We're social beasts, and we draw society around us.
O Judgment ! Thou art fled to brutish beasts, and men have lost their reason !
The will to domination is a ravenous beast. There are never enough warm bodies to satiate its monstrous hunger. Once alive, this beast grows and grows, feeding on all the life around it, scouring the earth to find new sources of nourishment. This beast lives in each man who battens on female servitude.
Thou knowest, winter tames man, woman, and beast.
It'd be cool to be a vampire. Vampires are the best beast you can ever be. Call me egotistical, but I love the whole idea of immortality.
There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.
And once you say this is true, you start naming the beast that hurts you - so I started doing this. Other truths come out.
He that can live alone resembles the brute beast in nothing, the sage in much, and God in everything.
I give nightly praise to my Maker that I never cast a ballot to bring that lazy, disreputable, ill-tempered beast into what was once my home. I'm glad that I had the courage to go on record as opposing that illegitimate, shameless flea-bag that now shares my bed and board. You abstainer, you!
I am anti-life, the Beast of Judgment. I am the dark at the end of everything. The end of universes, gods, worlds…of everything. And what will you be then, Dreamlord?" "I am hope.
What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird, something like an angel. " He laughed. "Something like that.
Time is a beast who has the immense patience to swallow everything.
I am convinced that different people awaken different beasts in you.
I go on The Daily Beast. The Daily Beast is one of the websites that I check out.
I've always wanted to land a 1080, it's been a beast of a burden for me.
It is also a warning. It is a warning that, if nobody reads the writing on the wall, man will be reduced to the state of the beast, whom he is shaming by his manners.
Climate is an angry beast and we are poking at it with sticks
As man, as beast, as an ephemeral fly begets, Godhead begets Godhead, For things below are copies, the Great Smaragdine Tablet said. Yet all must copy copies, all increase their kind.
The misanthrope, as an essentially solitary man, is not a man at all: he must be a beast or a god.
The wolf is the arch type of ravin, the beast of waste and desolation.