Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, But which will bloom most constantly? The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring ,Its summer blossoms scent the air; Yet wait till winter come...
Her lips were frosted with sugar and faeriedust.
All that I was and the world that was mine are gone forever.
A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.
Hello, I am Oscar Wilde
My hair grows and grows; you cannot stop it - that fellow grows, it grows wild.
It's just such a great miracle when things do work, and they work for such a wild variety of crazy reasons.
Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.
If I end up hosting 'Joker's Wild,' please shoot me.
How dirty she was, how thin, what a wild look she had! I have never seen a wilder-looking creature. Her eyes were bright. They were like the eyes of a wild animal.
Don't waste your time hating a failure. Failure is a greater teacher than success. Listen, learn, go on.
To take the world into one's arms and act towards it in a soul-filled and soul-strengthening manner is a powerful act of wildish spirit.
There's not a branch of publishing or broadcasting that doesn't depend in some way on advertising. It'd be like an aquarium without water. Why, ninety-five percent of the information that reaches you has already been preselected and paid for.
I was feeling lonely without her, but the fact that I could feel lonely at all was consolation. Loneliness wasn't such a bad feeling. It was like the stillness of the pin oak after the little birds had flown off.
I don’t need your praise to survive. I was here first, before you were here, before you ever planted a garden. And I’ll be here when only the sun and moon are left, and the sea, and the wide field. I will constitute the field.
Stories don't always have happy endings." This stopped him. Because they didn't, did they? That's one thing the monster had definitely taught him. Stories were wild, wild animals and went off in directions you couldn't expect.
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?
A wild goose never laid a tame egg.
Let the wild ruckus commence.
Federal legislation is urgently needed to stop this insanity of wild animals in captivity.
We have wild animals in zoos, yet people rarely meet their 'food' face to face.
