'Wild at Heart' simply came out of my journey as a man and then my work with men.
I'm so free-spirited. Everyone has a me inside them: that loud girl that just wanna go, 'Ayyyy!' No matter if you a doctor, a lawyer, a teacher, it comes out.
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.
Every modern male has, lying at the bottom of his psyche, a large, primitive being covered with hair down to his feet. Making contact with this Wild Man is the step the Eighties male or the Nineties male has yet to take. That bucketing-out process has yet to begin in our contemporary culture.
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
Within every woman there is a wild and natural creature, a powerful force, filled with good instincts, passionate creativity, and ageless knowing.
Good to know: Doctors can't cure you of being a beast.
Women always try to tame themselves as they get older, but the ones who look best are often a bit wilder.
I just hope that people, women specifically, embrace that side of themselves that maybe is a little nuts or that society tells us is crazy.
Inside all of us is... hope. Inside all of us is... fear. Inside all of us is... adventure. Inside all of us is a wild thing.
I try to be good but sometimes a person just has to break out and act like the wild and springy thing one used to be. It's impossible not to remember wild an want it back.
Blame it or praise it, there is no denying the wild horse in us.
Wild inside; raging, writhing—yes, "writhing" was the word, writhing with desire. But outwardly he was hopelessly tame; outwardly—baa, baa, baa.
It is in vain to dream of a wildness distant from ourselves. There is none such. It is the bog in our brains and bowels, the primitive vigor of Nature in us, that inspires that dream. I shall never find in the wilds of Labrador a greater wildness than in some recess of Concord.
I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.
Wildness It is perennially within us, dormant as a hard-shelled seed, awaiting the fire or flood that awakes it again.
A familiar name cannot make a man less strange to me. It may be given to a savage who retains in secret his own wild title earnedin the woods. We have a wild savage in us, and a savage name is perchance somewhere recorded as ours.
It was my life — like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.
We are all a tiger with feelings. An elephant who never forgets. We are tiger, panther, monkey - we are all of these things, all of the life rhythms.
I believe that in spite of the chains we bind ourselves with, there's a primordial section of the human psyche that is still nomadic and still yearns to roam free.
