Best 249 of Wild quotes - MyQuotes
The feeling was wild and sort of unpredictable, like a good summer storm.
You stop revisiting memories when you outgrow the people you made them with.
Sanity is to the mind, insanity is for the heart, Docility is to the mind, wildness is to the heart, Tamable is the mind, Untamable is the heart, Freedom is to the mind, cages are for the heart.
I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFE AND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
Shannon M Mullen
The forest is blanketed by the greenest ferns and moss and bonsai-like trees, a wild majesty that beckons hobbits and pixies and elves and dreamers.
And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.
If Springtime crawls out of the wild mouths of flowers, then surely, Winter crawls out of mine.
Vineet Raj Kapoor
Animals do not even know that God is someone else
Live bold, without fear. This is life amongst the deer.
She knew it was time, What for was the mystery but focused; she remained. She turned her back on anything that no longer served her strengths nor taught her vital lessons with her weaknesses. She said no without explanation & assigned validation back just to parking spots. She was fierce but gentle and authentic in her approach to live even if it meant standing alone. She knew the hard days weren't over but stood proud that she had already survived some of the worst. She laughed in the midst of a mindfuck & gathered her worth with all the pieces of herself that have held her together throughout the years. She knew it was time What for was the mystery, but focused; she remained. She learnt that motherhood provided unconditional love doesn't have boundaries, it's pure in all its forms. Family are rare connections. Friendships are like shoes, not all will fit but when some do it's like you have won the lotto. She learnt that every love was different and how important it was to keep her heart open for the possibility of being able to experience it just one more time.
Art takes time— Monet grew his gardens before he painted them.
You’re not upset about that fate? “I can’t change it, right?” He paused. Pragmatic. Unexpectedly so. I didn’t expect logic from a wild witch like you.
If you have to ask that question, you wouldn't understand the answer.
Tell me a story, a story that will be my story as well as the story of everyone and everything about me, the story that brings us together in a valley community, a story that brings together the human community with every living being in the valley, a story that brings us together under the arc of the great blue sky in the day and the starry heavens at night, a story that will drench us with rain and dry us in the wind, a story told by humans to one another that will also be the story that the wood thrush sings in the thicket, the story that the river recites in its downward journey, the story that Storm King Mountain images forth in the fullness of its grandeur.
Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight.
She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.
May my soul forever stay wild and my spirit always be adventurous.
She found herself over a long and treacherous road and the more treacherous the road became, the more of herself she found.
It was great to see the owls," I said. She smiled. "Yes. They're wild things, of course. Killers, savages. They're wonderful.
Oh, now my Erin, she'd smile down on me no matter where I walked." Grandpop smiled that little smile again. "But I'd be separated from her, and I'd feel that separation in my soul, you see?" Nathan shook his head. Grandpop sighed. "You have the Irish eyes, boy. One of these days, you'll see from eyes, not your own, feel with a heart outside your chest. Wild Irish eyes. Nathan. When you love, love well and love true, and take care, lad, because those Irish eyes are windows into not just your own soul, but the soul of the one you love." Grandpop looked out at his Erin's grave. "And when you lose that heart, you can't leave the places where your memories are the best. And if I left her, I'd not be buried beside her.
I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to know that I will be here forever loving you in dusk.
Brushing a girl’s hair behind her ear once a day will solve more problems than all those therapists and drugs.
There is nothing prettier in the whole wide world than a girl in love with every breath she takes.
It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city
As dreams are the healing songs from the wilderness of our unconscious - So wild animals, wild plants, wild landscapes are the healing dreams from the deep singing mind of the earth.
I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.
N. R. Hart
She wants a warrior lover, with wild eyes, strong hands and a poet's heart.
There’s too much risk in loving,’ the young boy said, ‘no,’ said the old man, ‘there’s too much risk in not.
It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and scared. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.
She was not just a wild creature, she was a wounded creature.
I am full of madness, i can't hide my fire I burn for the things i love, my soul will never retire.
Untamed thinking turns your reality into a wild expedition.
What others see in you now is just a MILD chapter of you; the WILD version of your brand is yet to be visible. Just dare and will show up!
When it comes to love we are primates breaking sticks while pointing to our hearts.
Did I ever tell you about Asin? She is the wild woman of the woods. It's an old story of the People. My mom used to tell me about Asin. Asin couldn't bear being married or having children or having friends. She always wanted to run wild. She ran wild through the woods. If you saw her running you had to run to water as fast as you could and drink or her restlessness would come into you like a thirst that could never be quenched. She was happy and unhappy. She had wild long hair and she was very tall and she ran like the wind. When you saw dunegrass rippling in a line she was running through it. When the wind changed direction suddenly that was Asin. She was never satisfied or content and so she ran and ran and ran. She would grab men who were fishing alone and make love to them and then throw them down on the ground and run away weeping. She would grab children who wandered too far alone in the woods but she would return them to the same spot after three days and run away again. She would listen to women talking by the fire or working in the village or gathering berries but if they invited her to join them she ran away. You could hear her crying sometimes when the sun went down. She wanted something but she never knew what it was so she had nothing. She was as free as anyone ever could be and she was trapped. When I was young I wanted to be Asin. Many times I wanted to be Asin. So do you, Nora. I know. It's okay. It's alright. My sweet love. Poor Asin. Sometimes I think to be Asin would be the saddest thing in the world. Poor thing.
Fly blindly, trust is full of magic. Let your wild voice guide the way.
I want to reach out and pull you to me. Who says I should let a wild one go free?
Running in the wind, in the pollen and dust, a flower in flight
Do not try quiet my voice. Do not attempt to soften my edges or tame my prowl. I am inhabiting my wild. I am encompassing the dance. I am no longer burning down. That time is over. I am the white hot ignition. I am starting the fire. I am rising like flame.
Despite all their flaws, zoos wake us up. They invite us to step outside our most basic assumptions. Offered for our contemplation, the animals remind us of nature’s impossibly varied schemes for survival, all the strategies that species rely upon for courtship and mating and protecting the young and establishing dominance and hunting for something to eat and avoiding being eaten. On a good day, zoos shake people into recognizing the manifold possibilities of existence, what it’s like to walk across the Earth, or swim in its oceans of fly above its forests—even though most animals on display will never have the chance to do any of those things again, at least not in the wild.
Watch carefully the magic that occurs when you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.
I could be the drumbeat in your chest like madness before a storm swirling restlessly.
She walked through her life heavy from the mighty wings upon her back.
It's a lonely thing, protecting a breakable heart
Quando vi trovate in un bosco circondato da montagne maestose, potete posare la mano sul terreno e sentire il palpito della natura. Potete svegliarvi per mille mattine e, spalancato l'uscio della baracca, bearvi gli occhi e l'anima con uno spettacolo d'incomparabile bellezza. E passeranno gli anni, la vista vi si farà debole, ma quello spettacolo resterà sempre chiaro perché il ricordo non ha bisogno d'occhiali.
I am skin, but underneath lives fire and stars and wild!
There's still too long to the weekend, too long till I drown in your hands, too long since I’ve been a fool
She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.
The wild women in his lap,' my father enthused, 'laying their breasts on his head.' There was a moment of stunned silence. Then my mother spoke slowly, with an edge to her voice. 'I think you mean "wild beasts laying their heads in his lap".' 'Do I?
Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.