Howling Quotes

“We are never alone
We are all wolves
Howling to the same moon.”
― Atticus Poetry, Atticus

“My mouth opened.
It happened.
Yes, with my head thrown into the sky, I started howling.
Arms stretched out next to me, I howled, and everything came out of me. Visions pored up my throat and past voices surrounded me. The sky listened. The city didn't. I didn't care. All I cared about was that I was howling so that I could hear my voice and so I would remember that the boy had intensity and something to offer. I howled, oh, so loud and desperate, telling a world that I was here and I wouldn't lie down.”
― Markus Zusak, Underdog

“We know that there are many animals on this continent not found in the Old World. These must have been carried from here to the ark, and then brought back afterwards. Were the peccary, armadillo, ant-eater, sloth, agouti, vampire-bat, marmoset, howling and prehensile-tailed monkey, the raccoon and muskrat carried by the angels from America to Asia? How did they get there? Did the polar bear leave his field of ice and journey toward the tropics? How did he know where the ark was? Did the kangaroo swim or jump from Australia to Asia? Did the giraffe, hippopotamus, antelope and orang-outang journey from Africa in search of the ark? Can absurdities go farther than this?”
― Robert G. Ingersoll, Some Mistakes of Moses

“No moon in sight, so I howled at the exit sign instead.”
― Franny Choi, Soft Science

“And Esme remembered in a rush--the wolfsong, the haunting, lyrical spirals of it in the dawn quiet and the feeling of euphoria that had attended it. Even in recollection the howling uplifted her like the crescendo at the end of a symphony and made her heartbeat quicken.”
― Laini Taylor, Lips Touch: Three Times

“She goes down like the sunset & brings the sweetest night creatures howling out of me.”
― Curtis Tyrone Jones

“Come with me to howling tree?"
"What?"
"Howling tree. It's a place a found. Come on”
― Debbie Moon

“There seemed a strange stillness over everything; but as I listened I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves. The Count's eyes gleamed, and he said:-
'Listen to them- the children of the night. What music they make!' Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added:-
'Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter.”
― Bram Stoker, Dracula

“How could it be that I had actually kissed her cheek without enveloping her, without becoming her? How could I at that moment have refrained from kneeling at her feet and howling?”
― Iris Murdoch, The Black Prince

“They are forever looking into the nooks and crannies of a thing, whatever the thing may be. Always up very early or very late, going for rides on the backs of whales who deliver the mail; waking up covered in a secret language of hums; writing about the hobbies of feathers; changing shape like a cloud; howling at the moon; being a radioactive night-light in the dark; being a life raft on an ocean of alphabet soup; being great-hearted; being selfless; believing in tall tales, doodlebugs, and doohickeys. Believing. Believing in themselves. Believing in you.”
― Michelle Cuevas, Confessions of an Imaginary Friend

“Somewhere in the ruins above them, the cats are howling.”
― Anthony Doerr, All the Light We Cannot See

“I awoke in a cold room, hunched on the floor beside a black and empty grate, the clock striking three, and the siren howling overhead.”
― C. S. Lewis

“More often than not, the wolves showed themselves in other ways—a track etched in the mud, a few scats here and there, the well-chewed, moss-covered bones of a Sitka blacktailed deer, and, most frequently and possibly most grand of all, a late-evening chorus of howls heard from the deck of our boat at a lonely anchorage. The sound echoed softly off the high granite walls of some slope or side hill, somewhere where the wolves hunted in the vast sea of verdant rain forest.”
― Ian McAllister, Following the Last Wild Wolves

“Down towards one end of the village, among the small houses, a dog complained about the cold and the loneliness. He raised his nose to his god and gave a long and fulsome account of the state of the world as it applied to him. He was a practiced singer with a full bell throat and great versatility of range and control.”
― John Steinbeck, The Moon is Down

“When you squint at the sun, you can see its cosmic cock. When I shake my head, the sun's cock shakes, and that's why the wind howls down from the void.”
― Suehiro Maruo, Ultra-Gash Inferno

“Pick on someone your own size, 'Cassian said to Amren, shoveling roast chicken into his mouth.

'I'd feel bad for the mice,' Azriel muttered.

Mor and Cassian howled...”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Frost and Starlight