Quotes About Wild

Lebenswely = ...wild being and wild mind--'mute' experience that must itself speak.

The essences by necessity will not be the "answer" philosophy calls for, any more than are the facts. The "answer" is higher than the "facts," lower than the "essences," in the wild Being where they were, and—behind or beneath the cleavages of our acquired culture—continue to be, undivided.

And Max, the king of all wild things, was lonely and wanted to be where someone loved him best of all.

And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws.

But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go - we'll eat you up - we love you so!" And Max said, "No!" The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.

And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things.

But the wild things cried, "Oh please don't go- We'll eat you up- we love you so!

I'm getting the impression that women, in any form, scare you." He shrugged. "They're the more violent species. And unpredictable. I'd rather take on a wild boar. You can't shoot women.

it was love, of course, though I didn't know it then and Finn was both its subject and object. He accepted love instinctively, without responsibility or conditions, like a wild thing glimpsed through trees.

This book is for the wild ones who open their eyes wide into darkness, the ones who love when they should not; this is for the ones who count and take comfort in the stars.

Are you a sheep? Do you want to get rid of your shepherd? I say forget it till you develop wild teeth and grow paw; and until then, enjoy the sound of flageolet!

True, the lion is a mighty, noble animal, but it is an animal nevertheless!..

He knows no other way but ugliness," Sir Topher said quietly. "He was taught no other lessons but those of force. His teachers have been scum who live by their own rules. No one has ever taught him otherwise." "Am I to forgive?" she said, her voice shaking with anger. "No," he said sadly. "Pity him. Or give him new rules. Or put him down like a wild animal before he becomes a monster who destroys everything he encounters.

Jonah Griggs] is similar to a hawke and a wolf and Will Trombal – he mates for life.

The people turn to a benevolent rule as water flows downwards, and as wild beasts fly to the wilderness.

for more than ninety-nine percent of human existence, we all lived like Onwas, in small bands of nomadic hunter-gatherers. Though the groups may have been tight-knit and communal, nearly everyone, anthropologists conjecture, spent significant parts of their lives surrounded by quiet, either alone or with a few others, foraging for edible plants and stalking prey in the wild. This is who we truly are.

This girl. The one in the picture. She was more animal than human.

The engine rumbled like a lazy leopard.

His eyes became wild, searching for reassurance in the faces surrounding him. Instead he saw the opposite—awful affirmation of his fears.

She looked up to see a lovely enclosure of trees, wild cherry, fir, and willow with long golden catkins and slender, pointed green fronds swaying gracefully in the breeze. And in the center of the green cathedral of trees and surrounded by wildly untended hedges and what had once been a beautiful lawn, was one of the most picturesque cottages she had ever seen.

But don't you think she's wild? She could be just what the AUUCC needs: a funny, energetic, lesbian witch. That'd liven us up.

He said wolves are special, because they make strong music.

He was creating the first letters of the Slavonic alphabet. He started with rounded letters, but the Slavonic language was so wild that the ink could not hold it, and so he made a second alphabet of barred letters and caged the unruly language in them like a bird.

He grew up and later lived with an insatiable wanderlust. He always carried a rug with him and used to say, "My home is where my rug is"; he spent the better part of his life among tribes so wild that, after shaking hands, he always had to count his fingers. Only illness provided some sort of island of peace in his life. As soon as he fell ill, he would forget every other language save his own.