for America's most unpopular wild animal, with perhaps some competition from coyotes.

My family's full of wild women.

She folded her arms across her breasts and looked at me like a lioness.

The fire bit into my legs like a rabid fox.

He went back through the wet wild woods, waving his wild tail, and walking by his wild lone. But he never told anybody.

large black cat with bright, yellow eyes.

I like my hair messy. My love wild. And my sex aggressive. But I'm still a sensitive woman, just with passion.

She was a French rose growing wild amid the hothouse flowers of London.

Apollo, sacred guard of earth's true core, Whence first came frenzied, wild prophetic word...

Via the conduit of a wild dog pack, she has now made the ultimate Gift to her fellow Creatures, and has become part of God's great dance of proteins.

Single strand of pearls, wild, not cultured. (Worth it, she said: only the wild ones had souls.)

She saw in his eyes defeat of her wild dreams, her mad desires.

A pain slashed through her heart as savagely as a wild animal's fangs.

She had the temper of a Tartar and the rages of a wild cat and, at such times, she did not seem to care what she said or how much it hurt.

I'm shy, but when the time comes to be wild, I'm fun-loving, adventurous, and mysterious.

They didn't have a problem with me being wild and crazy when it came time to fill the arenas.

Say, Nana... You look like stray cat, wild and proud. But I can see the wound in your heart. At the time I just thought it was cool. I never realized how hurt you were.

Your voice is wild and simple. You are untranslatable Into any one tongue.

Wild honey smells of freedom The dust - of sunlight The mouth of a young girl, like a violet But gold - smells of nothing.

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.

Life is way wilder than I am comfortable with, way farther out, as we used to say, more magnificent, more deserving of awe and, I would add, more benevolent—well-meaning, kindly.

Thank God I am in charge of so little, or this could never have happened; life is much wilder, richer, and more profound than I am comfortable with.