“Everything about it and the fierce old coast around it, had the ring and taste and feel of utter rightness to me. Its peace and loneliness crept into my veins and ran there, its wildness called out to the deep buried wildness in my heart.”
“It's fierce, an' it's wild, an' it's not bothered about anybody, not even about me right. And that's why it's great.”
“A familiar pang of dread wrapped its icy hand around my heart." Lorelei Preston-The Wild Hunt”
“Ring out, wild bells, to the wild sky,The flying cloud, the frosty light;The year is dying in the night;Ring out, wild bells, and let him die.Ring out the old, ring in the new,Ring, happy bells, across the snow:The year is going, let him go;Ring out the false, ring in the true.”
“Utter loneliness was planted in me then, and sent its deep roots down into me.”
“It was a kiss born of thunderstorms and the wild loneliness of the night. It was hot, fierce, and needy.”