A Quote by George MacDonald

A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it. — © George MacDonald
A beast does not know that he is a beast, and the nearer a man gets to being a beast, the less he knows it.
The difference between the reason of man and the instinct of the beast is this, that the beast does but know, but the man knows that he knows.
Beast?" Jane murmured. "Then God make me a beast; for, man or beast, I am yours.
Superstition changes a man to a beast, fanaticism makes him a wild beast, and despotism a beast of burden.
No beast so fierce but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no beast.
On just a personal level, since I was little, I've loved fairytales, especially this one, because it is about what goes into making a beast a beast. Do you start as a beast? Do you turn into a beast because of the way that people treat you? I think it's something that is really universal and hit a chord with me when I was little, and so, hopefully we can explore some of that.
This beast went to the well and drank, and the noise was in the beast's belly like unto the questing of thirty couple hounds, but all the while the beast drank there was no noise in the beast's belly.
A man without justice is a beast, and a man who would make himself a beast forgets the pain of being a man.
The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this beast grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.
Rome is the Great Beast of atheism and materialism, adoring nothing but itself. Israel is the Great Beast of religion. Neither one nor the other is likable. The Great Beast is always repulsive
His passion has aroused the best and the beast in man. And the beast waited for him in the kitchen.
A man who behaves like a beast is worse than the beast.
For the world is broken, sundered, busted down the middle, self ripped from self and man pasted back together as mythical monster, half angel, half beast, but no man...Some day a man will walk into my office as a ghost or beast or ghost-beast and walk out as a man, which is to say sovereign wanderer, lordly exile, worker and waiter and watcher.
There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
You've got a man-beast, and a ho-beast.
There is also a beast, a beast of strange dimensions. He has the head of a horse and the body of a man who needs a lot of attention. He represents me in college: I was a dork-ataur.
Music soothes my savage beast. I got a beast in me running wild.
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