Quotes About Wild

But those wild eyes met his, as the bloodshot eyes of the prairie wolves meet the eye of their leader, ere he rushes on at their head in the trail of the bison; but, alas! only to fall into the hidden snare of the Indian.

I am madness maddened! That wild

But his sister, Artemis of the wild, the lady of wild beasts, scolded him bitterly and spoke a word of revilement: 'You run from him, striker from afar...Fool, then why do you wear that bow, which is wind and nothing.

soon you could see his speed and his strength for yourself. Never could any wild animal, in the profound depths of the forest, escape, once he pursued. He was very clever at tracking. But now he is in bad times. His master, far from his country, has perished, and the women are careless, and do not look after him; 320 and serving men, when their masters are no longer about, to make them work, are no longer willing to do their rightful duties.

Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.

The greatest mania of all is passion: and I am a natural slave to passion: the balance between my brain and my soul and my body is as wild and delicate as the skin of a Ming vase.

With the truth so dull and depressing, the only working alternative is wild bursts of madness and filigree.

Turn the goddam music up! My heart feels like an alligator!

There is a huge body of evidence to support the notion that me and the police were put on this earth to do extremely different things and never to mingle professionally with each other, except at official functions, when we all wear ties and drink heavily and whoop it up like the natural, good-humored wild boys that we know in our hearts that we are..These occasions are rare, but they happen — despite the forked tongue of fate that has put us forever on different paths...

As for LSD, I highly recommend it. We had a fine, wild weekend and no trouble at all. The feeling it produces is hard to describe. 'Intensity' is a fair word for it. Try half a cube at first, just sit in the living room and turn on the music - after the kids have gone to bed. But never take it in uncomfortable or socially tense situations. And don't have anybody around whom you don't like.

The hoofbeats rang through the town like pistol shots.

Hungry people have the cunning of wild beasts.

It had been a bad trip Ã¢â'¬Â¦ fast and wild in some moments, slow and dirty in others, but on balance it looked like a bummer.

The room looked like the site of some disastrous zoological experiment involving whiskey and gorillas

I like to load up on mescaline and turn my amplifier up to 110 decibels for a taste of White Rabbit while the sun comes up on the snow-peaks along the Continental Divide. Which is not entirely the point. The world is full of places where a man can run wild on drugs and loud music and firepower -- but not for long.

His intelligence was relentless and wild, a fire even he couldn't control. It swallowed entire books at a sitting, finding flaws in arguments, gaps in evidence, errors in interpretation, in objects, far from his own.

Crazy Curran ranked right up there with monsoons, tornadoes, earthquakes, and other natural disasters.

Curran is the Beast Lord. Tremble.

The lion opened his mouth, showing his big teeth. Yes, yes, you're bad. We know, Your Majesty.

I'm the perfect kind of personality for making YouTube videos. I deal in short attention span theater. I do wild things.

I grew up on the South Island of New Zealand, in a city chosen and beloved by my parents for its proximity to the mountains - Christchurch is two hours distant from the worn saddle of Arthur's Pass, the mountain village that was and is my father's spiritual touchstone, his chapel and cathedral in the wild.

I'm free-spirited, and it gets me into trouble.

Hatchery trout are like New Yorkers who live crowded together. Eventually the hatchery trout shove the wild trout out. They aren't used to congregating together and eventually they go crazy and disappear.

My hair is a wild, untamable beast! I like letting it grow; my bangs grow whatever way they want and I kind of follow their rule. So side bangs, poof bangs - it's kind of unpredictable.