#savage

Taking them out of the picture, so to speak, what football really is, the savagery, the core root of football, it doesn't change. It really puts the real in football. ↗

— Lawrence Taylor

#core #football #out #picture #puts

Problem solving is hunting. It is savage pleasure and we are born to it. ↗

— Thomas Harris

#hunting #pleasure #problem #problem solving #savage

A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate. ↗

— Baroness Orczy

#beings #creatures #crowd #ear #eye

There are many humorous things in the world; among them, the white man's notion that he is less savage than the other savages. ↗

— Mark Twain

#savages #humor

A multitude of causes unknown to former times are now acting with a combined force to blunt the discriminating powers of the mind, and unfitting it for all voluntary exertion to reduce it to a state of almost savage torpor. ↗

— William Wordsworth

#almost #blunt #causes #combined #discriminating

It seemed in life, whenever you were wanted, it was for some discussion or explanation. Silence was just something to be filled. ↗

— Jessie Atkin

#life

It began in mystery, and it will end in mystery, but what a savage and beautiful country lies in between. ↗

— Diane Ackerman

#beautiful country #began #between #country #end

At some future period, not very distant as measured by centuries, the civilized races of man will almost certainly exterminate, and replace the savage races throughout the world. ↗

— Charles Darwin

#centuries #certainly #civilized #distant #exterminate

Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak. ↗

— William Congreve

#bend #charms #oak #rocks #savage

It was unearthly, and the men were--No, they were not inhuman. Well, you know, that was the worst of it--this suspicion of their not being inhuman. It would come slowly to one. They howled, and leaped, and spun, and made horrid faces; but what thrilled you was just the thought of their humanity--like yours--the thought of your remote kinship with this wild and passionate uproar. Ugly. Yes, it was ugly enough; but if you were man enough you would admit to yourself that there was in you just the faintest trace of a response to the terrible frankness of that noise, a dim suspicion of there being a meaning in it which you--you so remote from the night of first ages--could comprehend. And why not? The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time. Let the fool gape and shudder--the man knows, and can look on without a wink. But he must at least be as much of a man as these on the shore. He must meet that truth with his own true stuff--with his own inborn strength. Principles? Principles won't do. Acquisitions, clothes, pretty rags--rags that would fly off at the first good shake. No; you want a deliberate belief. An appeal to me in this fiendish row--is there? Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. Of course, a fool, what with sheer fright and fine sentiments, is always safe. Who's that grunting? You wonder I didn't go ashore for a howl and a dance? Well, no--I didn't. Fine sentiments, you say? Fine sentiments, be hanged! I had no time. I had to mess about with white-lead and strips of woolen blanket helping to put bandages on those leaky steam-pipes--I tell you. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#savagery #age