Top 1200 Wild Dreams Quotes & Sayings - Page 17

...Wild to hold, though I seem tame.

Alas! when passion is both meek and wild!

Laughter is the Wild Body's song of triumph.

He's wild, you know. Not like a tame lion.

With wild eyes that had seen freedom.

A prayer for the wild at heart kept in cages.

The voice is a wild thing. It can't be bred in captivity.

Cats are the wildest of the tame and the tamest of the wild

Live in contact with dreams and you will get something of their charm: live in contact with facts and you will get something of their brutality. I wish I could find a country to live in where the facts were not brutal and the dreams not real.

Some meat eaters defend meat eating by pointing out that it is natural: in the wild, animals eat one another. The animals that end up on our breakfast, lunch, and dinner plates, however, aren't those who normally eat other animals. The animals we exploit for food are not the lions and tigers and bears of the world. For the most part, we eat the gentle vegan animals. However, on today's farms, we actually force them to become meat eaters by making them eat feed containing the rendered remains of other animals, which they would never eat in the wild.

In literature it is only the wild that attracts us.

Capture of a wild animal is invariably traumatic.

The secret to living the life of your dreams is to START living the life of your dreams.

Only the tame birds have a longing. The wild ones fly

San Francisco is where gay fantasies come true, and the problem the city presents is whether, after all, we wanted these particular dreams to be fulfilled--or would we have preferred others? Did we know what price these dreams would exact? Did we anticipate the ways in which, vivid and continuous, they would unsuit us for the business of daily life? Or should our notion of daily life itself be transformed?

Zoo animals are ambassadors for their cousins in the wild.

Don't look for your dreams to come true; look to become true to your dreams.

I think that the idea of finding another person to share your life with is the most fascinating, beautiful quest you could ever be on in life. And yes, living your dreams is so important too, and a lot of times I’ve put that before everything else. But then you get to a place where the whole time you’re living these dreams, you look beside you to say to someone, “Hey, isn’t this so much fun?” And if there’s no one there to say it to, what’s the point?

Live fast. Die young. Be wild. Have fun.

my wild, uncured, erratic, incomprehensible heart.

Always we try to put the wild in a cage.

Every man has a wild beast within him.

Impromptu thoughts are mental wild-flowers.

Paris is wild; it's decadent... it's so many things.

It's like the Wild West, the Internet. There are no rules.

Sour patch kids gone wild.

This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.

When California was wild, it was the floweriest part of the continent.

I reverted easily to my wild state, that is experimentation.

Poetry is a sky dark with a wild-duck migration.

An infatuated man is not only foolish, but wild.

You can’t give your heart to a wild thing.

I hope the day will never come when the American nation will be the champion of the status quo. Once that happens, we shall have forfeited, and rightly forfeited, the support of the unsatisfied, of those who are the victims of inevitable imperfections, of those who, young in years or spirit, believe that they can make a better world and of those who dream dreams and want to make their dreams to come true.

Who do you want to be in your one wild and precious life?

A fool's wild speech confounds the wise.

Wild above rule or art, enormous bliss.

I had no shortage of wild times in my youth.

I appear wild on the outside, but I'm a conservative businessman.

Very often, I confess, the teller of dreams bores me. His dream could perhaps interest me if it were frankly worked on. But to hear a glorious tale of his insanity! I have not yet clarified, psychoanalytically, this boredom during the recital of other people's dreams. Perhaps I have retained the stiffness of a rationalist. I do not follow the tale of justified incoherence docilely. I always suspect that part of the stupidities being recounted are invented.

As for my destination, I don’t think I ever knew one. I walk, I run in the direction of my dreams. Things change along the way, people change, I change, the world changes, even my dreams change. I don’t have a place to arrive, I just keep doing what I know how to do, the best that I can do it. I’ll probably end up a deluded geriatric in a wheelchair wearing a cape and tights, imagining my own flight out of this world, but of course with a young girl in my arms.

From all wild beasts, a child is the most difficult to handle.

Buffalo Wild Wings is always a good choice.

I don't go for the wild stuff like bell-bottoms.

Revenge was a very wild kind of justice.

This world is painted on a wild dark metal

I was a sloppy kid, wanted to be just wild.

Russell Westbrook's just a wild guy.

It was clear: I was sick. I never used to dream. They say in the old days it was the most normal thing in the world to have dreams. Which makes sense: Their whole life was some kind of horrible merry-go-round of green, orange, Buddha, juice. But today we know that dreams point to a serious mental illness. And I know that up to now my brain has checked out chronometrically perfect, a mechanism without a speck of dust.

I was a bad kid, getting into a lot of wild stuff.

To work on behalf of the wild is to restore culture

The more wild experiences you have, the better songs you can write.

My hapless peers with their lofty dreams--how I envy and despise them! I'm with the others, the even more hapless, who have no-one but themselves to whom they can tell their dreams and show what would be verses if they wrote them. I'm with those poor slobs who have no books to show, who have no literature beside their own soul, and who are suffocating to death due to the fact that they exist without having taken that mysterious, transcendental exam that makes one eligible to live.

Whatcha gonna do, when Hulkamania runs wild on you!

We ran like a herd of wild cattle.

How wide and sweet and wild motherhood and sisterhood can be.

Dying is a wild night and a new road.

Painters are noted for being dissipated and wild.

And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.

Wild men, screaming through the keyholes.

America has been a land of dreams. A land where the aspirations of people from countries cluttered with rich, cumbersome, aristocratic, ideological pasts can reach for what once seemed unattainable. Here they have tried to make dreams come true. Yet now... we are threatened by a new and particularly American menace. It is not the menace of class war, of ideology, of poverty, of disease, of illiteracy, or demagoguery, or of tyranny, though these now plague most of the world. It is the menace of unreality.