Predator Quotes

“He was a killer, a thing that preyed, living on the things that lived, unaided, alone, by virtue of his own strength and prowess, surviving triumphantly in a hostile environment where only the strong survive.”
― Jack London, The Call of the Wild

“My panties were still on but he didn’t let that stop him, nosing them out of the way and tonguing my sex, making low, growling noises in his throat like a big cat purring with pleasure while it devoured its prey.”
― Emme Rollins, Dear Rockstar

“Oh my God, not only is he older than the Grand Canyon, but he’s like the pope and the Fae King and the president of the United States all rolled up into one. To some ancient cultures he had been a god.

He was going to hurt her so bad before he killed her so dead, and all she could think of was how hot his kiss had been in the dream and how delicate the touch of his finger was as it traced down her body.”
― Thea Harrison, Dragon Bound

“But what would they have said to their Liaison? It’s like this, Meg. We didn’t like that Asia Crane, so we ate her.
When dealing with humans, honesty isn’t always the best policy, Vlad thought”
― Anne Bishop, Written in Red

“Stop your whining. If you are frightened, be silent. Whining is for prey. It attracts predators. And you are not prey.”
― Robin Hobb, Fool's Assassin

“If it can bleed, we can kill it.”
― Arnold Schwarzenegger

“We have a predator that came from the depths of the cosmos and took over the rule of our lives. Human beings are its prisoners. The Predator is our lord and master. It has rendered us docile, helpless. If we want to protest, it suppresses our protest. If we want to act independently, it demands that we don't do so... I have been beating around the bush all this time, insinuating to you that something is holding us prisoner. Indeed we are held prisoner! "This was an energetic fact for the sorcerers of ancient Mexico ... They took us over because we are food for them, and they squeeze us mercilessly because we are their sustenance. just as we rear chickens in chicken coops, the predators rear us in human coops, humaneros. Therefore, their food is always available to them." "No, no, no, no," [Carlos replies] "This is absurd don Juan. What you're saying is something monstrous. It simply can't be true, for sorcerers or for average men, or for anyone." "Why not?" don Juan asked calmly. "Why not? Because it infuriates you? ... You haven't heard all the claims yet. I want to appeal to your analytical mind. Think for a moment, and tell me how you would explain the contradictions between the intelligence of man the engineer and the stupidity of his systems of beliefs, or the stupidity of his contradictory behaviour. Sorcerers believe that the predators have given us our systems of belief, our ideas of good and evil, our social mores. They are the ones who set up our hopes and expectations and dreams of success or failure. They have given us covetousness, greed, and cowardice. It is the predators who make us complacent, routinary, and egomaniacal." "'But how can they do this, don Juan? [Carlos] asked, somehow angered further by what [don Juan] was saying. "'Do they whisper all that in our ears while we are asleep?" "'No, they don't do it that way. That's idiotic!" don Juan said, smiling. "They are infinitely more efficient and organized than that. In order to keep us obedient and meek and weak, the predators engaged themselves in a stupendous manoeuvre stupendous, of course, from the point of view of a fighting strategist. A horrendous manoeuvre from the point of view of those who suffer it. They gave us their mind! Do you hear me? The predators give us their mind, which becomes our mind. The predators' mind is baroque, contradictory, morose, filled with the fear of being discovered any minute now." "I know that even though you have never suffered hunger... you have food anxiety, which is none other than the anxiety of the predator who fears that any moment now its manoeuvre is going to be uncovered and food is going to be denied. Through the mind, which, after all, is their mind, the predators inject into the lives of human beings whatever is convenient for them. And they ensure, in this manner, a degree of security to act as a buffer against their fear." "The sorcerers of ancient Mexico were quite ill at ease with the idea of when [the predator] made its appearance on Earth. They reasoned that man must have been a complete being at one point, with stupendous insights, feats of awareness that are mythological legends nowadays. And then, everything seems to disappear, and we have now a sedated man. What I'm saying is that what we have against us is not a simple predator. It is very smart, and organized. It follows a methodical system to render us useless. Man, the magical being that he is destined to be, is no longer magical. He's an average piece of meat." "There are no more dreams for man but the dreams of an animal who is being raised to become a piece of meat: trite, conventional, imbecilic.”
― Carlos Castaneda, The Active Side of Infinity

“(Young girls) are taught to not see, and instead to "make pretty" all manner of grotesqueries whether they are lovely or not. This training is why the youngest sister can say, "Hmmm, his beard isn't really that blue." This early training to "be nice" causes women to override their intuitions. In that sense, they are actually purposefully taught to submit to the predator. Imagine a wolf mother teaching her young to "be nice" in the face of an angry ferret or a wily diamondback rattler.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

“Many women do not even have the basic teaching about predators that a wolf mother gives her pups, such as: if it's threatening and bigger than you, flee; if it's weaker, see what you want to do; if it's sick, leave it alone; if it has quills, poison, fangs, or razor claws, back up and go in the other direction; it it smells nice but is wrapped around metal jaws, walk on by.”
― Clarissa Pinkola Estés, Women Who Run With the Wolves

“Only the cruelest hunters set their traps with terror and trepidation.”
― Nenia Campbell, Black Beast

“If you seek for supreme predator, go find God.
He hunts the prime killer of mankind, the Satan.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Fear is the venom impact of predator sting,
causing prey not to be focus on the survival.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“Every time we exterminate a predator, we are in a sense creating a new predator.”
― David Rains Wallace, Untamed Garden and Other Personal Essays

“When you are being hunted,
set your mind as the predator.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“As he took them in his arms, the crying of the babies permeated the night like a trail of blood calling out to a predator.”
― Carlos Ruiz Zafón, The Midnight Palace

“The predators must prey. The prey must be predated. They only wish to be preyed upon by someone who'll do the job properly.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Not Forever, But For Now

“No man can tame a predator by acting like prey.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“My ducks are being snatched one by one in the dark of night by a stealthy predator, probably a bobcat. To show this thief he is not welcome, I have posted a No Trespassing sign. That ought to stop him.”
― Jarod Kintz, BearPaw Duck And Meme Farm presents: Two Ducks Brawling Is A Pre-Pillow Fight

“She's been wrong. He was no jaguar, he was a wolf.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Once you kill the predator inside you, you become prey.”
― Tamerlan Kuzgov

“A predator after her own heart.”
― Rebecca Rowland, White Trash and Recycled Nightmares

“I was not prey any longer, I decided as I eased up to that door.

And I was not a mouse.

I was a wolf.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Above her young, supple body, beneath her black, beautiful hair, her skin was grey- wrinkled and sagging and dry. And where eyes should have gleamed instead lay rotting black pins. Her lips had withered to nothing but deep, dark lines around a hole full of jagged stumps of teeth- like she had gnawed on too many bones.

And I knew she would be gnawing on my bones soon if I did not get out.

Her nose- perhaps once pert and pretty, now half-caved in- flared as she sniffed in my direction.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Mist and Fury

“Humans have a different predator today, it used to be bacteria and viruses and now it is a toxic environment created by a corrupt government.”
― Steven Magee

“The top human predator in Ukraine is war.”
― Steven Magee

“I heard Lucien first.

'Back off.'

A low female laugh.

Everything in me went still and cold at that sound. I'd heard it once before- in Rhysand's memory.

Keep going. They were distracted, horrible as it was.

Keep going, keep going, keep going.

'I thought you'd seek me out after the Rite,' Ianthe purred. They couldn't be more than thirty feet through the trees. Far enough away not to hear my presence, if I was quiet enough.

'I was obligated to perform the Rite,' Lucien snapped. 'That night wasn't the product of desire, believe me.'

'We had fun, you and I.'

'I'm a mated male now.'

Every second was the ringing of my death knell. I'd primed everything to fall; I'd long since stopped feeling any guilt or doubt about my plan. Not with Alis now safely away.

And yet- and yet-

'You don't act that way with Feyre.' A silk-wrapped threat.

'You're mistaken.'

'Am I?' Twigs and leaves crunched, as if she was circling him. 'You put your hands all over her.'

I had done my job too well, provoked her jealousy too much with every instance I'd found ways to get Lucien to touch me in her presence, in Tamlin's presence.

'Do not touch me,' he growled.

And then I was moving.

I masked the sound of my footfalls, silent as a panther as I stalked to the little clearing where they stood.

Where Lucien stood, back against a tree- twin bands of blue stone shackled around his wrists.

I'd seen them before. On Rhys, to immobilise his power. Stone hewn from Hybern's rotted land, capable of nullifying magic. And in this case... holding Lucien against that tree as Ianthe surveyed him like a snake before a meal.

She slid a hand over the broad panes of his chest, his stomach.

And Lucien's eyes shot to me as I stepped between the trees, fear and humiliation reddening his golden skin.

'That's enough,' I said.

Ianthe whipped her head to me. Her smile was innocent, simpering. But I saw her note the pack, Tamlin's bandolier. Dismiss them. 'We were in the middle of a game. Weren't we, Lucien?'

He didn't answer.

And the sight of those shackles on him, however she'd trapped him, the sight of her hand still on his stomach-

'We'll return to the camp when we're done,' she said, turning to him again. Her hand slid lower, not for his own pleasure, but simply to throw it in my face that she could-”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Wings and Ruin

“I froze. The grizzly paused, catching my movement, then lowered his head and with a sort of stiff-legged gait, ambled toward me swinging his head from side to side. I knew from having watched this bear interact with other animals that the worst thing I could do was run.

The big bear stopped thirty feet in front of me. I slowly worked my hand into my bag and gradually pulled out the Magnum. I peered down the gun barrel into the dull red eyes of the huge grizzly. He gnashed his jaws and lowered his ears. The hair on his hump stood up. We stared at each other for what might have been seconds but felt like hours. I knew once again that I was not going to pull the trigger. My shooting days were over. I lowered the pistol. The giant bear flicked his ears and looked off to the side. I took a step backward and turned my head towards the trees. I felt something pass between us. The grizzly slowly turned away from me with grace and dignity and swung into the timber at the end of the meadow. I caught myself breathing heavily again, the flush of blood hot on my face. I felt life had been touched by enormous power and mystery.”
― Doug Peacock, Grizzly Years: In Search of the American Wilderness

“A hunter's unbridled passion for his victim pulsed in time with a swelled vein on his temple. Even when sated, a cat will pounce on a bird with a broken wing because that is how the cat and all her ancestors were made: the bird acts like a victim and the sweetness of harsh punish- ment for the victim is, for the hunter, stronger than hunger and more demanding than lust.”
― Eugene Vodolazkin, Laurus

“Na'laa,' he whispered. 'You should've known better than to run. I will always catch you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, Fall of Ruin and Wrath

“I'm gonna rape Soniya”
― Thushyanthan Sivarajah