Quotes about wild
A collection of quotes on the topic of wild, likeness, man, doing.
Quotes about wild

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

“A Prayer for the Wild at Heart That Are Kept in Cages”
This is the subtitle of the play
Source: Stairs to the Roof (1941)

“Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere;
Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!”
St. I
Ode to the West Wind (1819)

“You're never too old, too wacky, too wild, to pick up a book and read to a child.”

“She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too brightly for this world.”
Variant: She burned too bright for this world.
Source: The quote is attributed to Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë, but only first part appears in book. https://books.google.pl/books?id=Aiye9MLNh9EC&q=wild%2C+wicked+slip#v=snippet&q=wild%2C%20wicked%20slip&f=false

“If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse… but surely you will see the wildness!”

“Whosoever is delighted in solitude, is either a wild beast or a god.”
“Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?”
"The Summer Day"
New and Selected Poems (1992)
Variant: What will you do with your one precious, wild life?
Source: New and Selected Poems, Vol. 1

“Every woman is a rebel, and usually in wild revolt against herself.”
Source: A Woman of No Importance

Alex Jones: The "Justin Biebler" Rant https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VDMB0KyhPN8, 21 February 2011.
2011

Babur-Nama, translated into English by A.S. Beveridge, New Delhi reprint, 1979, pp. 574-75
2005

Self-Pity (1929)
Source: The Complete Poems

All Shook Up, written by Otis Blackwell and Elvis Presley (1957)
Song lyrics

“I'm shy, but when the time comes to be wild, I'm fun-loving, adventurous, and mysterious.”
http://www.flixster.com/actor/leonardo-di-caprio/leonardo-dicaprio-quotes

Written of her experience with actress Marilyn Monroe in a letter to the American author, Fleur Cowles Meyer, in 1961. As quoted in Fragments, by Stanley Buchthal and Bernard Comment (2010)

“The wild, cruel beast is not behind the bars of the cage. He is in front of it.”
My Twisted World (2014), 19-22, UC Santa Barbara, Building to Violence

“All good things are wild and free.”

“I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself”

“Arizona and New Mexico: Thinking Like a Mountain”, p. 133.
This is a paraphrase of Thoreau: see explanation by the Walden Woods project http://www.walden.org/Library/Quotations/The_Henry_D._Thoreau_Mis-Quotation_Page).
Source: A Sand County Almanac, 1949, "Arizona and New Mexico: On Top," & "Arizona and New Mexico: Thinking Like a Mountain"

“Poetry must have something in it that is barbaric, vast and wild.”
On Dramatic Poetry (1758)

July 1890, page 315
John of the Mountains, 1938

“Sometimes a wild horse needs to feel that his rider is just a little bit wilder.”
Source: Ruby

“Wisconsin: Marshland Elegy”, p. 101.
A Sand County Almanac, 1949, "Wisconsin: Marshland Elegy," "Wisconsin: The Sand Counties" "Wisconsin: On a Monument to the Pigeon," and "Wisconsin: Flambeau"
Source: A Sand County Almanac and Sketches Here and There
Context: To build a road is so much simpler than to think of what the country really needs. A roadless marsh is seemingly as worthless to the alphabetical conservationist as an undrained one was to the empire-builders. Solitude, the one natural resource still undowered of alphabets, is so far recognized as valuable only by ornithologists and cranes.
Thus always does history, whether of marsh or market place, end in paradox. The ultimate value in these marshes is wildness, and the crane is wildness incarnate. But all conservation of wildness is self-defeating, for to cherish we must see and fondle, and when enough have seen and fondled, there is no wilderness left to cherish.

The Stolen Child http://poetry.poetryx.com/poems/1695/, st. 1
Crossways (1889)
Variant: Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
Source: The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats
Context: p>Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berries
And of reddest stolen cherries.Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand. </p


“My head is full of fire
and grief and my tongue
runs wild, pierced
with shards of glass.”
Source: Three Tragedies: Blood Wedding, Yerma, Bernarda Alba

Source: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass

“You were once wild here. Don’t let them tame you.”
Source: Isadora Speaks: Uncollected Writings and Speeches of Isadora Duncan

(25th January 1823) Medallion Wafers: Cupid Riding on a Peacock
The London Literary Gazette, 1823

1910 - 1935, The mysteries of the forest' (1934)

1860s, Speech to Germans at Cincinnati, Ohio (1861), Gazette version

Kosmos (1847)

1770s, African Slavery in America (March 1775)

Robert G. Ingersoll, The Liberty of Man, Woman and Child
About

Chi non sa che senza le donne sentir non si po contento o satisfazione alcuna in tutta questa nostra vita, la quale senza esse saria rustica e priva d'ogni dolcezza e piú aspera che quella dell'alpestre fiere? Chi non sa che le donne sole levano de' nostri cori tutti li vili e bassi pensieri, gli affanni, le miserie e quelle turbide tristezze che cosí spesso loro sono compagne?
Bk. 3, ch. 51; p. 216.
Souced, Il Libro del Cortegiano (1528)

Olive Gilbert & Sojourner Truth (1878), Narrative of Sojourner Truth, a Bondswoman of Olden Time, page 303.

Canto II
1840s, My Childhood's Home I See Again (1844 - 1846)

1770s, African Slavery in America (March 1775)
Carved into a sheet of plywood inside the "Magic Bus", May 2, 1992

Song, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919). This song was written and composed by Linley for Mr. Augustus Braham, and sung by him. It is not known when it was written,—probably about 1830. Another song, entitled "Though lost to Sight, to Memory dear," was published in London in 1880, purporting to have been written by Ruthven Jenkyns in 1703 and published in the "Magazine for Mariners". That magazine, however, never existed, and the composer of the music acknowledged, in a private letter, that he copied the words from an American newspaper. The reputed author, Ruthven Jenkyns, was living, under another name, in California in 1882.