He is a sort of steady man in a wild way, you know. That’s better than to be as some are, wild in a steady way. I am afraid that’s how I am

The Grizzly Bear is huge and wild;
He has devoured the infant child.
The infant child is not aware
He has been eaten by the bear.

In dim ways he recognised in man the animal that had fought itself to primacy over the other animals of the Wild.

Much of the Wild had been lost, so that to them the Wild was the unknown, the terrible, the ever menacing and ever warring. But to him, in appearance and action and impulse, still clung the Wild.

There is a patience of the wild – dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself – that holds motionless for endless hours the spider in its web, the snake in its coils, the panther in its ambuscade; this patience belongs peculiarly to life when it hunts its living food.

There is a patience of the wild – dogged, tireless, persistent as life itself.

I’d rather sing one wild song and burst my heart with it, than live a thousand years watching my digestion and being afraid of the wet.

The Wild still lingered in him and the wolf in him merely slept.

Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor, What have you done to my boy? He’s not flesh and blood, he’s aluminum alloy!” The doctor said gently, What I’m going to say will sound pretty wild. But you’re not the father of this strange looking child. You see, there still is some question about the child’s gender, but we think that its father is a microwave blender.

Different languages, different food, different customs. That’s our neighborhood: wild and tangled and colorful. Like the best kind of garden.

It is the fable of Jesus Christ, as told in the New Testament, and the wild and visionary doctrine raised thereon, against which I contend. The story, taking it as it is told, is blasphemously obscene.

I was invisible, and I was only just beginning to realise the extraordinary advantage my invisibility gave me. My head was already teeming with plans of all the wild and wonderful things I had now impunity to do.

Hear and attend and listen; for this befell and behappened and became and was: O my Best Beloved, when the tame animals were wild.

As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

There is no more wild, free, vigorous growth of the forest, but everything is in pots or rows like a rococo garden… The pupil is in the age of spontaneous variation which at no period of life is so great. He does not want a standardized, overpeptonized mental diet. It palls on his appetite.

Hulkamania is running wild, Brother

Whatcha gunna do when Hulkamanina and my 24 pythons run wild on you?

All you young wild girls You make a mess of me

Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air.

An insincere and evil friend is more to be feared than a wild beast; a wild beast may wound your body, but an evil friend will wound your mind.

Each of us has heaven and hell in him, Basil,’ cried Dorian with a wild gesture of despair

Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough, A Flask of Wine, a Book of Verse – and Thou
Beside me singing in the Wilderness – And Wilderness is Paradise enow.

Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god

There are three faithful friends—an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.

I’m shy, but when the time comes to be wild, I’m fun-loving, adventurous, and mysterious.

We didn’t become the most prosperous country in the world just by rewarding greed and recklessness. We didn’t come this far by letting the special interests run wild. We didn’t do it just by gambling and chasing paper profits on Wall Street. We built this country by making things, by producing goods we could sell.

I see what I want of Love… I see horses making the meadow dance, fifty guitars sighing, and a swarm of bees suckling the wild berries, and I close my eyes until I see our shadow behind this dispossessed place… I see what I want of people: their desire to long for anything, their lateness in getting to work and their hurry to return to their folk… and their need to say: Good Morning.