Top 100 Love Her Wild Quotes
#1. THE
HARDEST
STEP
WE ALL
MUST TAKE
IS TO BLINDLY
TRUST IN
WHO WE ARE.
- ATTICUS
Atticus Poetry
#2. This time when she picked up her paints, she didn't think, she just painted. It was like opening the door onto a storm. The canvas was her doorway and the paint all the thunder and lightning, the wild pain-filled sky caught inside her.
Michelle Frost
#3. And the stars blinked
as they watched her carefully
jealous of the way she shone.
Atticus Poetry
#4. We were strange in love
her and I
too wild to last
too rare to die.
Atticus Poetry
#5. If you'd only met her in Gotham, for instance, I should have had a song all ready for you. When you came in, I was just perfecting a little song about a wild woman of Gotham, who made love to young men and then shot 'em - till
Leslie Charteris
#6. Drugs
to me
have always been
a pretty girl
with a sly smile
beckoning me
with a finger
down the dark path
of a fork in the road.
Atticus Poetry
#7. I'll let you into my heart
but wipe your feet at the door.
Atticus Poetry
#8. Poetry, is a life long war waged
against ineffable beauty.
Atticus Poetry
#9. She was able to feel active creation going on around her in the rocks and hills, where the mystery of lust took place; and in herself, where all was yet only the night of senses and wild dreams, the work of passion going on.
Christina Stead
#10. The wind from the Caribbean blew in the windows along with the racket made by the birds, and Fermina Daza felt in her blood the wild beating of her free will.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#12. What
a strange
world.
We
trade our days
for things.
Atticus Poetry
#14. This girl is magic. She's wild incantations. She's that spark that lit me back to life and I'm burning for her.
Rebecca Paula
#15. She was cool -
the whole world
seemed
to spin around her
in smooth jazz.
Atticus Poetry
#16. She returned to him, pressed his cheeks in her hands. "My eccentric old man, thinking you could fly."
"This time, only my words will fly," he said solemnly. They both cracked up. Almost twenty years together and if blazing heat had turned to warmth, humor, it was less wild but easier to sustain.
Lauren Groff
#17. Everything about Jocelyn had been ordinary. A Norman Rockwell painting of mom, dad, one boy, one girl. Scott was her wild storm, her great American novel, her epic story. Every extraordinary moment she experienced was because of him.
Jessica Shook
#18. Come, my darling,
it is never too late
to begin
our love again.
Atticus Poetry
#19. Reagan has won over my undying love, but I'm willing to date around while she sows her wild oats.
K.A. Tucker
#21. I love her and she loves me, and we hate each other with a wild hatred born of love.
August Strindberg
#24. We humans
are so tortured
by not properly guessing
what will make us happy.
Atticus Poetry
#25. She had just enough madness to make her interesting
Atticus Poetry
#27. I'm nothing to you, am I' Peter said once in a particularly intense arguement about where to find wild turnips. To these kinds of accusations, Tiger Lily would reply that he was trying to make her into his little chicken, and that she would never be anyone's 'little obedient chicken
Jodi Lynn Anderson
#28. She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue.
Atticus Poetry
#30. She had wild eyes, slightly insane. She also carried an overload of compassion that was real enough and which obviously cost her something.
Charles Bukowski
#31. LOVE
COULD
BE
LABLED
POISON
AND WE'D
DRINK
IT
ANYWAYS.
Atticus Poetry
#32. She sat in her perfect house,
with her perfect husband,
wishing that her perfect life
would end.
Atticus Poetry
#33. I think it's beautiful
the way you sparkle
when you talk about
the things you love.
Atticus Poetry
#34. I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it's these things I'd believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn't all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.
F Scott Fitzgerald
#35. She was everything real in a world of make-believe.
Atticus Poetry
#36. I let her go
because I knew she could do better
and now she's gone
I wonder
if I should've
just been better.
Atticus Poetry
#37. I have no idea why, but I'm grinning back at her. This temperamental, wild creature in front of me who has the nerve to put me in my place.
A. Zavarelli
#38. What's that supposed to mean, 'a passin' hunger?' I ATE my fuckin' girlfriend! An' we ain't talkin' little fuckin' love bites or a bit of a chew - I went wild kingdom on her ass! It was like a pig pickin' after fuckin' Lent-FUCK!
E.V. Iverson
#39. Groaning, he gripped his fists in the wild stuff. "Contessa.God, Contessa."
She straightened, changing the angle, changing the pleasure. She shook her hair back and undulated. She was a contessa.A princess.No,a queen.
Christie Ridgway
#40. You deserve to be the person you were meant to be.
Atticus Poetry
#41. THE RIGHT
POEM
FINDS
US
EXACTLY
WHEN IT
NEEDS TO.
- ATTICUS
Atticus Poetry
#43. You know who you are, he said-
that intimidates boys but oneday a man will come along and value that exact part in you.
- Wise words from my best friend.
Nikki Rowe
#44. Sometimes
I want a quiet life
other times
I want to go
a little bit
fucking Gatsby.
Atticus Poetry
#45. She'd always thought she was sensible about romance: she hadn't ever wanted any sort of wild destructive passion that would interfere with college applications. She had thought love would change the story she told about herself too much, that love would make her story less smart or less meaningful.
Sarah Rees Brennan
#46. In a wild leap that made her feel as though she'd left her body, she thought, It doesn't really matter who you settle on to love, finally, providing you both deserve it.
Patricia Henley
#47. You and I
will be
lost and found
a thousand times
along this
cobbled
road of us.
Atticus Poetry
#48. She walked
through her life
heavy
from the
mighty wings
upon her back.
Atticus Poetry
#49. Art takes time -
Monet grew his gardens
before he painted them.
Atticus Poetry
#51. No one had ever called her wild before. She wanted to be wild now, for him. Wild seemed more enticing then a bowl of berries.
Shannon Hale
#53. She would follow, her dream of love, the dictates of her heart that told her he was her all in all, the only man in all the world for her for love was the master guide. Come what might she would be wild, untrammelled, free.
James Joyce
#54. There's too much risk in loving,'
the young boy said,
'no,'
said the old man,
'there's too much risk in not.
Atticus Poetry
#55. The Love of Europa: She called herself Europa. She was wild in her wandering, a drop of free water. She believed only in her life and in her dreams. She called herself Europa, and her god was Beauty.
Roman Payne
#56. What was it about that short creature with her wild hair and spurious air of purity and why would anyone much less two men love her and to such disastrous ends.
Anna Godbersen
#58. When it comes to love
we are primates breaking sticks
while pointing to our hearts.
Atticus Poetry
#59. Watch carefully
the magic that occurs
when you give a person
enough comfort
to just be themselves.
Atticus Poetry
#60. I have seen your
darkest nights
and brightest days
and I want you to know
that I will be here
forever
loving you
in dusk.
Atticus Poetry
#61. Brushing a girl's hair
behind her ear
once a day
will solve more problems
than all those
therapists
and drugs.
Atticus Poetry
#62. Princesa came to rancho one day after her owner no want her. Says too much horse for him, too wild. But he's wrong. She's not wild, she's spirited. 'Wild' means 'I no care about what I do.' But 'spirited' means, 'I love what I do.' Big difference.
Stacey Lee
#63. We are all born free
and spend a lifetime
becoming slaves
to our own
false truths.
Atticus Poetry
#64. Tessa rolled over, burying her face in her pillow. For so many years she had wondered what her first kiss would be like-if he would be handsome, if he would love her, if he would be kind. She had never imagined that the kiss would be so brief and wild. Or that it would taste of holy water and blood.
Cassandra Clare
#65. Her love is rare but she'll keep you wild.
Nikki Rowe
#66. Sex and love went together like bad boys and leather, and with Ryder, she couldn't do one without the other. She could lie to herself and say she just wanted one last night of wild sex, but her heart would surely follow her body.
Cindy Skaggs
#68. I aspire to be
an old man
with an old wife
laughing at old jokes
from a wild youth.
Atticus Poetry
#69. A few drinks and the world was hers -
she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.
Atticus Poetry
#70. True art
comes
from flying
with the madness
so close
you burn
your eyelashes.
Atticus Poetry
#71. She was too busy wishing
on shooting stars
to see the dreams
come true around her.
Atticus Poetry
#72. Kind, reasonable, thoughtful. It wasn't 'love' or an admission of wild, passionate feelings, but he realized he liked her three words more. 'Love' would have been easy, another easy lie in a long line of lies. 'Love' would be easy to dismiss.
Amy Tintera
#73. She was afraid of heights
but she was
much more afraid
of never flying.
Atticus Poetry
#74. Any real, beautiful thing in this world shouldn't be tamed or claimed or broken. It should be allowed to be, worked with, not against, appreciated. Don't be afraid of the wild she has left. It makes her special.
Carly Kade
#75. A sky
full
of stars
and he
was staring
at her.
- ATTICUS
Atticus Poetry
#76. Ah! my poor Bahorel, she is a superb girl, very literary, with tiny feet, little hands, she dresses well, and is white and dimpled, with the eyes of a fortune-teller. I am wild over her.
Victor Hugo
#77. We are made of all those who have built and broken us.
Atticus Poetry
#78. Don't ask her to be a rock
for you to lean upon
instead, build her wings
and point her to the sky
and she will teach you both to fly.
Atticus Poetry
#79. She is unapologetic
She is wild with her heart
She is free
She is art
Though some can't figure her out
She's an incredible mess
That's just how she likes it.
Jasmine Sandozz
#81. Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.
Atticus Poetry
#83. She found herself
over a long
and treacherous road
and the more
treacherous
the road became,
the more of
herself
she found.
Atticus Poetry
#84. It was never the way she looked
always the way she was
I would have fallen in love with her
with my eyes closed.
Atticus Poetry
#87. We grew in age - and love - together
Roaming the forest, and the wild;
My breast her shield in wintry weather -
And, when the friendly sunshine smil'd,
And she would mark the opening skies,
I saw no Heaven - but in her eyes.
Edgar Allan Poe
#88. I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFE
AND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
Atticus Poetry
#90. LIFE IS
A JOURNEY
TO FIND
THE
PEOPLE
WEIRD
LIKE YOU.
- ATTICUS
Atticus Poetry
#91. As he took her hand
he gave her
all she had been
waiting for--
a shiver
down her spine.
Atticus Poetry
#94. I hid my love when young till I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;
I hid my life to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light:
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place;
Where'er I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my love good-bye.
John Clare
#95. Put a girl in
moonlight
and tell only truths
and every man
becomes a poet.
Atticus Poetry
#96. The beautiful thing
about young love
is the truth
in our hearts
that it will last forever.
Atticus Poetry
#97. He didn't smile. He cupped her face with both hands. An emotion tugged at his expression, a dark awe, the kind saved for a wild storm that rends the sky but doesn't ravage your existence, doesn't destroy every thing you love. The one that lets you feel saved.
Marie Rutkoski
#98. She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
Atticus Poetry
#99. There is nothing
prettier in the
whole wide world
than a girl
in love
with every breath she takes.
Atticus Poetry
#100. That was her magic -
she could still see
the sunset
even on those
darkest days.
Atticus Poetry
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