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Shall I compare thee to a Shoggoth?
I can call spirits from the vasty deep.
One who understands wanders among humans as among beasts.
The wolf is the arch type of ravin, the beast of waste and desolation.
This sweetest and best of all creatures, faultless in spite of all her faults.
She looks like a fairy tale, but yet feels so natural (natural, natural, natural)
This one's a beast, but way to wonderful to be compared to an animal
brahmasmi. I am spirit. I am the cosmos. I am everything.
Eye , gazelle, delicate wanderer, Drinker of horizon's fluid line; Ear that suspends on a chord The spirit drinking timelessness; Touch, love, all senses ...
I'm dying to know all about this mystical creature that got you to act human for once.
A little wolf is present in every one of us.
He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.
Swift as a deer. Quiet as a shadow. Fear cuts deeper than swords. Quick as a snake. Calm as still water.
Type of the wise who soar but never roam, True to the kindred points of heaven and home.
There was a Being whom my spirit oft
Met on its visioned wanderings far aloft.
A seraph of Heaven, too gentle to be human,
Veiling beneath that radiant form of woman ...
Wolf! Right here and now!Wolf-- Peter Straub
This beast was not a man, not a lesser faerie. He was one of the High Fae, one of their ruling nobility: beautiful, lethal, and merciless.
You must be swift as the wind, dense as the forest, rapacious as fire, steadfast like a mountain, mysterious as night and mighty as thunder.
I'm a beast, I am, and a Badger what's more. We don't change. We hold on.
I and this mystery here we stand.
Who, with tame cowardice familiar grown, would hear my thoughts, but fear to speak their own.
I, who am I among living creatures?
I to the world am like a drop of water
That in the ocean seeks another drop,
Who, falling there to find his fellow forth,
Unseen, inquisitive, confounds himself.
I am an act of kneading, of uniting and joining that not only has produced both a creature of darkness and a creature of light, but also a creature that questions the definitions of light and dark and gives them new meanings.
What does that make me, when a faery is capable of more humanity than I am?
The most beautiful, the most spirited and the most inspiring creature ever to print foot on the grasses of America.
Man, a hybrid of plant and ghost.
I am the creature you have not seen. I am you. I am me. The echo unforeseen. Sometimes in front, sometimes behind, A constant companion, for we are entwined.
In West African and Caribbean folklores the role falls to Anansi, a spider who sometimes imparts knowledge or wisdom - and sometimes casts doubt or seeds confusion. Eshu,
Incomprehensible spirit , sometimes light , sometimes sea.
I am a willow of the wilderness,
Loving the wind that bent me.
Recognizes ever and anon The breeze of Nature stirring in his soul.
Wee, sleekit, cowrin, tim'rous beastie,
O, what a panic's in thy breastie!
I am a seeker, a poor, sinful creature, there is no weaker than I.
You can be talented as a wolf is breathtakingly fierce ... silver and gray, like smoke in the trees - but what do you do with terrible beauty? ...
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I.
Who are you, Nature?
I live in you;
for fifty years I have been seeking you,
and I have not found you yet.
Oh." Packard steps back. "I didn't come in here for
this."
"I didn't either."
There's this silence where it seems like one of us
ought to utter a sentence that begins with the word yet.
The psychic depths are nature, and nature is creative life.
I am nature, the universal Mother, mistress of all the elements, primordial child of time, sovereign of all things spiritual, queen of the dead, queen of the ocean, queen also of the immortals ...
My God! Who is this creature? It considers itself human.
Who I am finally, if not the long silent part of someone, the secret and nocturnal part which has never betrayed itself in public by any thought, word, or deed, but communicates through subterranean depths of the imaginary with dreams as old as the world itself?
gentle and innocent as wolves
as tricky as a prince
So this is what I am
Pondering his eyes that could not
Conceive that I was a creature to run from
I who have always believed too much in words
I'd lean more toward werewolves. Wolves are cool.
Nature is wilder and stranger than any of the fictions our imagination can create.
In our forests
part divine
and makes her heart palpitate
wild and tame are one. What a delicious Sound!
God is wild; I am tame ... Night falls and an age ends ... We call and are answered through the thick foliage, by voices too strange to be our own ...
That's not who you are," Blythe said.
"Who am I?"
"My little wolf." She traced my jaw, the ridge of my knuckles. "All teeth and claws. Cunning, and fierce, and insatiable.
Fierce wee thing. There's my brave lass.
The lover of nature has the highest art in his soul.
I recognise your body in liana; your expression in the eyes of a frightened gazelle; the beauty of your face in that of the moon, your tresses in the plumage of peacocks... alas! Timid friend- no one object compares to you.
You cannot deny, my dear friend, that there are in existence creatures who are neither man nor beast, but strange unearthly creations, born of the nefarious passions that arise in distorted minds.
There is a monster inside me. And she's beautiful.
A shadow charmer enjoys brotherhood with the creatures of the night. His emotions cannot be manipulated. Nothing escapes his gaze. He hears and comprehends the secret languages of darkness.
There are many wild beasts on land and in the sea, but the beastliest of all is woman.
Hail to thee, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert.
One pits his wits against apparently inscrutable nature, wooing her with ardor but nature is blind justice who cannot recognize personal identity.
He's a gentle giant, harmless and soft, like a teddy bear.
Except deep down, I know he's not.
And when his eyes cut my way, and I see the darkness on the surface, I'm reminded that this man hangs out with monsters.
And one might even exist inside of him.
I can discover nothing in any mere animal but an ingenious machine, to which nature has given senses to wind itself up, and guard, to a certain degree, against everything that might destroy or disorder it.
Woe is me! how high art Thou in the highest, and how deep in the deepest! and Thou never departest, and we scarcely return to Thee.
She's a wolf. Get it right, crap for brains. Tink's knickers, you have got to be the stupidest lunker I've ever lit on.
I am a little world made cunningly.
They all shared a certain coolness, a cruel, mannered charm which was not modern in the least but had the strange cold breath of the ancient world : they were magnificent creatures, such eyes, such hands, such looks - sic oculos, sic ille manus, sic ora ferebat.
...I hid myself between two leaves of sorrel, and there discharged the necessities of nature.
I'm a whisper in water.
I am the guardian of the sleeping fawn; the snow is dear to me; and the moon rising; and the silver sea.
Feeling animalistic. Feeling Hyena. Feeling Wolf. Feeling Dog. I am tongue and heart.
Suddenly I had a flash of insight: I am a monster, I realized, a monster that wants to stalk through the woods, free and alone, and cannot even bear so much as the touch of a branch on its skin.
The individual human is still the creature who can wonder, who can be enchanted by a sonata, who can place symbols together to make poetry to gladden our heart, who can view a sunrise with a sense of majesty and awe.
Thought paceth like a hoary sage, but imagination hath wings as an eagle.
Say, do you know that gorgeous creature over there?
I walk in the realm of the supernatural.
Trusty, dusky, vivid, true,
With eyes of gold and bramble-dew,
Steel-true and blade-straight,
The great artificer made my mate.
There is in my nature, methinks, a singular yearning toward all wildness.
A grunting nocturnal animal, a machine of flesh and blood who wasn't ashamed of himself. But he never found redemption.
I am a wolf that my sister kept in a cage, until her hand was removed.
Face of an angel, voice of a serpent
Some call me nature, others call me Mother Nature. ... How you choose to live each day, whether you regard me or disregard me, doesn't really matter to me. One way or other, your actions will determine your fate, not mine. I am nature. I will go on. I am prepared to evolve. Are you?
I am the forever-seeking.
Hail, mute devil! You are the most intense animal. An eternal mystic of the fleshly inferno ...
Goes like a Magician soona without a wings and soon he will follow his own death like Houdini.
Who has courage to say no again and again to desires, to despise the objects of ambition, who is a whole in himself, smoothed and rounded.
We are not to tell nature what she's gotta be. She's always got better imagination than we have.
I might call him. A thing divine, for nothing natural. I ever saw so noble.
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear!
I am a monster. I am the Son of Sam. I love to hunt.
I am one, my liege,
Whom the vile blows and buffets of the world
Have so incensed that I am reckless what
I do to spite the world.
A hound it was, an enormous coal-black hound, but not such a hound as mortal eyes have ever seen.
I am a weak, ephemeral creature made of mud and dream. But I feel all the powers of the universe whirling within me.
The screaming of the beasts becomes louder. One can no longer distinguish whence in this now quiet silvery landscape it comes; ghostly, invisible, it is everywhere, between heaven and earth it rolls on immeasurably.
Scrawny little mundane bastard.
Ay, that incestuous, that adulterate beast, With witchcraft of his wit, with traitorous gifts- O wicked wit and gifts, that have the power So to seduce!
My soule, poore soule thou talkes of things/ Thou knowest not what, my soule hath sliver wings,/ That mounts me up unto the highest heavens.
I am ... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.
never figured out what sort of animal I was
I am unique, a sheep, intimidating, scared, powerful, beautiful, flawed, and perfect in the same moment.
I am like a bird buried deep in a dark forest of possibility and finding their way by echolocation.
Your nature is the Buddha.
Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die.
POKSI (Physically Okay but Socially Inept)