Best 157 of Wolves quotes - MyQuotes
Do you know how to use a pool cue?" Paul asked her. "To play pool or to fight?" she asked as Paul pulled the door open and Allan went in first. "Balls are my specialty.
Some people are not meant to live together, for they will destroy one another and annihilate themselves. Wolves and sheep cannot be put in the same place, for after eating the sheep, the wolves will starve to death.
Lailah Gifty Akita
A sheep in wolves clothing!
Feeling your body beneath me was the closest to heaven that I shall ever come.” He spoke not in a whisper but on an intimate level, his voice rolling like the caress of dark velvet. “Your skin, your mouth, your body, your sweet, sweet moans, and your blood… I want them all. I want quite a bit more, actually. So you best prepare yourself, my lady. Since I’m already damned, I aim to have all of you. I want to see that look of ecstasy on your face over and over again when I’m buried deep inside you and you’re screaming my name.
The thing about an Alpha, male or female, is that they can lead. When things get desperate they attack instead of retreat.
A good man is a whole lot more satisfying than a thermal blanket and a vibrator." "Grams! I can't believe you just said that!" Her grandmother replied with a win. "I may be old, sweetheart, but I'm not dead yet.
Okay, I thought wolves had packs. Do you have a pack?” “Not in the traditional sense.” “Sorry, Nick, but when it comes to werewolves, I don’t know what the traditional sense is.” “I don’t run with other wolves.” I nod. I wait. I finally give up and say, “So you run with . . .” He winces. “Coyotes. But they have some wolf DNA.” It’s hard not to smile. “You are alpha at least, right?” “Of course I’m alpha.” He almost growls at me.
No, we’re talking Brad and Johnny need to bow down and recognize,” Jacque answered.
A wolf's sense of hearing is remarkably acute. A wolf can detect another's howl from as far as nineteen kilometres away.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
Reflection is a good reminder of the truth! You may turn your eyes away from the truths, but the reflections will remind them to you! And anything which describes a truth well is a reflection of that truth! Turn your eyes away from the Moon, then the lake will remind the Moon to you, the shadows of the wolves howling against the Moon will remind the truth to you, even in the eyes of a frog, you shall see the Moon! Thus, if you turn your face away from the truth, it will never work! Because the reminders of truth are everywhere and they are as strong as the truth itself!
I hear a siren and, if we weren’t already in a hospital, I would have assumed they were coming for nearly everyone in this room.
Io lupo della steppa trotto solo solo, nel mondo ormai di neve bianco... [...] e con amor, con affezion sincera, delle tenere carni farei strazio, finché di sangue veramente sazio a urlare andrei dentro la notte nera.
You could never be a weakness,” he growled. Ever. She could only ever be his everything.
I never dreamed redemption would be this good.
There seemed a strange stillness over everything; but as I listened I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves. The Count's eyes gleamed, and he said:- 'Listen to them- the children of the night. What music they make!' Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added:- 'Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter.
I could shoot you in the foot." "Please do. At least then I wouldn't have to endure this sock humiliation any longer.
I'll buy you a blow-up doll. I'm sure my mate won't mind when I explain how hard up you are." She didn't bother to punch him this time, just glared with promise of future retaliation. "Very funny. You wouldn't be laughing if you knew how sexually frustrated I am right now." [...] "The last time was when that SilverBlade sentinel was in town for a communications meeting." All amusement left Dorian's face. "You serious? That was months ago." A very long time to go without intimate touch. "Merce, that could get dangerous." "I know. Do you think I don't know?" She thrust her hands through her hair. "Damn it Dorian! It's getting to the point where I'm starting to wonder if some of the wolves would be good in bed. [...] "Cat and wolf isn't a ... um ... normal combination." "And Psy and cat is?" She made a face at him. "Yeah, yeah I know. Cat and wolf is strange." [...] "How about one of the Rats?" Dorian's eyes gleamed.
It's okay, he says, it's ok, When we're gone, the wolves can have their homecoming
Don't be afraid to live you life as a lone wolf, it is not as bad then, you will be disappointed less, your heart will be unbreakable, you will be stronger than the rest, for you know how to take pain without another, you will survive, your mental strength will be sharpened, your claws sharper, and your resistance to pain stronger.
She heated parts of me I hadn't realized were lost. And I wanted more.
¿Tienes idea de cómo es crecer en un lugar donde todo el mundo está esperando a ver qué dices, sólo para poder estar de acuerdo contigo? [...] Es extremadamente aburrido. Nunca nadie te desafía o expresa una opinión diferente. Nunca nada te cuesta esfuerzo. Nacer para ser un “alfa” es eso: nacer para mandar. Para que todo el mundo se calle cuando tú hablas, baje la cabeza y obedezca. Todo es tan fácil, y tan aburrido, que al cabo de un tiempo llegas a odiarlo. -- Nikolai Valinchenko
You can’t just say stuff like that… We’re friends." "...I think we both know that’s not true. We’re more than friends… Or I hope we will be.
I often wondered how it would be to tramp off into the mountains and keep going until I was exhausted, then simply sink into the snow and fall asleep. Then the wolves could have me. To want to die in the forest and be eaten by wolves: another marker of incipient madness.
Francesca Lia Block
for frail but surprisingly strong fairies who had lost their way above ground for burned mermaids and sick vampire girls for wild wolfish women with sharp teeth and leaves in their hair
Xuan smiled at the thought of men sleeping peacefully next to those they would try to kill in daylight. Only humanity could have conceived such a strange and artificial way to die. Wolves might tear the flesh of deer, but they never slept and dreamed near their quarry.
Those who cannot conquer must bend the knee. They must find strength, or serve those of us who have. You are my generals. I will send you out: my hunting dogs, my wolves with iron teeth. When a city closes its gates in fear, you will destroy it. When they make roads and walls, you will cut them, pull down the stones. When a man raises a sword or bow against your men, you will hang him from a tree. Keep Karakorum in your minds as you go. This white city is the heart of the nation, but you are the right arm, the burning brand. Find me new lands, gentlemen. Cut a new path. Let their women weep a sea of tears and I will drink it all.
I'll make it pleasurable for you, Injun, he promised. And we'll do it face to face, so your wolf won't think I'm dominating you. No doggy style.
They say there's an ointment the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf the minute you rub it on.
Man needs to do some growing up. This need is manifested, among other ways, by the emotional unreason he tends to show toward the behavior of wild creatures. The immoderations and inconsistencies in his attitude toward wolves or other predatory or competing species are particularly revealing a lack of maturity.
I can’t go on saving the world if it means neglecting my duties as a cheerleader.
No one ever thinks about the guy who was raised by the guy who was raised by wolves.
Wolves fail to hide their integrity just like the way men fail to hide their own animality.
We are all wolves, howling to the same moon.
Females are complicated, wonderful creatures.
The Goth boy stares at me, and I give him a what-are-you-looking-at stare right back. “I’m dead,” he says in a dull monotone. “Pardon me?” Adriana asks, but he keeps staring at me. “You’re dead, too. Look at your veins. They’re blue.” He points at my forearms where dark veins run their lengths. “You’re rotting like me.” I glance to Adriana, hands clasped and praying that she won’t leave me here. Adriana’s stopped crying now and squints at the boy before standing to pull closed the curtain that rings my cot. “Crazy,” she says with an uncertain smile. “You’re not rotting.” . . . ninety-nine, one hundred . “No,” I reply. “But I will if you leave me here.
The fleeting systems lapse like foam,'" he mumbled what was evidently a quotation. "That's it—foam, and fleeting. All man's toil upon the planet was just so much foam. He domesticated the serviceable animals, destroyed the hostile ones, and cleared the land of its wild vegetation. And then he passed, and the flood of primordial life rolled back again, sweeping his handiwork away—the weeds and the forest inundated his fields, the beasts of prey swept over his flocks, and now there are wolves on the Cliff House beach." He was appalled by the thought. "Where four million people disported themselves, the wild wolves roam to-day, and the savage progeny of our loins, with prehistoric weapons, defend themselves against the fanged despoilers. Think of it! And all because of the Scarlet Death—
They wanted to stick her on a spit and roast her --- after doing some horrible things to her.
What do you want for her?" "Dragon bones." The leader's eyes narrowed even as his pupils turned to vertical slits. The contrasting actions was jarring to see. "That's impossible." Rory lifted a shoulder, casual indifference. "Nothing's impossible. I want them, you want this female. Find me dragon bones, you get her.
Despite everything, every piece of Alaska sang to me. I remembered every curve in the trails, every tree in the forest. It was familiar to me, comfortable. The more I thought about leaving it, the less I liked the idea. This was my home.
Fairy tales give it to us straight. They tell us something profound and essential - that the woods are real, and dark, and full of wolves. That we will, at times, find ourselves hopelessly lost in them. But these tales also tell us that we are all that we need, that we have all we need - guts, smarts, and maybe a pocketful of breadcrumbs - to find our way home.
Thane Ealdian prowls the earth once more. Shutter your houses. Bar your doors. Offer him gold and women to satisfy his cravings. A black dragon is like the very devil himself.
History books say that kings and dukes and generals start wars. Don't believe it. We start them, you and I. Every time we turn away, keep quiet, stay out of it, behave ourselves.
I could do it. I could rip your life out like a fury, like a beast. I could stand over you with my red hands and lap the heart out of your hollow chest. I'm a wolf, I'm a woman, I'm a building hurricane. I'm whole-way sharp teeth, soul-sick wet claws. I say "love me," and you say, "you're killing me." I say, "i'd die for you," and you say," You'd kill for me—that's not the same thing.
the man who has the soul of the wolf knows the self-restraint of the wolf
It’s hard to get mad at you when you’re being all logical.
He brought up both hands to hold my face. "I would die for you, Isabelle." "No." I shook my head. "Live for me.
We didn’t even get to say goodbye.” “Usually women are angry because I said goodbye, not crying because I didn’t.
So she looked upon the wolves, who were dwindling in number, and back at the humans who no longer cared for their own, and combined their spirits. She took the loyal, protective, possessive natures of the wolf and took the intelligence, emotions, and love of the human and brought them together. She designed us to be a pack.
Times may change, but I guess cowboys don't.
Peter V. Brett
My father said the weakest camel draws the wolves.” “Mine told me to hide until the wolves go away,” Abban replied.