Deer Quotes

“I ask people why they have deer heads on their walls. They always say because it's such a beautiful animal. There you go. I think my mother is attractive, but I have photographs of her.”
― Ellen DeGeneres

“I love things made out of animals. It's just so funny to think of someone saying, "I need a letter opener. I guess I'll have to kill a deer.”
― David Sedaris

“It's very ugly' I said generously. 'But it looks as though it would laugh at snow. And, if you hit a deer it would hiccup, and keep going.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“Often when I imagine you,
your wholeness cascades into many shapes.
You run like a herd of luminous deer,
and I am dark;
I am forest.”
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke's Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

“Sure, some find gunning down unsuspecting, innocent animals to be a real hoot. I mean, for Christ sake, they mantle the decapitated, formaldehyde-stuffed heads on the wall. Then, of course, there are the people who enjoy putting sunglasses or hats on it, even putting a blowout in its mouth as if it were an avid party animal. If it had any hands, there would surely be a plastic cup full of cheap beer in it, as well. We can’t forget that it would be named some horrendous name, such as Bill or Frank, something so plain, ordinary, and down-right ridiculous that makes me want to bitch-slap the perpetrators. ”
― Chase Brooks

“What do you call yourself?" the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!
"I wish I knew!" thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, "Nothing, just now."
"Think again," it said: "that won't do."
Alice thought, but nothing came of it. "Please, would you tell me what you call yourself?" she said timidly, "I think that might help a little."
"I'll tell you, if you'll come a little further on," the Fawn said. "I can't remember here."
So they walked on together through the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself free from Alice's arms. "I'm a Fawn!" it cried out in a voice of delight. "And dear me, you're a human child!" A sudden look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment it had darted away at full speed.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland / Through the Looking-Glass

“Stupid deer," I said, embarrassed about being startled. "We need a ladder."

"I think they're easier to shoot with a rifle."

"I'm not talking about the deer," I said, hitting Milo on the back of his shoulder. "We need a ladder to look over the wall."

"Or a catapult," Milo said seriously.”
― Obert Skye, Pillage

“A bambiraptor is a savage baby dear.”
― Alan Davies

“Live bold, without fear. This is life amongst the deer.”
― Katelyn S. Bolds

“It is the Lion, not the Deer, that hides in the grass!

तुम शेर हो यक़ीनन ख़ौफ़ खाओगे;
हम हिरण ख़ौफ़ पीछे छोड़ आए हैं”
― Vineet Raj Kapoor

“The first person you fall in love with
will be a deer.”
― Kelli Russell Agodon, Dialogues with Rising Tides

“People sitting all day for hours looking at a glowing light are bound to get ran over like a deer in headlights.”
― Richie Norton

“I will believe anything about deer. Deer, in my opinion, are rats with antlers, roaches with split hooves, denizens of the dark primeval suburbs. Deer intensely suggest New Jersey. One of the densest concentrations of wild deer in the United States inhabits the part of New Jersey that, as it happens, I inhabit, too. Deer like people. They like to be near people. They like beanfields, head lettuce, and anybody’s apples. They like hibiscus, begonias, impatiens, azaleas, rhododendrons, boxwood, and wandering Jews. I once saw a buck with a big eight-point rocking-chair rack looking magnificent as he stood between two tractor-trailers in the Frito-Lay parking lot in New Brunswick, New Jersey. Deer use the sidewalks in the heart of Princeton.”
― John McPhee

“Ducking beneath the low-hanging limbs of giant trees, she churned slowly through thicket for more than a hundred yards, as easy turtles slid from water-logs. A floating mat of duckweed colored the water as green as the leafy ceiling, creating an emerald tunnel. Finally, the trees parted, and she glided into a place of wide sky and reaching grasses, and the sounds of cawing birds. The view a chick gets, she reckoned, when it finally breaks its shell.
Kya tooled along, a tiny speck of a girl in a boat, turning this way and that as endless estuaries branched and braided before her. Keep left at all the turns going out, Jodie had said. She barely touched the throttle, easing the boat through the current, keeping the noise low. As she broke around a stand of reeds, a whitetail doe with last spring's fawn stood lapping water. Their heads jerked up, slinging droplets through the air. Kya didn't stop or they would bolt, a lesson she'd learned from watching wild turkeys: if you act like a predator, they act like prey. Just ignore them, keep going slow. She drifted by, and the deer stood as still as a pine until Kya disappeared beyond the salt grass.”
― Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

“A deer's cry never spooks the tiger.”
― VKBoy, Shambala Sect

“And to make matters worse, the two deer shining the lanterns inside the ambulance’s headlights were tired and explained through an intercom system that would not be working again until the morning.”
― J.S. Mason, The Satyrist...And Other Scintillating Treats

“Fenn, under no circumstances will I ever even consider having sex with a giant six-eyed deer.”

“But you’re thinking of the logistics of it now, aren’t you?” asked Fenn, gently patting my hand.”
― Alexander Wales, Worth the Candle

“Police officers often look like deer caught in the car headlights when they notice the public is video recording them!”
― Steven Magee

“In the mountains they saw deer in the headlights and in the headlights the deer were pale as ghosts and as soundless. They turned their red eyes toward this unreckoned sun and sidled and grouped and leapt the bar ditch by ones and twos. A small doe lost her footing on the macadam and scrabbled wildly and sank onto her hindquarters and rose again and vanished with the others into the chaparral beyond the roadside.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Cities of the Plain

“In calm cold midwinter,
there was a starving hunter,
who lost his way in forest,
and had no food no shelter,
One day he woke of hunger,
and started walking faster,
he walked for miles and miles,
but nothing saw his eyes,
He trembled of an anger,
his hope forever died,
like thirsty bowing flower,
the poor hunter cried,
He started walking further,
then saw a wounded deer,
who lied near the river,
with so much pain to bear.
The deer was also hunted,
by hunter like this man,
her eyes were getting colder,
and filled with so much fear,
The hunter felt so pity,
of what he saw over there,
his sufferings were same as,
of which were of the deer,
And then they died together,
as reached the starving”
― Neymat Khan

“The town was as barren as an empty movie set, the only movement from deer that wandered the boulevards. His eyes skimmed silent streets as he searched for the bed and breakfast. A half-grown fawn, grazing near the side of the road, lifted its head and hurried off to its mother.”
― Danika Stone, The Dark Divide

“The kill can be likened to male orgasm. Sex is traditionally thought to be over when the man has an orgasm, and the hunt is never so decisively over as it is after a successful kill. As a teacher, I impatiently listened to a young man matter-of-factly defend the importance of hunting because he found the experience “orgasmic.” From his point of view, all that mattered was how exciting and wonderful the experience was for him.”
― Lisa Kemmerer, Speaking Up for Animals: An Anthology of Women's Voices

“This was a common routine for the group, whenever they were blessed enough to actually hit a deer, rather than scaring it away. It looked like they would be eating well tonight.”
― Jason Medina, The Manhattanville Incident: An Undead Novel

“A lot of webinars want us deer to become lions.”
― Vineet Raj Kapoor

“Ten wolves attack a herd of a thousand deer and get what they want, whereas if a thousand deer did not run away and went on ten wolves, they would crush all the wolves! This is exactly what is happening in many countries in the world, tens of thousands of people who do not know their true strength are looking for a hole to escape from ten stupid political wolves!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“If you had had to live in the backwoods as I did – in the days when backwoods were really backwoods,” answered his father. “you’d know that a deer is the deadliest and most dangerous brute anywhere in this part of the country. They’ve got soft eyes and they’re nice to look at. But they’re devils, at heart, every one of them. I’d rather take my chances with a wounded bear than with a wounded deer. Any expert hunter would.”
― Albert Payson Terhune, My Friend the Dog

“The two deer ran for the sheer joy of running, flashes of sunlight gleaming on their flanks and their white tails, the otherwise invisible and dark shapes moving at unbelievable speed through the forest. Smaller animals dashed and dipped out of their way. A still-sleepy bear, the only creature in the forest close to them in size, watched them go and wondered at the calories they were expending for no reason. Small foraging flocks of birds exploded up out of trees as they passed, chickadees and nuthatches and titmice exclaiming in irritation and amusement.”
― Elizabeth Lim, A Twisted Tale Anthology

“Guardian Of The Forest by Stewart Stafford

Follow the stag, a voice whispered,
For he is the guardian of the forest,
Fleeing danger to well-worn tracks,
Rejuvenating stream water sheen.

Pulchritudinous spiked crown atop,
Surveying all subjects of his realm,
From snow-capped ermine peaks,
Defying resistance of challengers.

Hunters inch closer to their quarry,
In bloodlust desecration, blinded,
To the martyred immortal nobility,
Soaring to the Heavens in rebirth.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“His antlers trace celestial arcs in the misty dawn, a kaleidoscope of shapes that play with the first timid rays of light.”
― David Passarelli, Mountain poems: Musings on stone, forest, and snow

“Deer to JCBs: Bro, you have reverse gear, right?
Use it.

JCB: #NotToday”
― Dipti Dhakul,