“And then she left, and it broke my heart so completely I could hardly breathe.” — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
Growing up in the country, you're left to the wilds of your imagination. — Cindy Williams Copy Share Image
What if in Scotland's wilds we viel'd our head, Where tempests whistle round the sordid bed; Where the rug's two-fold use we… — Oliver Goldsmith Copy Share Image
“The wilds are truly unforgiving, and while injury isn’t a surefire ride unto the end, it often grants the swiftest accommodations.” — Trent Lindsey Copy Share Image
A period recourse into the wilds is not a retreat into secret silent sanctums to escape a wicked world, it is to… — Benton MacKaye Copy Share Image
“For any scientist the real challenge is not to stay within the secure garden of the known but to venture out into… — Marcus du Sautoy Copy Share Image
“We don't quesiton the Others. They rule Earth, maintain order, protect us from the Wilds, But the are not us. They are… — Trisha Leigh Copy Share Image
“So here we are once more in the wilds, and once more we've come upon some out of the way corner. But… — Gogol Nikolai Gogol Copy Share Image
“Wilds. Perhaps even closer than that. MacGil’s eyes fluttered as he began to fall into sleep; but something caught his attention which… — Morgan Rice Copy Share Image
“The sky is stained pink and purple, and the shadows are thick, stark brush strokes on the ground. But the air is… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
The great wilds of our country, once held to be boundless and inexhaustible, are being rapidly invaded and overrun in every direction,… — John Muir Copy Share Image
It's the rule of the wilds. You must be bigger, and stronger, and tougher. A coldness radiates through me, a solid wall… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“Someday all the wilds will be razed, and we will be left with a concrete landscape, a land of pretty houses and… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“For a moment I am jealous: He has grown up here, fearless, happy. Perhaps he will never even know about the world… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“They are beautiful, heart-rendingly beautiful, those wilds, with a quality of wide-eyed, unsung, innocent surrender that my lacquered, toy-bright Swiss villages and… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
