What the wolf mourns is food for the fox.
When so many are lonely as seem to be lonely, it would be inexcusably selfish to be lonely alone.
Wolf: I'm Wolf. Where did they transfer you from? Frank Morris: Atlanta. Wolf: Nice town, Atlanta. Frank Morris: I never saw it.
Lazar Wolf: How is it going with you, Reb Tevye? Tevye: How should it go? Lazar Wolf: You are right. Tevye: And you? Lazar Wolf: The same. Tevye: I'm sorry to hear that.
I'm lonely. And I'm lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
One man alone is prey to the wolf.
Hunger leads the wolf to the village.
Outside a sheep, inside a wolf.
The wolf dies where the pack is.
I had a dream about you. I was lonely and you were lonely, and you suggested that we could be lonely together. But I just scoffed because if we were lonely together, we wouldn’t be lonely. So I wandered off to be by myself. Then I got hit by a truc...
The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always unstable. Until one day I looked more closely, and r...
Turn around, and the people you thought you knew might change. Your little boy might now live half a world away. Your beautiful daughter might be sneaking out at night. Your ex-husband might by dying by degrees. This is the reason that dancers learn,...
Once a wolf, always a wolf.
The horror was this: the others.
Conchar is an ancient Gaelic term for those who admire the king of all hunters: the wolf. To some, the wolf is a magnificent beast, the pinnacle of predatory evolution. To others, the wolf is a thing of nightmare.
Was he hitting some type of werewolf midlife crisis? First, he'd left Wolf Town, and now he was envisioning a mate. What next? Bird watching? Board games? Retirement homes?
The shepherd drives the wolf from the sheep's for which the sheep thanks the shepherd as his liberator, while the wolf denounces him for the same act as the destroyer of liberty. Plainly, the sheep and the wolf are not agreed upon a definition of lib...
Where the cattle are, there the wolf shall die.
The sheep has no choice when in the jaws of the wolf.
No sheep runs into the mouth of a sleeping wolf.
Make yourself a sheep and the wolf is ready.
