Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god.
The march of conquest through wild provinces, may be the march of Mind; but not the march of Love.
Wild horses couldn't drag me away from a summer on the Stockholm archipelago.
It would take wild horses to get me to talk.
Scribbled secret notebooks, and wild typewritten pages, for yr own joy
Pike Bishop: Let's go! Lyle Gorch: Why not?
[repeated line] Pike Bishop: C'mon, you lazy bastard.
[...] I had to press against the Plexiglas to feel the blood and body heat of his loss, stare hard at the loss so I could remember how its face was shaped, the exact color of its eyes, something to get me through the next year of living with my husba...
Wild, The Hunchback: Well well, if it isn't the smoker. Well... Remember me, amigo? Col. Douglas Mortimer: M-Mm. Wild, The Hunchback: 'Course you do. El Paso. Col. Douglas Mortimer: It's a small world. Wild, The Hunchback: Yes, and very, very bad. No...
But talent—if you don't encourage it, if you don't train it, it dies. It might run wild for a little while, but it will never mean anything. Like a wild horse. If you don't tame it and teach it to run on track, to pace itself and bear a rider, it d...
Mountains, according to the angle of view, the season, the time of day, the beholder's frame of mind, or any one thing, can effectively change their appearance. Thus, it is essential to recognize that we can never know more than one side, one small a...
But if modesty is interpreted not as diffidence or self-effacingness, but as non-overweening, a realistic assessment of the job to be done and one's ability to do it, then you might say the chief virtue of excellent artists is their modesty...But kno...
I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks. 'We spent one night together.' 'You had sex then?' 'No we crocheted a quilt.' I cocked my head to side and gave him my nastiest glare." Lorelei Preston to Agent Brody-The Wild Hunt
William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: [Wild Bill grabs Coffey's arm] Where y'all think you're goin'? John Coffey: You a bad man. William 'Wild Bill' Wharton: That's right, nigger. Bad as you'd want. John Coffey: HEY! You keep a civil tongue on my block!
Somewhere close behind air and water is the need for food.
I am an unspeakable of the Oscar Wilde sort.
How easy it is to do wrong when there is someone else to blame.
She's a Texan, born and raised. Football is in our blood.
Some things need to be left unsaid.
In a world of insanity, nothing is sacred. It's an insane world, nothing is sacred.
I believe aphorisms are best when first read in the wild, free from the confines of any categories.
