Hunted – Quotes

There is no hunting

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter. Ernest Hemingway

Fireheart tensed, waiting for whatever had hunted down these apprentices to emerge from the trees and attack, but nothing stirred. Feeling as if his legs hardly belonged to him, he sprang down and stumbled across to Swiftpaw. The apprentice lay on his side, his legs splayed out. His black-and-white fur was torn, and his body … Read more

And one more thing.

And one more thing. About my name — Artemis — you were right. In London, it is generally a female name, after the Greek goddess of archery. But every now and then a male comes along with such a talent for hunting that he earns the right to use the name. I am that male. … Read more

. . . this

. . . this rage – I have never forgotten it – contained every anger, every revolt I had ever felt in my life – the way I felt when I saw the black dog hunted, the way I felt when I watched old Uncle Henry taken away to the almshouse, the way I felt … Read more

Almost Kien was tempted

Almost Kien was tempted to believe in happiness, that contemptible life-goal of illiterates. If it came of itself, without being hunted for, if you did not hold it fast by force and treated it with a certain condescension, it was permissible to endure its presence for a few days Elias Canetti

The notion that women

The notion that women are less aesthetically profound and innovative than men–just not very important, if you know what I mean–doubtless spreads back to our beginnings as upright animals: the males hunted and killed for the family while the females stayed home in the cave and tended the strange little creatures they were giving birth … Read more

The last faint spark In

The last faint spark In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark, The wounds of the baited bear,– The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat On his helpless flesh . . . the tears of the hunted hare. Edith Sitwell

Home? I have no

Home? I have no home. Hunted, despised, living like an animal. The jungle is my home. But I will show the world that I can be its master. I will perfect my own race of people, a race of atomic supermen, which will conquer the world. Ed Wood

Concerning the prayer that

Concerning the prayer that mountains fall to crush and hide, Farrar , says: \”These words of Christ met with a painfully literal illustration when hundreds of the unhappy Jews at the siege of Jerusalem hid themselves in the darkest and vilest subterranean recesses, and when, besides those who were hunted out, no less than two … Read more

A hunt based only

A hunt based only on trophies taken falls far short of what the ultimate goal should be. Fred Bear