Quotes About Wild

Wild men, screaming through the keyholes.

Forget you are a man. Loose the animal you hide inside.

Does man differ from the other animals? Only in posture. The rest are bent, but he is a wild beast who walks upright.

The man who accepts the laissez-faire doctrine would allow his garden to grow wild so that roses might fight it out with the weeds and the fittest might survive.

Each man's soul is a menagerie where Conscience, the animal-tamer, lives with a collection of wild beasts.

Id like to be a lion... they are very family-oriented. Unfortunately. too many wild animals are afraid at what man can do to them.

The land was then covered with morasses and forests, which spread to a boundless extent, whenever man has ceased to exercise his dominion over the earth.

The mob gets out of hand, runs wild, worse than raging fire, while the man who stands apart is called a coward.

Until a man has love, it is well he should have fear. So long as there are wild beasts about, it is better to be afraid than secure.

Man is no man, but a wolf

Fly-fishing for wild trout on quiet waters must be one of the toughest and craziest ways to catch fish ever invented by man, as well as among the most frustrating and humiliating.

Children are gleeful barbarians.

The Hank Williams Syndrome: Come to Nashville, write some good songs, cut some hit records, make money, take all the drugs you can and drink all you can, become a wild man and all of a sudden die.

If I were asked to explain the Japanese spirit, I would say it is wild cherry blossoms glowing in the morning sun!

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.

She's the kind you don't take home to mother.

Mother Nature is not sweet.

It was her mother, I didn't know what to say, I was hanging by a string. She said, hey you two, I was once like you and liked to do the wild thing.

We humans fear the beast within the wolf because we do not understand the beast within ourselves.

The music had to be rooted, and yet had to branch out,like the wild imagination of a child.

Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.

Above the clouds I lift my wing To hear the bells of Heaven ring; Some of their music, though my fights be wild, To Earth I bring; Then let me soar and sing!

Music is always my great escape... I get to be that wild child and do whatever the hell I want on stage.

Music soothes my savage beast. I got a beast in me running wild.