Quotes About Wild

Something up there is madder than a baboon with its ass on fire.

Peppers are an ancient food in the Americas, and the remains of wild peppers dating back to 7000 B.C. have been found in human coprolites — fossilized excrement — uncovered 150 miles south of Mexico City.

No, no, the mind I love must still have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two (real snakes), a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of — and paths threaded with those little flowers planted by the mind. It must also have real hiding places, not artificial ones — not gazebos and mazes. And I have never yet met the cultivated mind that has not had its shrubbery.

Oh racing wind, thou wizard of the west, From half across the world ye come to me... Oh wind, wild wind, blow through my heart to-day!... Today I am in love with life and thee!

Wind tries to show Tree how to run wild. Tree: "I cannot leave this place." Wind: "Then let's dance."

You get tough when you grow up unloved. People described me as a boyish girl – rather shy, but I didn't show it. I had an attitude. I was rather wild. I lied a lot because I knew the alternative was to be punished. As I got older I realised I didn't have to lie any more and it was a nice feeling. I could be myself.

Aunt Anne's lips quirked up in a smile. "Life is not a neat equation to be solved," she said. "It's messy and wild and unpredictable. That's the heartbreak of it, but that's also the glory of it.

Without hesitating, he said, "Can you tell me something? These animals that are just running around out here . . . they couldn't be wild, could they, or you wouldn't just have them running around loose?

the linear, beginning-middle-end form doesn't fit the lives of any women I know. For life has turned out to be wild and various, full of the unexpected, and it's a monstrous big river out here.

Life is the tamer of the wild beast of humanity.

There is a pair of snakes who have learned to drive a car so recklessly that they would run you over in the street and never stop to apologize.

There is a pair of snakes who have learned to drive a car so recklessly that they would run you over in the street and never stop to apologize. But

The Democratic convention that took place in Chicago in late August turned out to be such a wild and bloody affair that the first-ballot nomination of Humphrey, by then foreordained, was scarcely noticed.36 Chicago Mayor Richard Daley had long anticipated some sort of confrontation.

Just because I'm a librarian doesn't mean I'm at all tame.

The hours slipped by, and the men and the girls talked and talked as only communists of that wild and irresponsible period could talk when they were among themselves. They were as preoccupied with their own importance and their revolutionairy tasks as children are with new and engrossing toys. I listened as if under a spell. After all, compared with the tight-lipped conspirators of a later decade, we were like children partaking of a heavy wine.

If I am a wild Beast I cannot help it. It is not my own fault.

A Jack Russell was about making noise, killing small animals and dragging their carcasses into the house, attacking much larger dogs, refusing to be house-trained, and in all other ways living a primitive life.

The divide between a 'wild' plant and what is suitable for the garden is unnatural and meaningless. Gardens begin and end in the mind, and the Western way of thinking is not good at accommodating that.

Art is not tame, and Nature is not wild, in the ordinary sense. A perfect work of man's art would also be wild or natural in a good sense.

What miracle of weird transforming Is this wild work of frost and light, This glimpse of glory infinite?

We are not really privy to all that crazy stuff that goes on in the show. I go to work, eat, and talk about food. The wild things happen when we aren't around. I expected Top Chef to last three or four seasons and we are now shooting season ten.

And the wild regrets and the bloody seats None knew so well as I For he who lives more lives than one More deaths than one, must die.

Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.

The Fomorians skittered backward, away from me, looking justifiably confused. I mean, really, how many human women actually run to them? And I was a human woman covered in swamp yuck, with wild red hair sticking out in matted hunks and arms flailing like a demented Bride of Frankenstein. I'd run from me.