Quotes About Wild

I don't believe in pets. I like animals to be wild and free.

I'm human, you're human. So they said, but inside we're all animals.

Life is a most wonderful but wild dream.

Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?

The poet speaks adequately only when he speaks somewhat wildly... not with intellect alone, but with intellect inebriated by nectar.

La poe sie veutquelque chose d'e norme, debarbare et de sauvage. Poetry needs something on the scale of the grand, the barbarous, the savage.

Darkness moves like a pack of wild dogs.The wind moves like a wounded animal.The ground must be full of teeth by now.

... the silenceHolds with its gloved handThe wild hawk of the mind.

She's burning and out of control and everything I love about fire.

They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.

And if I am elected, I promise the formation of a new party, a third party, a wild party.

I deliver very traditionally, and people aren't threatened. I think if I cursed or seemed wilder, I couldn't get away with the amount of very opinionated politics I get away with.

Life is neither misery nor bliss. Life is an empty canvas, paint your life with color of your choice, start with a day. Let horses of your imagination run wild.

I'm born with wild horses in my head..With an imagination to conquer this world..I will not settle for comforts of a golden cage.

At the heart of the gospel is a God who deliberately surrenders to the wild, irresistable power of love.

There was so much life wrapped up in that pony's hide that it was mighty hard for him to settle down and behave...he sometimes had to bust out and do things that wasn't at all proper...

All the intelligence and talent in the world can't make a singer. The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity. It is a sport, like the silver fox. It happens.

Paradox begets paradox; and we could scarcely have a wilder paradox than the assertion that none but a magnanimous man can act magnanimity, and that lovers alone can do justice to a love-scene.

My specter around me night and dayLike a wild beast guards my way.My emanation far withinWeeps incessantly for my sin.

All the wild witches, those most noble ladies,For all their broomsticks and their tears,Their angry tears, are gone.

The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.

All the wild-witches, those most notable ladies For all their broom-sticks and their tears, Their angry tears, are gone.

Away with us he's going, The solemn-eyed: He'll hear no more the lowing Of the calves on the warm hillside Or the kettle on the hob Sing peace into his breast, Or see the brown mice bob Round and round the oatmeal chest. For he comes, the human child, To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

It is as though the moon changed every thing - Myself and all that I can hear and see; For when the heavy body has grown weak, There is nothing that can tether the wild mind That, being moonstruck and fantastical, Goes where it fancies. From The King's Threshold