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“Some don’t want to be happy, inasmuch as they undergo happiness merely as languor and yawning. They are dissatisfied with a bland and vacuous state of glee and, instead, prefer to keep on running like raging bulls through the whims and quirks of life. In reality, their dissatisfaction is their contentment. ("Happiness blowing in the wind" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“For ages, the bull has been harassed and playfully teased to death in the frame of institutionalized games, in the name of "tauromachic art" and under the auspices of a benevolent, "peaceful" tourist audience. ("Transcendental meditation")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“As I clung to the chaparral that day, attempting to patch up my bleeding finger, terrified by every sound that the bull was coming back, I considered my options. There were only two and they were essentially the same. I could go back in the direction I had come from, or I could go forward in the direction I intended to go. The bull, I acknowledged grimly, could be in either direction, since I hadn’t seen where he’d run once I closed my eyes. I could only choose between the bull that would take me back and the bull that would take me forward. And so I walked on.”
― Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail

“Cheer the bull, or cheer the bear; cheer both, and you will be trampled and eaten.”
― Robert Jordan, Lord of Chaos

“It is a difficult thing―if not impossible―to forgive oneself for foolish errors, not for trampling a life or goring another with sharp horns, but for being the fool who opened the gate and let the bull out, blind to potential consequences.”
― Richelle E. Goodrich, Making Wishes: Quotes, Thoughts, & a Little Poetry for Every Day of the Year

“Fuck with the bull, assholes, and get the horns.”
― J.A. Saare, The Renfield Syndrome

“You were a furious bull
and I was a china shop
with beautiful red curtains.”
― Danabelle Gutierrez, & Until The Dreams Come

“Never dare, a bull with horns.”
― Anthony Liccione

“On the wall hung a picture of an ugly old Cape Cod house. His friends said, 'Why do you have that ugly thing hanging there?' and Bull said, 'I like it because it's ugly.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“I felt like I’d just discovered my last big glass of milk had actually come from a bull.”
― Ari Marmell, Hallow Point

“Why write, if this too easy activity of pushing a pen across paper is not given a certain bull-fighting risk and we do not approach dangerous, agile, and two-horned topics?”
― José Ortega y Gasset, On Love: Aspects of a Single Theme

“I must purchase this eunuch from You," she said to Ptah-nem-hotep, Who smiled agreeably. "Are they not delightful?" He asked, and looked at the dark bodies of these five slaves with the same love I had seen my great-grandfather give to a team of matched horses or twin bulls, and indeed, since the slave wore nothing, one could see not only their plump and muscular haunches, but the shiny stump where their testicles had been and this gave them a nice resemblance to geldings.”
― Norman Mailer , Ancient Evenings

“Those who become successful are those who have decided to ‘take the bull by the horns”
― Sunday Adelaja

“Picking up my spoon, I dip it into the broth, making sure to get pieces of the small, fatty meat. I close my eyes and eat my spoonful, marveling at the rich, savory flavors. It's like beef broth, only heartier, and the meat has this really interesting texture. Before I know it, I've devoured half the bowl.
"You like Soup Number Five?"
I look up to see Lola Simeona, the old woman from earlier, standing by my table, watching me. "Oh, yes," I say, patting my mouth with a napkin. "It's delicious! What is this meat? It's like nothing I've ever tasted. And I feel more... energetic already, sort of like I can take on anything." Like Prem.
She smiles knowingly. "Yes, yes, Soup Number Five is magical." After a pause, during which her smile morphs into what I can only be described as a mischievous grin, she says, "The meat is bull testes."
I stare at her for a long moment as her words filter into my brain. I set my spoon down carefully and take a sip of water. "Bull... testes?" I ask in the most neutral way I can.
"Yes! It's an aphrodisiac!" She pats my shoulder and walks off to another table. I think I can hear her cackling.
I look down into my bowl. I just ate a bunch of chopped-up bull balls. For a moment I wonder, in a very detached way (is this what being in medical shock feels like?), if I'm going to throw up. But then the moment passes, and I realize they're really delicious. And Soup No. 5 works. I can feel the potent mixture wending its way through my system, infusing my blood with confidence and desire. I eat another big spoonful.”
― Sandhya Menon, Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love

“It was Lola Simeona who served their bestseller: Soup No. 5 was a horrifying concoction of bull testes and spices, yet still was the best broth this side of the city, a popular meal for the adventurous and for those who prize umami above all. Occasionally a new customer would stagger out, pale and green all at once, because Lola Simeona was never shy about telling them exactly what they were eating, and in great detail. If it tasted good, she liked to say, then why would knowing this change anything?
Lola sold Soup No. 5 regular at nearly all hours, closing at two a.m., only to begin again at nine the next day. Soup No. 5 regular was a picker-upper, a mood brightener. Soup No. 5 regular put people in cheerful temperaments, ready to face the day with optimism- a surprising side effect, given the cantankerous nature of the chef.”
― Rin Chupeco, Hungry Hearts: 13 Tales of Food & Love

“Live and breath like the creatures we admire.”
― Monaristw

“I may seem small, but I’m way too big of a bull to get roped into your bullshit.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“Okay... well... learning the two-step is like learning to ride a bull. It ain't easy. You gotta feel the bull's rhythm and move with it. Let the bull lead you. Alright... put your weight on your left foot." I do as he says, knowing without him needing to further illustrate, that I'm the bull rider and he's the bull.”
― Giorge Leedy, Uninhibited From Lust To Love

“A Bear is always stronger than a bull”
― Mohit Bansal

“You're one to talk about talking crap, Forester." Dunstan's voice interrupts the memory, and I can't help but feel a little grateful. "Accusing my dad of poisoning the swamp? What a bunch of bull."
"It's not bull,"I snarl. "Your dad's dumping trash into the swamp and you know it!"
Dunstan finally loses it and stands up. The boat tilts dangerously. Melanie and the twins shriek, grasping the sides like they're glued to them.
"You two sit down this minute!" Babette bellows. She's holding onto the motor for dear life. Neither of us listens.
"You wanna run that by me again?" Dunstan growls. His fingers curl into fists.
"Your. Dad. Is. Poisoning. The. Swamp." I let each word out slowly like Dunstan's a dumb little kid who needs help understanding.”
― Colleen Boyd, Swamp Angel

“When it comes to established environmental science, President Trump is like a bull in a china shop.”
― Steven Magee

“Man is a bull to man”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Book publishing is like investing and waiting for the stock market to take off, you keep at it in the hope you eventually hit the best seller's list.”
― Steven Magee

“Calling someone a bull beware the horns of a bull.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“Calling someone a bull, beware the horns of a bull.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“In the stock market I made a quote, "to own a profit you need to lose something and to lose you need to have profit to take risks.”
― Akshay Kumar

“I’m way too big of a bull to get roped into your bullshit.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones