Wild Quotes - Page 3

She has wings the color of wild and a soul the color of art.

You know a wild spirit just by looking at them, they carry a vibe that doesn't appear often but when it does my god you won't forget them. They are always passing through lives, never staying put, but always remembered long after they have left. These souls are kindred spirits, they connect deeply or not at all.

I am a wildflower in your perfect bed of roses.

Wildflowers can't be controlled, and neither can the girl with a soul boundless as the sky, and a spirit as free and wild as the ocean.

I'm a tangled mess of wild.

Insatiable is my desire for you, Insane is my love you,Limitless are my boundaries for you, True are my feelings for you,Wildest are my imaginations for you, Intense is my passion for you,Soul is my offering for you, Commitment is my promise to you,

Her eyes remind me of the Pacific: Raging. Fearless. Restless.

The world had to change and for some reason the prosperity of men always results in them taking ever more from wild creatures and places.

There is so much power in choosing to love yourself against all odds and I hope with every kind of painful experience you become more aware who you are and what you are truly capable of. Life hurts but it's also remarkabley beautiful if you look past the chaos.

Enough !! of the lion ruling the wild territory, time to vote the panther gentlemen.

And damn it, I should be thinking this through. Normal people can’t leave their job to return a notebook. But this job sucks, and I haven’t taken any vacation time, like, ever. I should seriously be consulting with a lot of different people before jumping in, but that’s never been a strong suit of mine. Because there’s a need in Julienne’s voice that I haven’t heard before, and I have nothing waiting for me here that won’t be there when we get back.

Pega Rose

The world is a big place for a little heart like mine, I have kept it locked away until I meet warrior that tames my wild.

She knew it was time, What for was the mystery but focused; she remained.She turned her back on anythingthat no longer served her strengths nor taught her vital lessons with her weaknesses.She said no without explanation & assigned validation back just to parking spots. She was fierce but gentle and authentic in her approach to live even if it meant standing alone.She knew the hard days weren't over but stood proud that she had already survived some of the worst. She laughed in the midst of a mindfuck & gathered her worth with all the pieces of herself that have held her together throughout the years. She knew it was timeWhat for was the mystery, but focused; she remained. She learnt that motherhood provided unconditional love doesn't have boundaries, it's pure in all its forms. Family are rare connections.Friendships are like shoes, not all will fit but when some do it's like you have won the lotto. She learnt that every love was different and how important it was to keep her heart open for the possibility of being able to experience it just one more time.

So, the word wild here is not used in its modern pejorative sense, meaning out of control, but in its original sense, which means to live a natural life, one in which the criatura, creature, has innate integrity and healthy boundaries. These words, wild and woman, cause women to remember who they are and what they are about. They create a metaphor to describe the force which funds all females. They personify a force that women cannot live without.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Like a wolf, she lived by instinct.

She has fought many wars, most internal. The ones that you battle alone, for this, she is remarkable. She is a survivor.

Never question yourself to satisfy the comfort of those living blindly by the false masks of life.

We human beings regard ourselves as (or compare ourselves to) animals only when it suits us.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

You stop revisiting memories when you outgrow the people you made them with.

How wrong we are to ignore our hearts to follow the familiar path.

Take me when I'm wild.Take me when I'm free.Take me for meand I will take you as you want to be.

Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.

I'm not a girl that will lay in diamonds but I will run through the flowers of the seeds we plant together.

I was stirred by the dark mystery of mortality. I couldn’t resist stealing up to the edge of doom and peering over the brink (…) That was a very different thing from wanting to die.

Don't settle your wild, find a man who doesn't want to tame it.

It is in all of us to defy expectations, to go into the world and to be brave, and to want, to need, to hunger for adventures. To embrace the chance and risk so that we may breathe and know what it is to be free.

Find a part of yourself hidden in the twilight.

Enjoy the contented silence.

At some point, one asks, "Toward what end is my life lived?" A great freedom comes from being able to answer that question. A sleeper can be decoyed out of bed by the sheer beauty of dawn on the open seas. Part of my job, as I see it, is to allow that to happen. Sleepers like me need at some point to rise and take their turn on morning watch for the sake of the planet, but also for their own sake, for the enrichment of their lives. From the deserts of Namibia to the razor-backed Himalayas, there are wonderful creatures that have roamed the Earth much longer than we, creatures that not only are worthy of our respect but could teach us about ourselves.

You can love her with everything you have and she still wont belong to you. She will run wild with you, beside you with everystep but let me tell you something about women who run with wolves, their fierce hearts dont settle between walls and their instinct is stronger than upbringing. Love her wild or leave her there.

Wild animals are less wild and more human than many humans of this world

There was something wild about her, as if she was connected to this place but not the people.

David Metzenthen

She had a wild, wandering soul but when she loved, she loved with chaos and that made all the difference.

What if one's tendency to go wandering off is truly a gift? What if the driving force beneath the curiosity that leads a person to wander off the beaten path is not immaturity, but the wild, untamable Spirit of God, drawing them into the foliage to be refined, to discover fresh insights, and pioneer a new way forward for a new group of people?

Brandan Roberston

This is an ode to life.The anthem of the world.For as there are billionsof different stars thatmake up the skyso, too, are there billions of different humans thatmake up the Earth.Some shine brighter but all are made ofthe same cosmic dust.O the joy of beingin life with all these people!I speak of differencesbecause they are there.Like the different organsthat make up our bodies.Earth, itself, is one large body.Listen to how it howlswhen one human isin misery.When one kills another, the Earth feels the pang in itschest. When one orgasms, the Earth craves a cigarette.Look carefully,these animals are beauty spots that make the Earth’s face lovelier and more loveable.These oceans are the Earth’s limpid eyes. These trees, its hair.This is an ode to life.The anthem of the world.I will no longer speak of differences, for the similaritiesare larger. Look even closer. There may bedistances between our limbs butthere are no spaces betweenour hearts. We long to be one.We long to be in nature andto run wild with its wildlife.Let us celebrate life and living, for it is sacrilegious to be ungrateful.Let us play and be playful, for it is sacrilegiousto be serious.Let us celebrate imperfectionsand make existenceproud of us, for tomorrow isdeath, and this is an ode to life. The anthem of the world.

Kiss her gypsy soul and love her for the wild rose she is.

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.

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.

If Springtime crawls out of thewild mouths of flowers, thensurely, Winter crawls out of mine.

Cecilia Llompart

I am not a Sunday morning inside four wallswith clean bloodand organized drawers.I am the hurricane setting fire to the forestsat night when no one else is aliveor awakehowever you choose to see itand I live in my own flamessometimes burning too bright and too wildto make things lastor handlemyself or anyone elseand so I run.run run runfar and wideuntil my bones ache and lungs splitand it feels good.Hear that people? It feels goodbecause I am the slave and ruler of my own bodyand I wish to do with it exactly as I please

Charlotte Eriksson

I am looking for the one I can’t fool.

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside.

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark.

She wore his love like a loaded gun.

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to knowthat I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

THE HARDESTSTEPWE ALL MUST TAKEIS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS

It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.

I let her gobecause I knew she could do betterand now she's goneI wonderif I should've just been better.

I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.

LOVE COULD BE LABLEDPOISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.

I just need you and some sunsets.

She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue.

Come, my darling,it is never too late to begin our love again.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.

She wore the moonlight like lingerie.

She was everything real in a world of make-believe.

She was not for everyone but she was for me.

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