Wolf Quotes

“If it's true what is said, that only the wise discover the wise, then it must also be true that the lone wolf symbolizes either the biggest fool on the planet or the biggest Einstein on the planet.”
― Criss Jami, Diotima, Battery, Electric Personality

“One beast and only one howls in the woods by night.”
― Angela Carter, Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

“either you get eaten by a wolf today or else the shepherd saves you from the wolf so he can sell you to the butcher tomorrow”
― Ogden Nash, I'm a Stranger Here Myself

“One day a wolf bit a man and the man caught it. Magic or science, it's all the same. The only thing magical about it is that we can't explain it." ~Sam”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Shiver

“That night the wind was howling almost like a wolf and there were some real wolves off to the west giving it lessons.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“Wolf's wool is the best wool, but it cannot be sheared, because the wolf will not comply. With knowledge as with wolves' surliness, the student studies voluntarily, refusing to be less than individual. He "gives his opinion and then rests upon it"; he renders service when there is no reward, and is too reclusive for some things to seem to touch him; not because he has no feeling but because he has so much.”
― Marianne Moore, Complete Poems

“The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be - But when he got well, a wolf once more was he”
― Walter Bower

“Civilization is only possible for deeply unpleasant animals. It is only an ape that can be truly civilized.”
― Mark Rowlands, The Philosopher and the Wolf

“the beast who dreams of man and has so dreamt in running dreams a hundred thousand years and more. Dreams of that malignant lesser god come pale and naked and alien to slaughter all his clan and kin and rout them from their house. A god insatiable whom no ceding could appease nor any measure of blood.”
― Cormac McCarthy, The Crossing

“Perhaps the wolf wasn't quite so dangerous as he pretended. Unfortunately, there was only one way to find out for sure——give him a little rope and see if he hung himself.

And pray that he didn't tie her up with it instead.”
― Sabrina Jeffries, Dance of Seduction

“WEST SALEM ~ October 2011
A sudden vision, fraught with malevolence and darkness, obscured her sight. The face of a menacing figure turned from the shadows of his grisly handiwork and stared at Sorcha.
Her muscles tensed. By the Goddess, could he see her?
Please! No!
She wanted to scream, to run, but the vision ensnared her into the horrific moment like a fly in a spider's web.”
― Cherie De Sues

“I remember sitting in this cabin in Alaska one evening reading over the notes of all these encounters, and recalling Joseph Campbell, who wrote in the conclusion to 'Primitive Mythology' that men do not discover their gods, they create them. So do they also, I thought, looking at the notes before me, create their animals.”
― Barry López, Of Wolves and Men

“There was something wolfish about him. Not in the sexy Twilight New Moon way, but in the I’ll-eat-your-grandmother way.”
― Victoria Kahler, Their Friend Scarlet

“How was the wolf to blame, if the sheep were roaming free?”
― Rachel Hartman, Tess of the Road

“After a day of watching the two-legs interact from within their midst, she was certain that they could talk as well as any wolf. Unlike wolves, however, they mostly used their mouths, a thing she found limiting. How could you tell someone to keep away from your food when your own mouth was full?”
― Jane Lindskold, Through Wolf's Eyes

“Firekeeper still could not understand the human penchant for eating in company. Even less so, she could not understand the human desire to combine business and meals.
True, a wolf pack shared a kill, but not from any great desire to do so—rather because any who departed the scene would be unlikely to get a share...
She struggled...not to bolt her food and almost always remembered that growling when a person spoke to you was not a proper response.”
― Jane Lindskold, Wolf's Head, Wolf's Heart

“Jiminy," says the old woman. The mothballs gleam with excitement and she claps her hands. "A wolf!"
"Gram!" Siobhan glares across the room. She turns to me. "You'll have to excuse her. She's real old. Wasn't a lot integrating between the species back in her day."
I pad over and put out a paw. "Pleased to meet you, madam."
She blushes, the varicose veins in her cheeks swelling with blood. Instead of taking my paw to shake, however, she turns it over as if it's a piece of bruised fruit in a market. "Hmmm..." She pores over my palm, nodding like a fortune-teller. Her spectacles slide comically down the bridge of her nose, and when she looks up at me, her face is full of mock astonishment. "Oh, my! What big teeth you have!" She giggles and kicks her slippered feet.
"Gram!!
The old elf claps her tiny hands. "I always wanted to say that!”
― Robert Paul Weston, Dust City

“They say there's an ointment the Devil gives you that turns you into a wolf the minute you rub it on.”
― Angela Carter, Burning Your Boats: The Collected Short Stories

“Have you ever heard the expression 'catching a wolf by the ears'?"
"No."
"It means you're in trouble whether you hold on or let go."
Garrett nuzzled her cheek against his hand. "If you're the wolf, then I'll hold on.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Hello Stranger

“I was a wolf, she thought, but now I'm just a stupid little lady again.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords

“Oh deep winter snow, pale executioner, thou who delights in a slow, torturous death.”
― T. R. Neff, The Falconer and The Wolf

“Wolves regularly attacked their rivals in power, so the idea of killing to gain position was neither alien nor repulsive to her. The use of assassins she had filed as yet another of the curious tools - like swords and bows — that humans created to make up for their lack of personal armament. What she still had to puzzle through was the subtle strategies involved in killing those who were expected to inherit power rather than those who held the power itself.”
― Jane Lindskold, Through Wolf's Eyes

“[Stephenson] believes that, as research becomes more airborne and more office-bound, we generalize more and more, and we lose the vast range of wolf experience; in fact, there are soft wolves and hard wolves, kind wolves and malicious wolves, soldiers and nurses, philosophers and bullies. ”
― Peter Steinhart

“I would control your life, every step you walk, and every word you say; there is no way you can run from an injured wolf.”
― M.F. Moonzajer

“I’m your big bad wolf.”
― Richard E. Gropp, Wilde Stories 2012: The Year’s Best Gay Speculative Fiction

“Each of our devoted investigators has had to protest the critical importance to science and the surpassing conveniences offered by the cabin: How well the hill-and-dale floor is held together by layered patches of variegated linoleum; how nicely the roof admits starlight and yet keeps out much of the rain; how smoothly the door opens when you lift firmly on the knob; how ideally the two one-room accessory structures serve as “slave” quarters for summer assistants. And what would befall the local ward of dependent woodmice if the cabin commissary were to fail?”
― Durward L. Allen, Wolves of Minong: Isle Royale's Wild Community

“Take it easy, friend," siad Peter, regaining his balance, quickly understanding the condition Henry was in.
"Friend? You left us. In the caves." Henry's muscles tensed.
Peter stepped back cautiously. Henry didn't look like himself.
"Seems someone can't hold his drink," Peter said. He didn't go further, sensing then that Valerie might be thinking of her father.
"And now," Henry continued on his own track, stepping closer to meet him, the smell of alcohol on his breath, "my father, too is dead."
Valerie moved to Henry. "Please, don't do this," she said, stepping in. "It's not worth it."
Henry pushed past her, not realizing his own weight. The force knocked her back. Peter grabbed Henry's arm and twisted it. Overreacting, Henry reared back his fist and landed a punch in the hollow of Peter's eye. The crowd laughed as Peter fell hard to the ground.
Henry scrambled on top him, held him by the collar, forced Peter to face him as he'd never done. He looked into the eyes of the man he wanted to blame for his parents' deaths, because it was a shelter from the terrible thought that everything could be lost to a simple slip of fate. "You filth," he spat out.
This really got the villagers going. But Peter didn't laugh. He pulled a knife from his boot and leapt up, thrusting it viciously in Henry's face.
"Keep your hands off her or I'll cut them off!”
― Sarah Blakley-Cartwright, Red Riding Hood

“We wolves will forever be in this land, for our spirits run heavy in this place. We are made of the very earth of this land.

Our spirits are the moon over the lake, of the vapor of the breaths when we run hard through fields on cold fall nights with the stars all above and around us and shining off the perfect calm of the water. Our spirit is when we are tracking deer on cold winter days, of the chase and the precise timing of the kill, and then sleeping curled together for warmth in deep snow, mouths covered in fresh, dried blood from our feasting. Our spirit is of the dark and wind and perfect stillness before a summer storm and the sounds of slow, rolling thunder off the lake, echoing through the trees. Our spirit is the smell of wet grass and wildflowers, and all the bright colors of the land and water and sky.”
― Thomas D. Peacock, The Wolf's Trail: An Ojibwe Story, Told by Wolves

“Putting wolf in charge of the chicken coop and then asking, 'Why are the chickens quiet?' Spoiler alert: they’re censored... or eaten.”
― Dipti Dhakul, Quote: +/-

“Ein philosophisches Rätsel: Warum schauen bestimmte Tiere wie der Wolf uns spontan in die Augen? Wenn sie dächten, dass wir Köper seinen, die durch physische Kräfte bewegt werden, fallende Steine oder Bäume etwa, oder wenn sie überhaupt nicht dächten, dann würden sie ihren Blick ungerührt auf die ganze Oberfläche unseres Körpers richten, ohne dass sich unsere Blicke träfen. Gerade die Tatsache, dass sie uns in die Augen schauen, legt nahe, dass sie etwas wissen: Hinter unseren Augen verbirgt sich für sie ein Bewusstsein, als gäbe es dort wirklich etwas zu sehen, als hätten wir tatsächlich eine Seele, die sich in diesen Spiegeln verrät.”
― Baptiste Morizot, Sur la piste animale