Quotes About Wild

Note savages, eh? They live in mountain caves and dress like wild men. They walk about in woolen petticoats, which they are not in the least modest about casting aside when they need their sword arms free. Dash me, can you even begin to imagine the sight of a horde of naked, hairy-legged creatures charging at you across a battlefield like bloody fiends out of hell—screaming and flailing those great bloody swords and axes of theirs like scythes? Not savages?

Obviously no one has ever cautioned you against pricking the vanity of proud men or wild animals; neither is completely predictable." "And which of those categories do you fit into?" "I'll leave the choice solely to your discretion," he mused and bowed solicitously.

Quiero domar el dolor como si fuera un animal salvaje.

Home to her was much more. It was the wild terrain of her mind. A world of hummingbirds and crickets and alabaster and dots on a disc of snow. To Emily Dickinson, home was consciousness itself—a continent of language where metaphor was her native tongue.

Our vote for the safest and most nutritious seafood is Alaskan sockeye or king salmon.

I stared straight ahead. If there was one thing good about this situation, it was reinforcing how great my decisions to (a) hack my governor module and (b) escape were. Being a SecUnit sucked. I couldn't wait to get back to my wild rogue rampage of hitching rides on bot-piloted transports and watching my serials.

She was wild, noble, scary, and full of secrets. Unlike her daughter, whose beauty the whole world beamed to behold and be held, the Moon was a forceful queen, both changeable and fierce, and nothing dared defy her will. More feared than loved, she was definitely obeyed.

If only evil could always be visible. You could fight it then. You could do something about it. If only evil wore wild clothing and spoke in rhymes. The worst evil snuck up, like a nasty compliment.

Love is the wild card of existence.

Love makes the wildest spirit tame, and the tamest spirit wild.

Gather yourself by the sea shore and I will love you there. Asemble yourself with wild things, with songs of the sparrow and seafoam. Let mad beauty collect itself in you eyes and it will shine, Calling me. For I long for a man with nests of wild things in his hair. A man who will Kiss the Flame.

The West is different than where we came from. It's a land that demands strength of people. A land that tests courage. With the muscles in our backs and the brains in our heads, we can do whatever we want out here, and I intend to accept that challenge and grow strong enough to belong in this wild and rich land.

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

Our tyger feet Are quieter than most.

in the city, nudity means something; in the wild, it just exists

In the ghetto there is a mansion, and it is my father's house... Its expansive lawn is utterly useless, wild like it smokes its own grass and dreams of being a jungle.

True chaos comes from the garden of your soul; where the wild flowers grow

Sometimes people get mad at The Simpsons' subversive story telling, but there's another message in there, which is a celebration of making wild, funny stories.

Think of how detached we are from nature. How we have to do so much to it before we can bottle it and put the name 'wild' on it.

Wild, she thought to herself. Free.

Bütün güzellikler vahÅŸi ve özgürdür.

But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us, to know Whence our lives come and where they go.

Yes: in the sea of life enisl'd, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.

In time [the newsboys] developed their own dialect and traditions and codes of conduct, the prevailing one being the code of the wild, under which smaller newsboys were regularly plundered by larger ones, the littlest of them--some as young as five years old--being as weak and vulnerable as the baby fish that gave them their nickname: small fry.