Wildness is my suiting scene.
… a beast
See {46085} for more of Truman’s view.
Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.
In short, all good things are wild and free. There is something in a strain of music, whether produced by an instrument or by thehuman voice,--take the sound of a bugle in a summer night, for instance,--which by its wildness, to speak without satire, reminds me of the cries emitted by wild beasts in their native forests. It is so much of their wildness as I can understand. Give me for my friends and neighbors wild men, not tame ones. The wildness of the savage is but a faint symbol of the awful ferity with which good men and lovers meet.
My life is not packaged, Not tidy. There are leftover strands and jagged Edges that cut even my friends.
A leopard doesn't change his spots just because you bring him in from the jungle and try to housebreak him and turn him into a pet. He may learn to sheathe his claws in order to beg a few scraps off the dinner table, and you may teach him to be a beast of burden, but it doesn't pay to forget that he'll al ways be what he was born: a wild animal.
As hope kindles hope, millions more will find it. By our efforts, we have lit a fire as well - a fire in the minds of men. It warms those who feel its power, it burns those who fight its progress, and one day this untamed fire of freedom will reach the darkest corners of our world.
… a hideous and desolate wilderness, full of wild beasts and wild men
The mind I love must have wild places.
Men and women, they were beautiful and wild, all a little violent under their pleasant ways and only a little tamed.
The country is more of a wilderness, more of a wild solitude, in the winter than in the summer. The wild comes out. The urban, the cultivated, is hidden or negatived.
He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life
It's dangerous faith in our untamed Savior that leads us to the joy we crave.
And below the heimongmong, all along the ground, were weeds already spilling out over the edges, running wild in every direction.
Perhaps the most important thing we can ever do in our lives is find a way to keep the wild-both the wild inside and the wild outside us-and tap into it.
History is a big word... History is not the sort of animal you can domesticate.
Contrary to what a lot of people think, I haven't been domesticated.
I like North Florida because it's much wilder than the rest of the state.
Jungle Kitty is one of the colors of my persona that allows me to be free, allows to be untamed, allows me to have fun and let loose and be ferocious, raw, unapologetic, and carefree.
A wild creature is not subject to any will except its own
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
So what is wild? What is wilderness? What are dreams but an internal wilderness and what is desire but a wildness of the soul?
In the world of mules there are no rules.
We write because we believe the human spirit cannot be tamed and should not be trained.
I need this wild life, this freedom.
