Quotes About Wild

She will not bow to anyone, she was born to run with wolves not to be fenced in with sheep. Hunt her with respect.

Some nights, I am more wolf than woman, those nights, a sip of the moon is all I need to keep me whole.

and the wild beast rose up within him and screamed, as it had screamed in the Jungle from the dawn of time.

Most books are written from the outside in, but "Where the Wild Things Are" comes from the inside out. I think Maurice's book is the first picture book to recognize the fact that children have powerful emotions: anger and love and hate. And only after all that passion, the wanting to be 'where someone loved him best of all.

I have never understood the profound fear that forces us to trample every mystery in the wild until there is nothing left but that which is man-made, nothing to make our heart pump out of its chest. I

I love chimpanzees. I love their stubbornness and their strength. I love the way they dig their fingers into life and never let it get the better of them. I love the tenderness beneath their wild tempers. I love them because they refuse to apologize for who they are.

I am suggesting that we recognize that in network and interface research there is something as profound (and potential wild) as Artificial Intelligence.

To me, horses and freedom are synonymous.

Wrap me up in the reddest cloak, in that flight of your tendons, and lead me into another kingdom, into the heroic ability to love, into the combination to every safe, into the wild dice you feel in your sad fingers when roses shipwreck next to the bridge of salvation. When there's nothing you can do.

He whom nature thus bereaves, Is ever fancy's favourite child; For thee enchanted dreams she weaves Of changeful beauty, bright and wild.

All farms are much alike everywhere, and all wild places have their own beauty.

A nothing day full of wild beauty .... Little fish stream by, a river in water.

I was so wild and crazy and dumb in my car. It didn't run but 30 miles an hour. You made do.

In the old wild days of the world there was a king of England known as Uther Pendragon; he was a dragon in wrath as well as in power.

Sharks are like ax-murderers, Martin. People react to them with their guts. There's something crazy and evil and uncontrollable about them.

His great carved wooden head was marked with a black eye that was more yellow than black and from this spectacular bed of bruised flesh the eye itself, sand irritated, bloodshot, as wild as a currawong's, stared out at a landscape in which the tops of fences protruded from windswept sand.

There is a silence in the imminence of animals and also in the echo of their noise, but the dread silence is the one that rises from a wilderness from which all the wild animals have gone.

in the wild joy of bursting forth, the rushing to welcome every moment of his life...

drive the wild Bleekmen from their last

Looking at him I felt as if I had just met a powerful gorilla while at the same time being in possession of the world's last banana.

Asriel was a tall man with powerful shoulders, a fierce dark face, and eyes that seemed to flash and glitter with savage laughter. It was a face to be dominated by, or to fight: never a face to patronize or pity. All his movements were large and perfectly balanced, like those of a wild animal, and when he appeared in a room like this, he seemed a wild animal held in a cage too small for it.

Into this wild abyss

Lord Asriel was a tall man with powerful shoulders, a fierce dark face, and eyes that seemed to flash and glitter with savage laughter. It was a face to be dominated by, or to fight: never a face to patronize or pity. All his movements were large and perfectly balanced, like those of a wild animal, and when he appeared in a room like this, he seemed a wild animal held in a cage too small for it.

ferocious and meaningless screams.