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“My wild spirit is my deepest truth, my greatest expression and my highest love. It cannot be contained. It defies rules and explanations and logic. I embrace my untamed spirit and unleash her into a world that is meant to be filled with joy and love and laughter. I feel the wind in my hair, lift my gaze to the sky, raise my arms and invite the thunder. I remember how great it feels to be exposed and wildly alive.”
― Adrienne Enns, Intentional Days: Creating Your Life on Purpose

“I knew that I never wanted to stop walking; I wanted to see places and somehow understand what this thing called earth was all about. There were so many people out there, and I had to meet them. I felt safe and at home on the roads to nowhere, I felt welcome and protected in the unknown land and I fell in love with the people around me. They were so very similar and still so very different from me. I felt their souls connect to my own, and I knew no greater feeling could ever be given to me.”
― Meara O'Hara, The Wanderess and her Suitcase

“He was wild, like her, with the kind of profile sculptors liked to cast in bronze: a fiery young god chiseled from the elements. Even in moments of icy repose, she could sense that menace clawing just beneath the surface. The knowledge of its presence drew her, even as she knew that it should have repelled.”
― Nenia Campbell, Dragon Queen

“If the witches wanted a beast, she’d give them teeth and claws.

She just hoped that they were ready to bleed for it.”
― Nenia Campbell, Dragon Queen

“She's the type of magic, you were taught not to believe in.
There isn't a reference for wild women like her, fierce and fragile, all in or completely out. There's never in between.”
― Nikki rowe

“There was a memory of how beautiful, how wild, how colourful, how adventurous and how wonderful this big world was.”
― Meara O'Hara, The Wanderess and her Suitcase

“Life became colourful and wild as Ada danced through night and day. She danced so fiercely that she forgot what day it was or even her own name.”
― Meara O'Hara, The Wanderess and her Suitcase

“I left something behind in the heat and the vastness of this continent, and I was reborn as something I knew I had always been: a wanderess.”
― Meara O'Hara, The Wanderess and her Suitcase

“I suddenly felt the weight lift off my shoulders as the whole world seemed wild and wonderful. I closed my eyes, holding my breath, trying to hold onto the moment. I wanted to forget that it wouldn't last forever. I wanted to forget that I couldn't be the wind. I wanted to forget that when the car stopped, I would be me and he would be him again.”
― Meara O'Hara, The Wanderess and her Suitcase

“Yet at the same time I want to untether my heart, toss it up into the sky and let it take wing. There's a wildness here that, if nothing else, holds promise, possibility. Who needs society? What has it ever done for us?”
― Hester Fox, The Witch of Willow Hall

“In some ways it began when I heard her singing
her voice twinning with my own
Her Voice was like a portrait of her soul
Wild as a fire, sharp as a shattered glass
Sweet and clean as clover”
― Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind

“You are crying for freedom because you have allowed your temper to go wild.”
― Mwanandeke Kindembo

“In life, there are brief and momentary opportunities that ask us to assert our existence. Although a creative impulse, they can be destructive, because they make us veer away from our normal patterns and habits. Life is compelling us to take these small acts of rebellion so we can go beyond the edges of ourselves, and by doing so, we end up rediscovering ourselves. These moments are a great reminder that, like all other animals, we are, and will always be, wild.”
― Kamand Kojouri

“My wild is yours”
― J.WOLF

“I was driven because I wanted to be like others.
I was afraid of what was wild and indecent in me.”
― CzesÅ‚aw MiÅ‚osz

“Travel is oxygen.”
― Richie Norton

“She had a savage, restless sort of beauty to her; I could imagine her attacking a human, too. But the rest of them? They were silent, beautiful ghosts in the woods.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“I think that there’s some thread of stubbornness that runs within us that says that the greater the tragedy the less we are willing to let it stand. And that’s one reason why I believe in our ability to take the tragedy of a world gone astray and knock the legs out from under it.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“I am a wolverine trapped inside of a damaged human body.”
― Steven Magee

“And I tremble from head to toe. And I look up at him and the wild look in his eye.”
― Sarah Mussi, Breakdown

“I wish I could stop trying to tame the wild God”
― Jaco Strydom

“Stepping outside, all finished, gold porchlight kissed my forehead. The animated nighttime island was a concrete jungle wild with promise, and around any cobblestone corner my big break might exist, disguised as a simple café, waiting for me to open the door.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“The urban-rural, human-natural dichotomy blinds us to the deeper unity beneath our own divided perceptions. If we concentrate our attention solely upon the city, seeing in it the ultimate symbol of “man’sâ€� conquest of “natureâ€�, we miss the extent to which the city’s inhabitants continue to rely as much on the nonhuman world as they do on each other â€� we also wall ourselves off from the broader ecosystems which contain our urban homes. Deep ecology to the contrary, we cannot solve this dilemma by seeking permanent escape from the city in a “wildâ€� nature untouched by human hands, for such an escape requires us to build the same artificial mental wall between nature and un-nature. We fail to see that our own flight from “the cityâ€� creates “the wildâ€� as its symbolic opposite and pulls that seemingly most nature of places into our own cultural orbit. We alter it with our presence, and even with the ways we think about it. Just as our own lives continue to be embedded in a web of ‘naturalâ€� relationships, nothing in nature remains untouched by the web of ‘humanâ€� relationships that constitute our common history.”
― William Cronon, Nature's Metropolis: Chicago and the Great West

“Always let life be wild. Forever have life be interesting.”
― Adrienne Posey

“In wildness is the preservation of the world," Thoreau once wrote; a century later, when many of the wild places are no more, Wendell Berry has proposed this necessary corollary: "In human culture is the preservation of wildness.”
― Michael Pollan, The Botany of Desire: A Plant's-Eye View of the World

“I must live wildly.”
― Adrienne Posey

“I'm not afraid of you," she said.
She didn't look afraid of me. She looked beautiful, moonlit, tempting, smelling of peppermint and soap and skin. I'd spent eleven years watching the rest of my pack become animals, pushing down my instincts, controlling myself, fighting to stay human, fighting to do the right thing.
As if reading my thoughts, she said, "Can you tell me it's only the wolf in you that wants to kiss me?"
All of me wanted to kiss her hard enough to make me disappear.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Umbes 1902. aastast kulges piki raudteed Kisumuni ka telegraafiliin või vähemalt oli seda nii kavatsetud. Postid seisid püsti ja isegi traadid olid paigas, aga ninasarvikud tavatsesid sensuaalses ja sadistlikus naudingus oma tohutut keret telegraafipostide vastu nühkida ja ükski endast lugupidav ei suutnud panna vastu kiusatusele traatidel rippuda. Sageli pidas kaelkirjakute kari otstarbekaks otse üle raudteerööbaste minna, kuid ei langenud eales nii madalale, et oleksid kummardunud õhku tõmmatud traatide ees, mis kuulutasid valge mehe õigust nende karjamaadele. Selletõttu jäid paljud Mombasast Kisumusse või vastupidises suunas liikuvad telegrammid saabumata, nende saladuslikud punktid ja kriipsud hangusid kuldsetesse traadivanikutesse, mis ühte või teist Aafrika pikimatest kaeltest ehtisid.”
― Beryl Markham, West with the Night

“Wild living leads wrong doing.”
― Lailah Gifty Akita

“Go call him back,â€� pleaded Joe. “He will stay for your sake.â€�

She whispered: “I would rather call back the wild geese who flew across the moon. And they are only beautiful when they are wild!�

“But you’ve lost him, Kate, don’t you understand?�

“The wild geese fly north again in spring,� said Buck, “and he’ll—�

“Hush!� she said. “Listen!�

Far off, above the rushing of the wind, they heard the weird whistling, a thrilling and unearthly music. It was sad with the beauty of the night. It was joyous with the exultation of the wind. It might have been the voice of some god who rode the northern storm south, south after the wild geese, south with the untamed.”
― Max Brand, The Untamed