Best 237 quotes in «wild quotes» category

Running in the wind, in the pollen and dust, a flower in flight

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.

She chose messy, she chose wild. She chose life on her own terms.

She’d rather be a blazing wildfire than a dimming candle; always igniting the fire within her soul that could never be put out.

She found herself over a long and treacherous road and the more treacherous the road became, the more of herself she found.

She felt wild and unruly, determined and free.

She is unapologetic She is wild with her heart She is free She is art Though some can't figure her out She's an incredible mess That's just how she likes it.

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.

She reminded me of the sea; the way she came dancing towards you, wild and beautiful, and just when she was almost close enough to touch she'd rush away again.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.

She walked through her life heavy from the mighty wings upon her back.

She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue.

She wants a warrior lover, with wild eyes, strong hands and a poet's heart.

She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.

She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.

She was a wild ocean. And he had always seen people giving up while trying to swim in her and swim back to the shore before they could drown. He always hesitated about that adventure. He was scared of failing to swim, and drowning to death. But he was never able to stop thinking about how the adventure could end up. He finally made his mind up and started swimming. And eventually, he gave up against the waves and the storms she created and he began to drown. But the moment he stopped fighting to survive, she slowly embraced him inside her arms. And he began to realise that everything was very different than what he had always imagined. He could feel every breath he took there, better than any place he had ever lived. She was splendid and he never felt like swimming away from her arms ever.

She was drawn to the wild warriors, they had to have a little gypsy in their veins.

She was not just a wild creature, she was a wounded creature.

She was the kind of elegance That would never tarnish. A mixture of lace and mesh, Like a classic heirloom that begged to be worn. She was sharp intellect and quick wit. The type of woman that spoke her mind, Even if it shook. (Or even if no one was listening.) She was beautiful. But not someone you’d see in magazines, Her hips were too wide, her hair a mess of wispy tendrils, (Rather, she was actually very ordinary.) My, was she stubborn! She’d drive you mad! (Sometimes, you’d probably call her crazy.) But mostly, her laughter was a joyful moments. Like a warm towel fresh from the dryer, Or finding a twenty-dollar bill in your winter coat. And that was the true revelation. That magic does exist, It ran through her like a wild, fiery current.

She was too busy wishing on shooting stars to see the dreams come true around her.

Sometimes I want a quiet life other times I want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

Show up for yourself, it sets the example of what shows up for you.

Some days i am the artist, Other days i am art and When life gets real weird, I become both.

Take me when I'm wild. Take me when I'm free. Take me for me and I will take you as you want to be.

Taken together, the narratives of how the animals ended up at Lowry Park revealed as much about Homo sapiens as they revealed about the animals themselves. The precise details—how and where each was born, how they were separated from their mothers and taken into custody, all they had witnessed and experienced on their way to becoming the property of this particular zoo—could have filled an encyclopedia with insights into human behavior and psychology, human geopolitics and history and commerce. Lowry Park’s very existence declared our presumption of supremacy, the ancient belief that we have been granted dominion over other creatures and have the right to do with them as we please. The zoo was a living catalogue of our fears and obsessions, the ways we see animals and see ourselves, all the things we prefer not to see at all. Every corner of the grounds revealed our appetite for amusement and diversion, no matter what the cost. Our longing for the wildness we have lost inside ourselves. Our instinct to both exalt nature and control it. Our deepest wish to love and protect other species even as we scorch their forests and poison their rivers and shove them toward oblivion. All of it was on display in the garden of captives.

so wondrous wild, the whole might seem the scenery of a fairy dream

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.

That true love cannot be calculated or contained

That was her magic— she could still see the sunset even on those darkest days.

The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.

THE HARDEST STEP WE ALL MUST TAKE IS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS

The need for wildness is written within our genes, in a language we are just beginning to understand. And in wilderness we will find the Rosetta Stone that can unravel this ancient language of our bones.

There is always an adventure waiting in the woods.

There is nothing prettier in the whole wide world than a girl in love with every breath she takes.

There is so much power in choosing to love yourself against all odds and I hope with every kind of painful experience you become more aware who you are and what you are truly capable of. Life hurts but it's also remarkabley beautiful if you look past the chaos.

There’s always that one white boy who says stupid shit in the name of making his friends laugh. You can usually find them trolling on Twitter. We just spotted one in the 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

There will always a glimmer in those who have been through the dark.

THE RIGHT POEM FINDS US EXACTLY WHEN IT NEEDS TO. —ATTICUS

The 'Wild West' is a good description of law enforcement in the desert southwest USA.

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?

The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places.

The world is a big place for a little heart like mine, I have kept it locked away until I meet warrior that tames my wild.

The World is my home & India is my living room. I'm independent in my living room to explore,hoping someday I will also be able to explore my own home.

The yearn of the faithful The call of the wild Two conflicting worlds collide Steadfast in a world spiraling out of control. One foot to the earth One head in the clouds

They'll look for you in a field of roses, having never really known you at all. For you'll never be found in a perfectly tendered garden, you're an untameable wildflower in this wild world.

They roared into the Lincoln Tunnel. A wild, inexplicable excitement mounted in Therese as she stared through the windshield. She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together. She felt Carol glancing at her from time to time.

They say she is too much to handle, but when the moon pulls the tide and the wolves howl her name, blessed are the ones who have been taken by her wild.

They say that to live in the Wilds, you have to be half-wild yourself. Or at least very brave. And Zane is both.