Best 71 quotes in «deer quotes» category

I felt like a deer with a hundred hunters after me.

Have you seen the deer heads on the walls of bars, the ones wearing party hats, sunglasses and streamers? I feel sorry for them because obviously they were at a party having a good time.

His first instinct was to help me, not sit like a deer in headlights, I now know that Matt isn't one to panic

How can a deer tell when a leaf falls silent in the forest? She hears it breathing differently.

Hunting party," Horace said Both Halt and Will looked at him sarcastically. "You think?" Will said. "Maybe they found the deer and brought him back to repair him.

If I wasn’t making music I would probably be in the woods with a big deer….Talking to myself.

If only someone would do for cows what Bambi did for deer. Cows have been in films, but they haven't starred. I'm still willing to eat a species that is only a supporting player.

I hunt deer because they aren't capable of higher forms of thinking. All they care about is, 'What am I going to eat next, who am I going to screw next, and can I run fast enough to get away'. They are very much like the French in that way.

If you need more than 10 rounds to hunt, and some argue they hunt with that many rounds, you shouldn't be hunting. If you can't get the deer in 3 shots, you shouldn't be hunting. You are an embarrassment.

I haven't seen a bear in person. I've seen deer. I have lots of woodchucks on my property. And bluebirds. Foxes.

I love to deer hunt and fish and drive down the back roads in my truck. All those things basically equal freedom to me - and not having to return that message or call from my record company or management. At some point, I need to recharge.

I often have deer on my property and there's a fox and owls. You're not going to see that in the city.

I shot me a nice deer, and I hung it on the den wall in my house. My neighbor comes over and he says, Did you shoot that thing? I said, Nope. He ran through the wall and got stuck. Here's your sign.

I saw a giraffe with a short neck That was sad Or a deer

I went hunting, I shot a deer, and it mortified me. I just couldn't do it again.

It's very likely that graduates, current employees and retirees have some wonderful pieces of Deer Park history in their closets or garages.

I've got a wallet, it's orange. In case I wanna buy a deer. That doesn't make any sense at all.

Obviously a deer on the fairway has seen you tee off before and knows that the safest place to be when you play is right down the middle.

Let me tell you something: I salute womanhood worldwide, because women are exceptionally tough for enduring the misery of childbirth. I've cleaned hogs and gutted deer, but in my experience on Earth I've never witnessed such a brutal event.

My heart 's in the Highlands, my heart is not here; My heart 's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer.

Obvious things like The Deer Hunter. After that happened, the scripts got better. Opportunities happened.

Poor England! thou art a devoted deer, Beset with every ill but that of fear. The nations hunt; all mock thee for a prey; They swarm around thee, and thou stand'st at bay.

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Spontaneous kindness is to hipsters as high beams are to deer.

The Deer don't dineWhen a Wolf's about,And the PorcupineSticks his quill-points out.

The deer hovered by the trees beyond as the sounds of the ravening wolves came to them across the grass, their own senses almost frozen in impotent horror.

To be honest, when you're young and you watch The Deer Hunter for the first time, that's when you're like, "That's what I want to do.

The fabled musk deer searches the world over for the source of the scent which comes from itself.

The first movie I ever saw was a horror movie. It was Bambi. When that little deer gets caught in a forest fire, I was terrified, but I was also exhilarated.

The man who hunts a deer does not gaze at the mountains.

Things are achieved when they are well begun. The perfect archer calls the deer his own While yet the shaft is whistling.

You have to go hunting to know the excitement of seeing someone get their first deer. It's a thrill for them. It is.

Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.

Without big data analytics, companies are blind and deaf, wandering out onto the Web like deer on a freeway.

You have to think about one shot. One shot is what it's all about. A deer's gotta be taken with one shot.

You might be a redneck if you saved lots of money on your honeymoon by going deer hunting.

You know frankly, going to war without France is like going deer hunting without an accordion. You just leave a lot of useless noisy baggage behind.

You might be a redneck if you're turned on by a woman who can field dress a deer.

You should never put the new antlers of a deer to your nose and smell them. They have little insects that crawl into the nose and devour the brain.

By the time we got to the store on our pre-Independence Day shopping trip, I had counted no less than twenty-four deer actively engaged in demolishing people’s gardens. Twenty-four deer aligned along a walk of one mile! I pointed out to Gabriel that this was a rather ridiculous situation on our way to lay down hard-earned dollars for deer meat. However, we hadn’t even gotten to the punchline yet. When we went inside the store and found the venison, the back of the package was labeled PRODUCT OF NEW ZEALAND. Apparently modern Americans find it more palatable for their meat to have a seven-thousand-mile carbon footprint than to come from their own backyards.

You shouldn't have to settle for rabbits if what you want is deer

Bambi was inspired, and said trembling, "There is Another who is over us all, over us and over Him.

I sure wasn't going to ask Aunt Sally, because if she told me once that getting your period was like a moth becoming a butterfly, she'd probably say that sexual intercourse was like a deer getting antlers or something.

Don't lose your head," screamed the pheasant. And at the same time his voice broke in a whistling gasp and, spreading his wings, he flew up with a loud whir. Bambi watched how he flew straight up, directly between the trees, beating his wings. The dark metallic blue and greenish-brown marking son his body gleamed like gold. His long tail feathers swept proudly behind him. A short crash like thunder sounded sharply. The pheasant suddenly crumpled up in mid-flight.

Each October I walk into the woods looking for bones: rabbit skulls, a grackle spine, the pelvis of a deer with the blood bleached out. What died in the lush of roses and mint shines out from the tangle of twigs that bind it to the place of its last leaping. The living lack that kind of clarity. In late April, when the water spreads out and out till everything is lilies and seepage, there is only the mystery of tracks, a rustle receding in the many reeds. And so the bones accumulate across my windowsill: the flightless wings and exaggerated grins, the silent unmoving reminders of where the glories of April lead.

In calm cold midwinter, there was a starving hunter, who lost his way in forest, and had no food no shelter, One day he woke of hunger, and started walking faster, he walked for miles and miles, but nothing saw his eyes, He trembled of an anger, his hope forever died, like thirsty bowing flower, the poor hunter cried, He started walking further, then saw a wounded deer, who lied near the river, with so much pain to bear. The deer was also hunted, by hunter like this man, her eyes were getting colder, and filled with so much fear, The hunter felt so pity, of what he saw over there, his sufferings were same as, of which were of the deer, And then they died together, as reached the starving

It's one thing if your hobby is to put ships inside a bottle, but a deer in the headlights!... That's a real talent

Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena...." He did not recognize her. His voice failed.

I will believe anything about deer. Deer, in my opinion, are rats with antlers, roaches with split hooves, denizens of the dark primeval suburbs. Deer intensely suggest New Jersey. One of the densest concentrations of wild deer in the United States inhabits the part of New Jersey that, as it happens, I inhabit, too. Deer like people. They like to be near people. They like beanfields, head lettuce, and anybody’s apples. They like hibiscus, begonias, impatiens, azaleas, rhododendrons, boxwood, and wandering Jews. I once saw a buck with a big eight-point rocking-chair rack looking magnificent as he stood between two tractor-trailers in the Frito-Lay parking lot in New Brunswick, New Jersey. Deer use the sidewalks in the heart of Princeton.

Live bold, without fear. This is life amongst the deer.