Quotes About Wild

Rise' gave me an idea for the rest of the music's concepts. I really thought of the sun when I listened it. So I imagined nature, and the jungle, because the soundtrack is wild. It was a real vision of the sun from the universe and of nature!

I belong with the trees, the wind, the earth beneath my feet.I belong in the land of enchanting things.But mostly, I belong entwined in your kiss, lost, yet wild and free, pure bliss, like poetry.

Monsters were wild. Monsters were strong. Monsters were fierce and free.If I was monstrous...perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing.

Love her but leave her wild.

Those with wild hearts love biglove fiercelylove with every fiberof their feral being.

Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is.

Occasionally you can hear her howl, when the sky is black and the moon is full.

Don't blame my heart's appetite for how it chooses to feast, for my heart is a wild lover, an all-consuming beast.

He smelled like a wolf and I knew I should run, instead I opened my heart and invited him in for a bite.

She had a wild, wandering soul but when she loved, she loved with chaos and that made all the difference.

Give me meaning, give me soul. Give my rapture, wild, a heart that is raw. Give me a mind that thinks for itself and imagines freely.

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

I'm a tangled mess of wild.

Success must be attracted through understanding and application of laws which are as immutable as is the law of gravitation. It cannot be driven into the corner and captured as one would capture a wild steer.

Remember that for an event to be a Black Swan, it does not just have to be rare, or just wild; it has to be unexpected, has to lie outside our tunnel of possibilities. You must be a sucker for it.

In finance, for instance, people use flimsy theories to manage their risks and put wild ideas under "rational" scrutiny.

Shame, Despair, Solitude! These had been her teachers--stern and wild ones--and they had made her strong, but taught her much amiss.

But then the elf-child sighed, and gave up her sport; because it grieved her to have done harm to a little being that was as wild as the sea-breeze, or as wild as Pearl herself.

The truth seems to be, however, that the mother-forest, and these wild things which it nourished, all recognized a kindred wildness in the human child.

It was not love, although her rich beauty was a madness to him; nor horror, even while he fancied her spirit to be imbued with the same baneful essence that seemed to pervade her physical frame; but a wild offspring of both love and horror that had each parent in it, and burned like one and shivered like the other.

Another part of him wanted to howl to the moon like a wolf.

Oh, I don't mean you're handsome, not the way people think of handsome. Your face seems kind. But your eyes - they're beautiful. They're wild, crazy, like some animal peering out of a forest on fire.

She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.

I HAVE DIED TOO MANY TIMES BELIEVING AND WAITING, WAITING IN A ROOM STARING AT A CRACKED CEILING WAITING FOR THE PHONE, A LETTER, A KNOCK, A SOUND… GOING WILD INSIDE WHILE SHE DANCED WITH STRANGERS IN NIGHTCLUBS… OUT OF THE ARMS OF ONE LOVE AND INTO THE ARMS OF ANOTHER