Wild Things Quotes

“But the wild things cried, “Oh please don’t go - we’ll eat you up - we love you so!”
And Max said, “No!”
The wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws but Max stepped into his private boat and waved goodbye.”
― Maurice Sendak

“And it is through fantasy that children achieve catharsis. It is the best means they have for taming wild things.”
― Maurice Sendak

“Who knows what wild things Sleeping Beauty dreamt of while waiting to awake?”
― Catherynne M. Valente, Radiance

“Unseen in their flight,
wild geese faintly call,
passing high overhead,
in the depths of night.
Instinctive travelers,
on invisible highways.
I envy their lack of lostness.”
― John Mark Green, Taste the Wild Wonder: Poems

“I love the wild things, and the birds most of all. My education began, I am sure, the moment I was pushed free of the womb by Mother, born on Prade Ranch in the back bedroom on a late afternoon in early March-the seventh of March which is when the golden-cheeked warblers usually return to Prade Ranch after wintering down in Mexico. There would have been doves calling, as if to counter Mother's gasps and cries, and the flylike buzz of the hummingbirds (the aggressive black-chinned ones making most of the racket) at the nectar feeders just outside the open window. There would have been a breeze stirring the lace curtains. Father in the room with the doctor, and Grandfather and Chubb on the back porch, waiting for this next new part of the world to begin. Grandfather said he knew that was going to be the day, not just because of the golden-cheeked warblers' return, but because he'd heard a vermilion flycatcher buzzing-pit-zee,pit-zee-all the day before, and on into the night, well past midnight-the only time he's ever heard of that, before or since.”
― Rick Bass

“I carved out for myself lands in the Wittenbrand by deception and sword and arrow. And to those lands, I invited all who, like me, were without a place – the wild things, the forgotten things, the things of strange innocence.”
― Sarah K.L. Wilson, Dance With The Sword