Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
It was far in the sameness of the wood; I was running with joy on the Demon's trail, Though I knew what I hunted was no true god.
Arcitc Harp seal pup populations are declining as they are commercially hunted for oil and fur and global warming causes the ice where pups are born to break up and melt. Now these sweet and adorable pups face yet another human threat: oil spills.
In searching for the self, one cannot simultaneously be the hunter and the hunted.
I have no private life at all. I am a hunted woman. I can't take a step without being questioned and surrounded.
When you're huntin' somepin you're a hunter, an' you're strong. Can't nobody beat a hunter. But when you get hunted - that's different. Somepin happens to you. You ain't strong: maybe you're fierce, but you ain't strong. " - Muley
Until you have hunted men, you haven’t hunted yet.
I ask myself what is the sound of women? What is the word for that still thing I have hunted inside them for so long? Deep inside the avalanche of joy, the thing deeper in the dark, and deeper still in the bed where we are lost. Deeper, deeper down where a woman's heart is holding its breath, where something very far away in that body is becoming something we don't have a name for.
I am hunted by humans
It occurred to me that I would like to be a poet. The chief qualification, I understand is that you must be born. Well, I hunted up my birth certificate, and found that I was all right on that score.
You can be the hunter, or you can be the hunted.
Being hunted, paparazzi-style , doesn't appeal to me.
Freedom had been hunted round the globe; reason was considered as rebellion; and the slavery of fear had made men afraid to think. But such is the irresistible nature of truth, that all it asks, and all it wants, is the liberty of appearing.
I am a very good shot. I have hunted for every kind of animal. But I would never kill an animal during mating season.
But I smiled, and smiling was easy, no matter how strange and disorienting the street seemed to be. I was a fugitive. I was a wanted man, a hunted man, with a price on my head. And I was still one step ahead of them. I was free. Every day, when you're on the run, is the whole of your life. Every free minute is a short story with a happy ending.
. . . the ears of the hunted grow even keener than a hunter's.
My dad and I hunted and fished together. How could I get angry at this man who took the time to be with me?
Self-respect cannot be hunted. It cannot be purchased. It is never for sale.
She's the sort of woman who lives for others - you can tell the others by their hunted expression.
Before I was the hunter. Now I'm the hunted.
