wild

Much of human behavior can be explained by watching the wild beasts around us. They are constantly teaching us things about ourselves and the way of the universe, but most people are too blind to watch and listen.

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

Courage without conscience is a wild beast.

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

You get so tied up with the minutiae of the day-to-day, there's never a chance to sit back and let your subconscious run wild.

I'm learning to be braver with colorful clothes, even if they're a little wild.

The ancient Romans built their greatest masterpieces of architecture, their amphitheaters, for wild beasts to fight in.

I hump the wild to take it all in, there is no bag limit on happiness.

The folly of endless consumerism sends us on a wild goose-chase for happiness through materialism.

I like music that's more offensive. I like it to sound like nails on a blackboard, get me wild.

She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.

She chose messy, she chose wild. She chose life on her own terms.

Wild animals never kill for sport. Man is the only one to whom the torture and death of his fellow creatures is amusing in itself.

Thousands of years ago, humans domesticated every possible large wild mammal species fulfilling all those criteria and worth domesticating, with the result that there have been no valuable additions of domestic animals in recent times, despite the efforts of modern science.

You can't just let nature run wild.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky. So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, with the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

Every year, tens of millions of salmon return to the pristine shores of Bristol Bay in Alaska. They linger in the bay's cool, shallow waters before charging up nearby streams to spawn and create another generation of wild salmon.

But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window--maybe rearrange all the furniture.