Savage Quotes

“It was a strange monster, for beneath its exterior it was frightened and sickened by its own violence. It chastised itself for its savagery. And sometimes it had no heart for violence and rebelled against it utterly.”
― Kristin Cashore, Graceling

“Civilize The Mind, But Make Savage The Body.”
― Ancient Chinese Proverb

“This was not going to be a peaceful day. No. It was going to be a mess.”
― Andri E. Elia, Yildun: Worldmaker of Yand

“When this is done, Jerkface, I will hold your tarnished and melted pin up as my trophy as your smoldering ship marks your pyre, and the final resting place of your crushed and broken corpse!"
- Spensa, pg. 64”
― Brandon Sanderson, Skyward

“Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon!”
― William Shakespeare, Timon of Athens

“...how's your leg?”
― Joe Abercrombie, The Wisdom of Crowds

“It be urged that the wild and uncultivated tree, hitherto yielding sour and bitter fruit only, can never be made to yield better; yet we know that the grafting art implants a new tree on the savage stock, producing what is most estimable in kind and degree. Education, in like manner, engrafts a new man on the native stock, and improves what in his nature was vicious and perverse into qualities of virtue and social worth.”
― Thomas Jefferson

“A man cannot destroy the savage in him by denying its impulses. The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.”
― Robert Louis Stevenson, The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde / Juggernaut

“It was a stick-figure drawing. Two people holding hands. A thin man in black and a girl, half his height with short hair, and wide eyes. The stick-girl’s head was cocked slightly, and a small red spot marked her arm. Three similar spots, no bigger than periods, dotted the stick-man’s chest. The stick-man’s mouth was nothing more than a faint grim line.
Beneath the drawing ran a single sentence: I made a friend.
Victor.

“You okay?”
Eli blinked, felt the cop’s hand on his arm. He slid free, folded the paper, and put it in his pocket before anyone could see or say otherwise…Eli went back the way he’d come. He didn’t stop, not until he was safely in his car. In the relative privacy of the side street in Merit, he pressed his hand against the drawing in his pocket, and a phantom pain started in his stomach.”
― V.E. Schwab, Vicious

“We are all born with the need to survive a world that seeks to kill us, every day. A place of savage motives.”
― Ram V., These Savage Shores

“Johann grinned. "Right. So what's the prognosis, sweetheart?”
― Jennifer Giesbrecht, The Monster of Elendhaven

“Now there is this noteworthy difference between savage and civilized; that while a sick, civilized man may be six months convalescing, generally speaking, a sick savage is almost half-well again in a day. So in good time my Queequeg gained strength; and at length after sitting on the windlass for a few indolent days (but eating with a vigorous appetite) he suddenly leaped to his feet, threw out his arms and legs, gave himself a good stretching, yawned a little bit, and then springing into the head of his hoisted boat, and poising a harpoon, pronounced himself fit for a fight.”
― Herman Melville

“The hard days reveal for you the souls of three kinds of human beings, loyal enemies, savages.”
― Kamaran Ihsan Salih

“Before I die, I have my enemies to punish and, who knows? – perhaps a few friends to reward.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo

“Dad taught me that people fear you when they can’t figure you out. They respect you, fawn over the merest hint of your attention, and grovel at the weight of your authority.”
― Rina Kent, God of War

“If you were not my father, O ever-living Tisroc,” said the Prince, grinding his teeth, “I should say that was the word of a coward.”
“And if you were not my son, O most inflammable Rabadash,” replied his father, “your life would be short and your death slow when you had said it.”
― C.S. Lewis, The Horse and His Boy

“I will minimize your place in my life till your absence is no longer an issue.”
― Samantha King Holmes, We Hope This Reaches You in Time

“Shrovetides, May Days, Carnivals - these permitted a direct experience of the animal otherness underlying personal and social identity.”
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception & Heaven and Hell

“If that person, whose attention you are dying for, neglects you totally, there can be nothing more torturous than this. It can frustrate you to a level, that may turn you into a savage or a saint.”
― Ravi Ranjan Goswami

“But in the mood d1sorders, uni- and bipolar, we see a return to more primitive, primary process ruminating without the loss of adult cognitive rules. Major depression is a return to a primitive hibernation state without the wholesale collapse in logical processes that we see in schizophrenia. It shifts the usual thought pattern from secondary to primary process thinking, the embattled autopilot of the past six million years or so. If happiness is a modern invention, depressives return to the affective state of the hibernating cave dweller. Mania, on the other hand, is a desperate flight from dreaded depression and encapsulates the level of primitivity imposed by it.”
― Steven Lesk M.D., Footprints of Schizophrenia: The Evolutionary Roots of Mental Illness

“You may have lived longer than me, but I might have understood life far better than you.”
― aries__nia

“She was kissing you, yet her eyes where on me”-Cardan, Cruel Prince”
― Holly Black, The Cruel Prince

“You wanted danger? Baby, you crawled into the lion’s den. And I don’t let pretty things leave without a scar.”
—Savage Devotion: The Savage Series Book 1”
― Kayla Gerdes

“Savages are known by aristocratic opulence, Sapiens is known by vagrant virtue-n-valiance.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Kral Fakir: When Calls The Kainat

“Tell me why I need you over the next / The only thing you seem to give me is sex / You look dumb now that I've come to my senses / Your love is not impressive”
― Ashnikko

“Hello, waitress
I want his head for dinner, silver plate it
Cut his tongue out first, let's hear him go and try and say shit
I'm abrasive?
I'm a dragon, animorph and shapeshift
Fire breathing, break shit
Brain-eating amoeba, coming for you, I'm contagious
Ruined what was sacred
I was living good before your locusts and your plague hit
I always fucking fake it
Now you're crying and you're shaking?
Take your tears and bottle 'em and use 'em as a face mist
I'm beautiful”
― Ashnikko

“You aren't entitled to a piece of my ass
You entitled white trash, flaky fake tan scab
On society, jerk off to notoriety
Beware of my anxiety, behind these lips are tiger teeth
You won't catch me smiling, then, you make me feel uncomfy
You try to build a wall? I'll push you off like Humpty Dumpty
I'd rather cut my arms off or catch something lumpy
Than vote for some misogynistic cunt to run this country”
― Ashnikko

“You can't stand to see me shine, better buy a visor
You don't ever cross my mind, what's a sheep to a tiger?
On your horse so high, swear to God I'm higher
Know you're beggin' for a dime, I'ma throw you a fiver
Beggin' for it, beggin' for it, beggin' for some relevance
As soon as I pull up on you, scare you like a skeleton
You can't stand to see me shine, better buy a visor
You don't ever cross my mind, what's a sheep to a tiger?

Leeches leechin', wanna juice me, peaches
All eyes on me, peepers, you all jeepers creepеrs
Call me a fuckin' diva, I'm an overachievеr
I'm a knockout, anesthesia, give me a breather

Heard the gossip, heard a rumor
That you said you made me who I am
You think you're the man
You're so toxic, like Britney bitch
I drop you just because I can
You think you're the man, bitch please

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Self-made, self-paid, how dare you speak my name?
Where were you yesterday? So lame that I'm your only claim to fame
No way, cliché, you grown man playin' games
I'm on pointe like ballet, you three-headed snake”
― Ashnikko

“You hate me 'cause you hate yourself
You're the maggots in my meat (P.U., you smell)
Bubblegum under my feet, tummy lint in my belly button
I don't let a fucker on the internet tell me nothing

Your sad life is never getting better
You butt crack krakens want my pirate treasure
I'm a wet pussy crybaby, real bedwetter
But I'll fuck an incel up, wear him like a sweater
Your sad life is never getting better
Cheese string dick, shrivel tits, old cheddar
I'm a wet pussy crybaby, real bedwetter
But it's still fuck you and your friends forever

You hate me 'cause you hate yourself
You're the maggots in my meat (P.U., you smell)
Bubblegum under my feet, tummy lint in my belly button
I don't let a fucker on the internet tell me nothing

Bitches in my business like my accountant and managers
You tapeworm parasites, vultures and scavengers
Snakes with the rattlers, all the lowest of caliber
On my dick like a catheter, what are you mad at me for, huh?
Ooh, I'm sorry
You smooth-brain bitches did not want me
Carbon copy
I won't feed you, Tamagotchi”
― Ashnikko

“Maybe a princess would like to honour me with a conversation?"
"She would not.”
― Lexie Janson, Crown of Shadows