Quotes About Wild

Unpredictable as a hungry lion, he might be feared by everyone else, but he never ripped out my throat, only licked me, and, if his tongue was a little rough sometimes, it was worth it to walk beside the king of the jungle.

Karen Marie Moning

I want to drop to all fours and bay like a wild thing drunk on being hungry and strong, a beast that could fuck for days without cease if I could only find someone that could take it as hard and long a I can give it.

I welcome her feral nature.

You're off your fucking rocker!" "You have no idea. I don't have a rocker anymore. I don't even have a fucking porch to put it on. And there certainly aren't slow paddling fans or magnolia trees blossoming above aforementioned missing chair.

No single imagination is wild or crass or cheesy enough to compete with the collective mindlessness that propels our fascination forward.

Arzosah turned, snapping her huge jaws, roaring again with a

Rohan gave her a coaxing nod toward the food like a man trying to get a wounded wild animal to eat. Was that what she had become after her ordeal? At home on the windy moors, alone with the falcons and the wild ponies, she had never been all that tame to start with.

I remember! This documentary said that after a dog dies, his soul is released into the world around us. His soul is released to run in the wild, run through the fields, enjoy the earth, the wind, the rivers, the rain, the sun, the… It's okay… They will see.

Boys did not go to work on the railroad simply because their fathers did. What fetched them were sights and sounds of moving trains, and above all the whistle of a locomotive. I've heard of the call of the wild, the call of the law, the call of the church. There is also the call of the railroad.

Read like a wolf eats.

She was beautiful in a way that only wild things can be beautiful.

The birds brought seeds & flowers & bits of brightly colored string & placed them in her hair while she slept so she would remember the wild joy of spring when she finally awoke.

One day he decided he was more dependent on the kindness of women than he liked so he went off to hunt wild beasts with his bare hands. But all he found was a stray dog & a couple of old pigeons & it was cold & he missed the sound of soft voices, so finally he came back & never worried about it again. —Iron John

And I knew you, a swelling in the heart, A silence in the heart, the wild wind-blown grass Burning–as the sun falls below the earth– Brighter than a bed of lilies struck by snow. — Brigit Pegeen Kelly, from "Elegy," The Orchard: Poems (BOA Editions Ltd., 2004)

Man is a bad animal....

And my eyes, too, have been opened," Krampus said. "For I clearly see that mankind has not yet forgotten who they are. That deep down their wild spirit still burns. That they need only a little nudge to be set free." Krampus grinned, beamed. "And I will always be there to give them that nudge . . . in some shape or form, no matter what games the gods may play.

For him I was like the land, something to care for...well, he loved to make things grow. But he resembled the land more than me. He needed constant cultivation, or the fruit turned wild.

Was the attack provoked? Rabid animals tend to attack without provocation. Trying to pick up or feed a wild animal and having it take a nip out of your finger is a very natural and unsuspect action. Having it leap from the shadows at your throat is an unprovoked and suspect attack.

I started at a sound so strange, long-drawn, and musically wild and unearthly, that the ball of free will dropped from my hand and I stood gazing...

I'm demonaic, I am madness maddened! That wild madness that's only calm to comprehend itself!

For not only do fabulous rumors naturally grow out of the very body of all surprising terrible events,—as the smitten tree gives birth to its fungi; but, in maritime life, far more than in that of terra firma, wild rumors abound, wherever there is any adequate reality for them to cling to.

I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world. This soothing savage had redeemed it. There he sat, his very indifference speaking a nature in which there lurked no civilized hypocrisies and bland deceits. Wild he was; a very sight of sights to see; yet I began to feel myself mysteriously drawn towards him.

Panting and snorting like a mad battle steed that has lost its rider, the masterless ocean overruns the globe.