In solitude there grows what anyone brings into it, the inner beast too. Therefore solitude is inadvisable to many.
Sleeping on a dragon's hoard with greedy, dragonish thoughts in his heart, he had become a dragon himself.
Insanity is being shit on, beat down, coasting through life in a miserable existence when you have a caged lion locked inside and a key to release it.
Even a man who's pure in heart And says his prayers by night, May become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms And the autumn moon is bright.
In the ring I'm a different animal.
CONTROL MYSELF?!! I'm a MONSTER! Monsters don't control themselves! That's the whole IDEA!
Break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.
I feel that everyone has a Hulk inside, and each of our Hulks is both scary and, potentially, pleasurable. That's the scariest thing about them.
On the surface I'm a mild mannered person, that's until you scratch the animal inside.
In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.
Slice him where you like, a hellhound is always a hellhound.
I think we all have to fight the werewolf within us somehow.
I'm just a bleeping maniac in straight clothing. There's no reason to dress my monster up.
There is a wolf in me... - I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.
We all have a dinosaur deep within us just trying to get out.
Every man has a wild animal in him.
Frederick the Great
Every heart is the lair of a ferocious animal. The greatest wrong that you can put upon a man is to provoke him to let out his beast.
There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab.
And all that weirdness isn't just going on outside. It's in you too, right now, growing in the dark like magic mushrooms. Call it the Thing in the Cellar. Call it the Blow Lunch Factor. Call it the Loony Tunes File. I think of it as my private dinosaur, huge, slimy, and mindless, stumbling around in the stinking swamp of my subconscious, never finding a tar pit big enough to hold it.
I am an animal, my teeth are sharp and my mouth is full, and the passion is strong.
Fancy thinking the Beast was something you could hunt and kill! You knew, didn’t you? I’m part of you? Close, close, close! I’m the reason why it’s no go? Why things are what they are?
Each man carries the vestiges of his birth; the slime and eggshells of his primeval past with him to the end of his days. Some never become human, remaining frog, lizard, ant. Some are human above the waist, fish below.
The ability to elevate those around you is more than simply sharing the ball or making teammates feel a certain level of comfort. It's pushing them to find their inner beast, even if they end up resenting you for it at the time.
Facebook post, October 13, 2012
For an hour or more he was neither human nor vampire, just a howling, hungry creature of dark delights.
Music is good for everybody. They say it soothes the savage beast. Well, I think theirs a beast in all of us. So let's get some more music and soothe all the beasts out there.