Quotes About Wild

The first law of the multitude is conformity. Civilization is the mechanism of controlling and maintaining that multitude. The more civilized a nation, the more conformed its population, until that civilization's last age arrives, when multiplicity wages war with conformity. The former grows ever wilder, ever more dysfunctional in its extremities; whilst the latter seeks to increase its measure of control, until such efforts acquire diabolical tyranny.

I have everything from leopard print slippers to leopard print sheets and pajamas.

Domesticated species don't command our respect the way their wild cousins often do. Evolution may reward interdependence, but our thinking selves continue to prize self-reliance.

My wager is that when we can find nature in these sorts of places as readily as we now find it in the wild, we'll have traveled a considerable distance toward understanding our place

Come and love me, be my apeman girl, and we will be so happy in my apeman world.

Love is the one wild card.

Let me arise and open the gate, to breathe the wild warm air of the heath, And to let in Love, and to let out Hate, And anger at living and scorn of Fate, To let in Life, and to let out Death.

Love is a rebellious bird that no one can tame

Compatibility is weird. Love is confusing. Love is one wild beast.

They said that love was terrifying and tender, wild and sweet, and none of it made any sense.But now I knew that every mad word was true.

She felt wild and unruly, determined and free.

Derek wants to do this totally wild and raw." "Slow and dumb doesn't mix with wild and raw." "Thanks for your input, Mr. Cray." "Seriously. The man almost got killed by the world's laziest alligator.

Wild chickens were roaming all over the streets. 'Your pal ought to feel right at home,' Merry said. 'You kidding? He hates the damn things. Says they're filthy and crawling with lice.' 'Chickens get lice?' Coolman said, 'I work hard not to think about it.

In Yellowstone, where ravens have dotted their black exclamation points onto the white pages of the snows of many thousands of winters

So we all love a wild girl keeping a hold On a dream she wants.

He acts like an animal, has an animal's habits! Eats like one, moves like one, talks like one! [...] Thousands and thousands of years have passed him right by, and there he is – Stanley Kowalski – survivor of the stone age! Bearing the raw meat home from the kill in the jungle!

I knew before asking the gypsy that something of this sort would happen to you. You have a spark of anarchy in your spirit and that's not to be tolerated. Nothing wild or honest is tolerated here! It has to be extinguished or used only to light up your nose for Mr. Gutman's amusement.

Rumour is information distilled so finely that it can filter through anything. It does not need doors and windows -- sometimes it does not need people. It can exist free and wild, running from ear to ear without ever touching lips.

This is Masher,' said Feeney. 'His father was a wild boar, his mother was surprised.

Sometimes t feels like I live in a circus and all the animals are loose.

This is what we can promise the future: a legacy of care. That we will be good stewards and not take too much or give back too little, that we will recognize wild nature for what it is, in all its magnificent and complex history - an unfathomable wealth that should be consciously saved, not ruthlessly spent. Privilege is what we inherit by our status as Homo sapiens living on this planet.

The Greek goddess Artemis, whose name means bear , embodies the wisdom of the wild. Christine Downing, in her book The Goddess: Mythological Images of the Feminine , describes her as 'the one who knows each tree by its bark or leaf or fruit, each beast by its footprint or spoor, each bird by its plumage or call or nest.

She'd loved their scent--not sweet and cloying like other flowers, but pungent. Assertive. She'd loved the way they sprang up wild in vacant lots and roadsides, reminders that true beauty is spontaneous and irrepressible.

I'm like the master. I like to walk on the wild side." It took me a moment to realize what he meant. "I am not the wild side," I told him flatly. "I'm about as far from the wild side as it's possible to get.