Wild Quotes - Page 2

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?

We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.

... there's a silent voice in the wilderness that we hear only when no one else is around. When you go far, far beyond, out across the netherlands of the Known, the din of human static slowly fades away, over and out.

It was April in Minneapolis and snowing, the flakes coming down in thick swirls enchanting the city

It was great to see the owls," I said.
She smiled.
"Yes. They're wild things, of course. Killers, savages. They're wonderful.

Love is not all about loving everything perfect, it is when someones corrosive nature is the only thing that glues you to them which you wished it were never there.

Freedom without responsibility? What freedom is that? None at all.

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.

All the love of the high, wild places, all the amazing joy in being alive sounded in his voice

The wild begins where you least expect it, one step off your normal course

I was born into chaos. I didn’t know what peace felt like.

Disbelief held me down inside my footsteps, making my body heavy but my heart wild.

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.

Every falling leaf reminds me that I too will soon be separated from these trees. Trying to capture freedom is like trying to catch a falling leaf. Occasionally you may grab one out of the air and hold it in your hands, but now what?

There was a wildness inside him; someday he would capture it. Not to be tamed, but to be released. For only by understanding his mind could it be freed.

If Music is a Place - then Jazz is the City, Folk is the Wilderness, Rock is the Road, Classical is a Temple.

The sheer force of the music calls for a wild audience reaction.

I am more than what they say I am.

I was raised feral, and I mostly stayed that way.

Insatiable is my desire for you,
Insane is my love you,
Limitless are my boundaries for you,
True are my feelings for you,
Wildest are my imaginations for you,
Intense is my passion for you,
Soul is my offering for you,
Commitment is my promise to you,