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Stilled legendary depth: It was as deep as England. It held Pike too immense to stir, so immense and old That past nightfall I dared not cast.
There are high places that don't invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take ... I'm giddy with thinking where thinking can't stick.
No Names
Even in climes/without snow/one cannot go/foward sometimes./Things test you./You are part of/the Donners or/part of the rescue:/a muleteer in/earflaps; a/formerly hearty/Midwestern farmer/perhaps. Both/parties trapped/within sight/of the pass.
What is beyond the mind, has no boundary, In it our senses end.
My true Self is free. I cannot be contained.
My soul is not contained within the limits of my body; my body is contained within the limitlessness of my soul.
Inner space is the real frontier.
Soulless. Banished. But never forgotten.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable.
Me this uncharted freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance desires, My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.
So he's tame,' said Estienne, and reached out tentatively, as though to pat a wild animal.
It was a question of which part of the animal he was patting. Damen cknocked his hand away. Estienne gave a yelp and snatched his hand back, nursing it against his chest.
'No that tame,' said Laurent.
He was bound inside this body, trapped, an airborne being caged. In
Remember, our kind protects you Normals from the Pures. We are the rope tied between man and super-beast. A rope forever dangling from the precipice.
I tap Zetania's shoulder and ask, "What's a precipice?"
"A cliff's edge," she whispers.
Precipice. Must be a French word.
A boundless continent, Dark, waste, and wild, under the frown of night Starless expos'd.
Christ, don't you ever knock?
It's Lassiter. L-A-S-S-I-T-E-R. How is it possible you're still getting me confused with someone else? Do I need a nametag?
Reaching and reached. Cassia
I am restless. I am athirst for faraway things. My soul goes out in a longing to touch the skirt of the dim distance. O Great Beyond, O the keen call of thy flute! I forget, I ever forget, that I have no wings to fly, that I am bound in this spot evermore.
If you dare declare that you are free, free you are this moment. If you say you are bound, bound you will remain.
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou build thy dark, Deep-founded habitation. Shake not thy roofs, Nor bend thy pillars with thine iron car.
There are a thousand ways of inhabiting it, but the aether, that in-between, is always what it is; and ghosts, spirits, the souls of lucid dreamers squeeze past each other in complex asomatic ecology. Who better to close in on Wati the bodiless subversive than bodiless forces of the law?
The dark, cold grasp you took on me, has tangled me completely
Shore of the lake, at the distance of rather more than a league
Rhine. The river that, somewhere out there, has broken free.
Wild to hold, though I seem tame.
Body and soul: a horse harnessed beside an ox.
An individual is an encloser. Time and space, liberty and necessity, truth and thought, are left at large no longer.
I have never been contained except I made the prison.
All his life there was only one thing Lec was allowed to believe. It had surrounded him, cocooned him, constricted him with the same stifling softness as the layers of insulation around him now. For the first time in his life, Lev feels those bounds around his soul begin to loosen.
The mind travels more freely on this limitless expanse, the contemplation of which elevates the soul, gives ideas of the infinite, the idea?
Tired of all who come with words, words but no language
I went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words.
The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!
I come across the marks of roe-deer's hooves in the snow.
Language, but no words.
I have no limits! I cannot be contained because I'm the container.
a creature of impulse.
The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks
And far beyond the discords of the wind.
In advance of the dogs, on wide snowshoes, toiled a man. At the rear of the sled toiled a second man. On the sled, in the box, lay a third man whose toil was over - a man whom the Wild had conquered and beaten down until he would never move nor struggle again.
Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.
Man inhabits a realm half in and half out of nature, his mind reaching forever beyond the tool, the uniformity, the law, into some realm which is that of the mind alone.
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Lassiter had been the wild card, and he had not lasted. Distracted by physical yearnings, he had gotten into epic trouble and been banished, lost to a destiny and destination of which Colin was only vaguely aware.
I want the following word: splendor, splendor is fruit in all its succulence, fruit without sadness. I want vast distances. My savage intuition of myself.
Where are we? -Braeden
In the deepest part of your mind, where Carden can never find you. It's the goodness you've developed despite everything, the kindness and love you're capable of even though you were born to kill. Hide here with me, and he'll never find us. -Kara
If I have the courage to acknowledge my limits and embrace them, I can experience enormous freedom. If I lack this courage, I will be imprisoned by them.
His suave loins of darkness, dark-clad and suave
into the quiet dark
[T]o a limited being its limited understanding is not felt to be a limitation; on the contrary, it is perfectly happy and contented with this understanding[.]
Aelin of the wildfire.
Hannah, as if she understood her place in the cosmos, grew from quiet infant to watchful child: a child fond of nooks and corners, who curled up in closets, behind sofas, under da<>ng>ngng>li<>ng>ngng> tablecloths, stayi<>ng>ngng> out of sight as well as out of mind, to ensure the terrain of the family did not cha<>ng>ngng>e.
You are not enclosed within your bodies, nor confined to houses or fields. That which is you dwells above the mountain and roves with the wind ...
Everything that I bear within me bound, is to be found somewhere else free.
So here we are once more in the wilds, and once more we've come upon some out of the way corner. But what a wilderness, and what an out of the way corner!
Infinity is a dark illimitable ocean, without bound.
What Great Beast will have their solitude pierced by your grasping little voices?
Who has searched or sought
All the unexplored and spacious
Universe of thought?
Who, in his own skill confiding,
Shall with rule and line
Mark the border-land dividing
Human and divine?
The Assassin the midst the deadly druid
Fury the shattering
Where'er I roam, whatever realms to see,
My heart untravelled, fondly turns to thee;
Still to my brother turns, with ceaseless pain,
And drags at each remove a lengthening chain.
Eyes darker than a midnight lake penetrate my thoughts with their intensity, and a big hand warmly covers mine
By a route obscure and lonely Haunted by ill angels only, Where an eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule
From a wild, weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of SPACE, out of TIME.
This is how looseLoose-- Gary Keller
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
Pure-limbed, white-canopied, one-wheeled, the cart roles on. See him that cometh: faultless, stream-cutter, bondless he.
Leash: n, a means by which animals, formerly running wild, are prevented from running tame, also.
Exceeds man's might: that dwells with the gods above.
How the hell did you get to the cloister and back so fast?"
"I have a moose."
"A moose."
"Yeah, you know, big deer looking thing, likes water... antlers, well, not this moose, Una's female."
"I want a moose," Brede mumbled.
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
This wolf-woman Self must have freedom to move, to speak, to be angry, and to create.
Above us our palace waits, the only one I've ever needed. Its walls are space, its floor is sky, its center everywhere. We rise; the shapes cluster around us in welcome, dissolving and forming again like fireflies in a summer evening.
Lansens is a willing storyteller ... As a writer, she desires a particular kind of reader, one who wants above all to be transported
who might sit at her knee, the hearth.
A fair feeld ful of folk fond I ther bitwene -Of alle manere of men, the meene and the riche,Werchynge and wandrynge as the world asketh.
What is thine is mine, and all mine is thine.
The long horizon, the lunging, clotted sea like a swinging door opening, closing, opening.
Look deep into my soul than what stretches the fabric of my clothes
It's going to be legen ... wait for it ... and I hope you're not lactose-intolerant cause the second half of that word is ... dairy!
Imagination, however high it flies,
Falls short, however hard it tries.
But spirits fit to see deeply invest
In what is boundless a boundless trust.
In the one who is bound
freedom will be found.
Live again, Darkness,
come out of the light.
You are yoked with a lamb,
That carries anger as the flint bears fire;
Who, much enforced, shows a hasty spank,
And straight is cold again.
Earthbound, we dream of wings, we are both house and wide-open window.
Like world describers before me, those mapmakers in the seventeenth centure, I had laid down my first faintly drawn border. With that one tentative mark, my world expanded by a few freeing degrees.
This that is tormented and very tired,
tortured with restraints like a madman,
this heart.
Sixth comes Saraneth, also known as the Binder. Saraneth speaks with the deep voice of power, shackling the Dead to the wielder's will.
Millennia of servitude, Abhorsen. Chained by trickery, treachery ... captivenin a repulsive, fixed-flesh shape ... but there will be payment, slow payment - not quick, not quick at all!
A body 'as to move gentle an' speak low when wild things is about.
You're only limited by your thoughts. You're limitless, boundless, endless and edgeless.
The Thin Man
I indulge myself
In rich refusals.
Nothing suffices.
I hone myself to
This edge. Asleep, I
Am a horizon.
To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;
He fills, He bounds, connects and equals all!
Wert thou as far
As that vast shore washed with the farthest sea,
I would adventure for such merchandise.
When you gentlemen come to stand at the Boundary between the Settl'd and the Unpossess'd, just about to enter the Deep Woods, you will recognize the Sensation ...
Far out of sight forever stands the sea,
Bounding the land with pale tranquillity.
A thing named is a thing tamed.
He has a gentle voice and a quiet manner, but behind his twinkling blue eyes there lurks a capacity for furious wrath and implacable resolution, the more dangerous because they are held in leash.
MOOSEN!!!!!!! There many MOOSEN in the WOODSEN! MANY MUCH MOOSEN! The Meisin wanted and the MOOSEN and ...
For I am bound with fleshly bands,
Joy, beauty, lie beyond my scope;
I strain my heart, I stretch my hands,
And catch at hope.
The courier of wolves the daughter the dance.
Hopeless.
Betrayal.
Forbidden.
Departure.
I bear the dungeon within me; within me is winter, ice, and despair; I have darkness in my soul.
We are all bound thither; we are hastening to the same common goal. Black death calls all things under the sway of its laws.
[Lat., Tendimus huc omnes; metam properamus ad unam. Omnia sub leges mors vocat atra suas.]
This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse.
In overstepping our limitations, in touching the extreme boundaries of man's world, we have come to know something of its true splendor,
The monks' response was to climb into their curraghs and row off toward Greenland. They were drawn across the storm-racked ocean, drawn west past the edge of the known world, by nothing more than a hunger of the spirit, a yearning of such queer intensity that it beggars the modern imagination.
(Who Did No Harm to No Man all the Dais of Her Life. Reader, Can You Say Lykewise?).
That wild beast which lives in man and does not dare to show itself until the barriers of law and custom have been removed, was now set free.
Dare to conquer your soul.