Bambi Quotes

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"Don't be scared of Bambi" the demon said. "She's only curious and maybe a little bit hungry." The thing was named Bambi? Oh, my God, the thing stared at me like it wanted to eat me.
Jennifer L. Armentrout (White Hot Kiss (The Dark Elements, #1))
Within a few short hours, he nearly had me agreeing to try deer jerky for the first time. Almost. If it weren't for Cam continuously whispering "Bambi" in my ear every couple of minutes, I would've caved.
J. Lynn (Wait for You (Wait for You, #1))
Victor patted my hand. 'I like you, Sky. You're a fighter.' 'I am, aren't I? Hear that, Zed? No more bambi comparisons. I'm a Rottweiler -with a temper.' 'A very small Rottweiler,' said Zed, still not convinced.
Joss Stirling (Finding Sky (Benedicts, #1))
I just find it interesting that kids apparently used to cry when Bambi's mother died. George and I both held our breaths, and then cheered when she didn't reanimate and try to eat her son.
Mira Grant (Deadline (Newsflesh, #2))
I was a hip kid. When I saw Bambi it was the midnight show.
George Carlin (Brain Droppings)
Hi! My name is Bambi! I like kittens and puppies and throwing flaming balls of death at my enemies!
Angela Knight
Every scene should be able to answer three questions: "Who wants what from whom? What happens if they don't get it? Why now?
David Mamet (Bambi vs. Godzilla: On the Nature, Purpose, and Practice of the Movie Business)
Yeah, really scary," agreed Zoe, struggling not to laugh. "Like Bambi with an Uzi.
Joss Stirling (Finding Sky (Benedicts, #1))
Alan: Conning people out of their savings. Forgery. Blackmail. Selling real estate on Mars. We could have it all. You with me, Bambi?" Sin: "Clive, I was with you from 'I'm a social worker.
Sarah Rees Brennan (The Demon's Surrender)
I...can’t believe you have kittens.” I wiggled my fingers and the little guy strained to reach them. “What’re their names?” Roth snorted. “That one is Fury. The white one is Nitro and the black one is named Thor.” “What? You called these cuties something like that, but named a giant snake Bambi?” He bent forward, placing a kiss on my shoulder. It was so fast I wasn’t sure he’d actually done it. “There’s sweetness in evil,” he said. “And remember, looks can be deceiving.
Jennifer L. Armentrout (White Hot Kiss (The Dark Elements, #1))
He'd woken up after flying from Boston to Montana to find his da cooking breakfast for them: sausage and pancakes shaped like deer. It wasn't just any deer, either - they looked like Bambi from the disney cartoon. Charles didn't want to know how his father had managed that
Patricia Briggs (Fair Game (Alpha & Omega, #3))
Come on, Mowgli. Let's go kill Bambi.
Andrea Cremer (Nightshade (Nightshade, #1; Nightshade World, #4))
He looked up grinning. This one is Bluebelle and that one, he gestured at the one that smelled my leg, is Flower. I made a face. What is with you and the movie Bambi? He stood up fluidly. It's an American classic.
Jennifer L. Armentrout (Stone Cold Touch (The Dark Elements, #2))
I don’t care,” he replied resolutely. “I’m not punching Bambi in the face.
Catherine Doyle (Vendetta (Blood for Blood, #1))
This is so weird. I feel like bambi just morphed into a raging nymphomaniac.
Victoria Dahl (Start Me Up (Tumble Creek, #2))
I started to respond, but Bambi slithered up and placed its horse-sized head on my shoulder. Every muscle in my body locked up and I squeezed my eyes shut. There was a puff of air, stirring the hair along my temple. Bambi’s forked tongue shot out, tickling the side of my neck. “Hey, look, Bambi likes you.” I pried one eye open. “And if she didn’t?” “Oh, you’d know, ’cause she would’ve eaten you by now.
Jennifer L. Armentrout (White Hot Kiss (The Dark Elements, #1))
Bambi was inspired, and said trembling, "There is Another who is over us all, over us and over Him.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
I still think of Oregon Trail as a great leveler. If, for example, you were a twelve-year-old girl from Westchester with frizzy hair, a bite plate, and no control over your own life, suddenly you could drown whomever you pleased. Say you have shot four bison, eleven rabbits, and Bambi's mom. Say your wagon weighs 9,783 pounds and this arduous journey has been most arduous. The banker's sick. The carpenter's sick. The butcher, the baker, the algebra-maker. Your fellow pioneers are hanging on by a spool of flax. Your whole life is in flux and all you have is this moment. Are you sure you want to forge the river? Yes. Yes, you are.
Sloane Crosley (I Was Told There'd Be Cake: Essays)
Aren't you afraid of death, oak? How can you speak so casually about it?' The trees creaked their bare branches until it seemed to Geno that they must be laughing. 'Death?' they said. 'How is it death to return to earth again? Our seed can grow from us. We shall return.
Felix Salten (Bambi's Children)
...I'm just beginning to understand how kind you are.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
What are you going to do, Luca?' I clenched my fists at my sides. 'Pull a gun on me?' 'If that's what it takes.' 'How brave!' I exploded. We were so close to one another now. 'You can't use your words. but you're more than happy to use your gun.' 'I'm not going to be responsible for ruining your innocence!' I tilted my face towards him to show I wasn't afraid, or as innocent as he clearly thought. 'Go ahead,' I whispered. 'Shatter it.' We were nose to nose. 'It almost worked last time, when you told me about my dad.' 'I don't care,' he replied resolutely. 'I'm not punching Bambi in the face.
Catherine Doyle (Vendetta (Blood for Blood, #1))
Q: What do you get when you cross Bambi with an umbrella? A: You get a rain-deer (reindeer).
Rob Elliott (Laugh-Out-Loud Animal Jokes for Kids (Laugh-out-loud Jokes for Kids))
It’s a nice dick,” Bambi said. “Oh my god, would you please not stare at my alfa’s junk?” “He’s pretty good with it too,” Jessie said. Joe growled at both of them as he followed his mate. Bambi laughed as Jessie flipped him off.
T.J. Klune (Ravensong (Green Creek, #2))
I am tired of shooting zombie deer that wander past our safety zone. Well, okay. I'm not really tired of that part. That part is pretty cool. Suck it, Bambi.
Mira Grant (Deadline (Newsflesh, #2))
Your growing antlers,' Bambi continued, 'are proof of your intimate place in the forest, for of all the things that live and grow only the trees and the deer shed their foliage each year and replace it more strongly, more magnificently, in the spring. Each year the trees grow larger and put on more leaves. And so you too increase in size and wear a larger, stronger crown.
Felix Salten (Bambi's Children)
His eyes were locked on me. We looked like Bambi and Faline, twitterpated, unable to be around normal people, at least I did.
Tara Brown (Cursed (The Devil's Roses, #1))
ask yourself, what would babbi do? waht WWBD? You know, the famous line in the movie Bambi if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.
Michele Jaffe (Bad Kitty (Bad Kitty, #1))
We are endowed with a moral capacity that animals, plants, rocks-and many fervent ecologists-lack. We should not be dirty, wasteful or cruel. To do so harms others. That's wrong. Therefore we don't disembowel Bambi like the way coyotes do, we shoot him first.
P.J. O'Rourke (All the Trouble in the World)
I’m okay.” Zayne staggered to his feet. “I can fight.” “I sure hope so.” Roth lifted his arm and Bambi came off his skin, coiling on the floor between us. “Because if you’re just going to lay there and bleed, you suck.” Armentrout, Jennifer L. (2014-03-01). White Hot Kiss (The Dark Elements Book 1) (p. 368). Harlequin. Kindle Edition.
Jennifer L. Armentrout (White Hot Kiss (The Dark Elements, #1))
If everyone could feel as I felt at that moment, dressed in my preppy sweater and McGregor coat and about to set out on a little journey with my Bambi-eyed girlfriend on Christmas Eve, all conflicts in the world would vanish. Mellow smiles would rule the earth.
Ryū Murakami (69)
*Spoiler alert: Bambi’s mom doesn’t make it.
Jenny Lawson (Let's Pretend This Never Happened: A Mostly True Memoir)
Colby better not bring me home Bambi, or I just might want to divorce him
Jody Morse (Cursed (Howl, #6))
He leaned over and removed the lid, and some really wonderful smells steamed out. But I wasn’t going to get excited, not this time, because it was probably Bambi in shallots or Nemo with fennel or—
Karen Chance (Hunt the Moon (Cassandra Palmer, #5))
You see, when you're young and foolish it doesn't matter where you may be, you always think that you'll be happier somewhere else.
Felix Salten (Bambi's Children)
On Friday the 13th, April 2029, an asteroid large enough to fill the Rose Bowl as though it were an egg cup will fly so close to Earth that it will dip below the altitude of our communication satellites. We did not name this asteroid Bambi. Instead, we named it Apophis, after the Egyptian god of darkness and death.
Neil deGrasse Tyson (Space Chronicles: Facing the Ultimate Frontier)
Did Genghis Khan take his coffee black?" Oberon asked me. After my bathtime story, he wanted to be the Genghis Khan of dogs. He wanted a harem full of French poodles, all of whom were named either Fifi or Bambi. It was an amusing habit of his: Oberon had, in the past, wanted to be Vlad the Impaler, Joan of Arc, Bertrand Russell, and any other historical figure I had recently told him about while he was getting a thorough cleansing. His Liberace period had been particularly good for my soul: You haven’t lived until you’ve seen an Irish wolfhound parading around in rhinestone-studded gold lamé.
Kevin Hearne (Hounded (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #1))
Ahí lo tienen, señoras y señores. Yo veo a Bambi. Él ve filetes de ciervo friéndose en una sartén
Stephen Wallenfels (Pod)
I walked with a sexy, confident walk, just like Bambi on his first walk.
C.S. James (Blue Ice (Ice #1))
It was on the tip of my tongue to say something snide, something that would hurt him, but somehow I couldn't. It would be like kicking Bambi in the teeth.
Marshall Thornton (From the Ashes (Boystown #6))
The most dreadful part of all," the old stag answered, "is that the dogs believe what the hound just said. They believe it, they pass their lives in fear, they hate Him and themselves and yet they'd die for His sake.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
Marena looked at all of them out of her big, calm, shining eyes. "Love is no nonsense," she said. "It has to come.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
The young doe, Marena, said, "In this very hour many of us are going to die. Perhaps I shall be one of them.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
Henry glared at Anastasia. 'You quit planning on a rich husband, Anastasia. You're gonna get rich on your own. You and me, if we want husbands, fine. But we won't need them. Like our mothers. My mom could do just fine being a waitress, and your mom could do just fine being an artist. They got husbands 'cos they want them. That Bambie, now maybe she'll need a husband. But not you and me. Got it?
Lois Lowry (Anastasia's Chosen Career (Anastasia Krupnik, #7))
On Friday the 13th of April 2029, an asteroid large enough to fill the Rose Bowl as though it were an egg cup, will fly so close to Earth, that it will dip below the altitude of our communication satellites. We did not name this asteroid Bambi. Instead, it's named Apophis, after the Egyptian god of darkness and death. If the trajectory of Apophis at close approach passes within a narrow range of altitudes called the 'keyhole,' the precise influence of Earth's gravity on its orbit will guarantee that seven years later in 2036, on its next time around, the asteroid will hit Earth directly, slamming in the Pacific Ocean between California and Hawaii. The tsunami it creates will wipe out the entire west coast of North America, bury Hawaii, and devastate all the land masses of the Pacific Rim. If Apophis misses the keyhole in 2029, then, of course, we have nothing to worry about in 2036.
Neil deGrasse Tyson
How can you waste time? You have only so much to use, and no matter what you do, it still passes.
Felix Salten (Bambi's Children)
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.
Bambi (Movie)
If you can't say sumpin' nice, then don't say nuttin' at all. Quote from Thumper, advice from his mother in the child's book, "Bambi.
Micki Peluso
As Bambi’s mother said, why not blow a few extra bucks when the mood strikes?
Douglas Clegg (The Children's Hour)
«Non sei arrabbiato con me? Dovresti.» «Oh, lo sono stato, bambi. Non puoi capire quanto. Ma ora non ha più importanza.» Giocherellò distrattamente con la cerniera del suo tutone. E fu allora che me ne resi conto: stava mentendo. Un’altra delle cose che aveva imparato da me.
Alexis Hall (Glitterland (Spires, #1))
Non sono uno che vuole farti a pezzi con un’ascia,» mi affrettai a dire. «È quello che direbbe uno che vuole farmi a pezzi con un’ascia.» «Ma… ma non lo sono.» La sua fragorosa risata risuonò nella quiete notturna. «Mica pensavo sul serio che lo eri, bambi. E poi, dove la prendevi un’ascia a quest’ora?»
Alexis Hall (Glitterland (Spires, #1))
They fluttered and rustled ceaselessly through the air from all the tree-tops and branches. A delicate silvery sound was falling constantly to earth. It was wonderful to awaken amidst it, wonderful to fall asleep to this mysterious and melancholy whispering.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
I gave myself a little shake. So if Gideon was carrying on as if nothing had happened—well, thanks a lot, I could do the same. “Okay, let’s get out of here,” I said brightly. “I’m cold.” I tried to push past him, but he took hold of my arm and stopped me. “Listen, about all that just now . . .” He stopped, probably hoping I was going to interrupt him. Which of course I wasn’t. I was only too keen to hear what he had to say. I also found breathing difficult when he was standing so close to me. “That kiss . . . I didn’t mean . . .” Once again it was only half a sentence. But I immediately finished it in my mind. I didn’t mean it that way. Well, obviously, but then he shouldn’t have done it, should he? It was like setting fire to a curtain and then wondering why the whole house burned down. (Okay, silly comparison.) I wasn’t going to make it any easier for him. I looked at him coolly and expectantly. That is, I tried to look at him coolly and expectantly, but I probably really had an expression on my face saying, Oh, I’m cute little Bambie, please don’t shoot me! There was nothing I could do about that. All I needed was for my lower lip to start trembling. I didn’t mean it that way! Go on, say it! But Gideon didn’t say anything. He took a hairpin out of my untidy hair (by now my complicated arrangement of strands must have looked as if a couple of birds had been nesting in it), took one strand, and wound it around his finger. With his other hand, he began stroking my fact, and then he bent down and kissed me again, this time very cautiously. I closed my eyes—and the same thing happened as before: my brain suffered that delicious break in transmission. (Well, all it was transmitting was oh, hmm, and more!) But that lasted only about ten seconds, because then a voice right beside us said, irritated, “Not starting that stuff up again, are you?
Kerstin Gier (Saphirblau (Edelstein-Trilogie, #2))
«C’è un mucchio di cose che hanno senso, bambi, e a volte, quando pensi che non ce l’hanno è solo perché stai cercando un altro tipo di significato.» «Che Dio mi aiuti, mi sto facendo fare una sega da Yoda.» «Ah-ah, una sega la via per il lato oscuro è.» «Oh, Gesù d’amore acceso, taci. Ti prego, taci. Io qui sto cercando di venire.»
Alexis Hall (Glitterland (Spires, #1))
Bertha kept things interesting, always shaky and a little unstable
Bambi Sparkles (Saving Bertha (A Love Story About Homosexuals and Butt-Sex))
Drag is armor, darling. No matter how you look at it. Once I become Bambi, nobody can hurt me. Not my family, not the drunk assholes at the bar, nobody. A good lace-front wig and the right contouring are as strong a bulletproof vest as I’ve ever needed.
Jeffery Self (Drag Teen)
I was nearly asleep when Rico said, “Bambi’s convinced I’ve slept with half of you. She wouldn’t tell me which half, but since there are more men than women, that means she thinks I’ve sucked some dick. It’s not that I’m scared of dick, but I don’t know how I feel about balls hitting my chin, you know?” Chris and Tanner burst out laughing even as most of the rest of us groaned.
T.J. Klune (Heartsong (Green Creek, #3))
Everything you say,' Geno said rather irritably, 'contradicts itself.' 'Of course it does,' the screech owl rejoined obscurely. 'Otherwise, how would anyone ever keep to the middle of the road?
Felix Salten (Bambi's Children)
It’s Bambi,” I correct, unable to stifle a laugh. “And chill, dude. Bambi’s a cartoon character from my childhood. You know, the Disney one?” “Never watched them,” he mutters, climbing the stairs. “Too busy having a life.” I pause at the bottom of them and gawk at the back of his head. “Never… watched… a Disney…” I echo.
G. Bailey (Alpha Hell (The Rejected Mate, #1))
The black bird cocked its head to one side, and then said, in a voice like stones being struck, 'You shadow man.' 'I'm Shadow,' said Shadow. The bird hopped up onto the fawn's rump, raised its head, ruffled its crown and neck feathers. It was enormous and its eyes were black beads. There was something intimidating about a bird that size, this close. 'Says he will see you in Kay-ro.' tokked the raven. Shadow wondered which of Odin's ravens this was: Huginn or Munnin, Memory or Thought. 'Kay-ro?' he asked. 'In Egypt.' 'How am I going to go to Egypt?' 'Follow Mississippi. Go south. Find Jackal.' 'Look,' said Shadow, 'I don't want to seem like I'm-- Jesus, look...' he paused. Regrouped. He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi. 'Okay. What I'm trying to say is I don't want mysteries.' 'Mysteries,' agreed the bird helpfully. 'What I want is explanations. Jackal in Kay-ro. This does not help me. It's a line from a bad spy thriller.
Neil Gaiman (American Gods (American Gods, #1))
What do you want? What do you know about it? What are you talking about? Everything belongs to Him, just as I do. But I, I love Him. I worship Him, I serve Him. Do you think you can oppose Him, poor creatures like you? He's all-powerful. He's above all of you. Everything we have comes from Him. Everything that lives or grows comes from Him.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
A robin perched on the branch of the apple tree, his feathers ruffled, his red chest blazing. 'No need to look so down in the mouth,' he chirruped. 'Things'll get worse before they get better.' 'I don't know what it is about that tree,' Geno grumbled, 'that makes everything that sits in it talk in proverbs.' 'It's easier than thinking,' the robin stated.
Felix Salten (Bambi's Children)
Marena," he said with an effort, "Marena...." He did not recognize her. His voice failed.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
The only other time I've seen Paul cry was when he got hit in the teeth with a cricket bat when he was fourteen. And that time Diana made us watch 'Bambi'.
Leanne Hall (Queen of the Night (This is Shyness, #2))
For the world’s biggest slut, Bambi was an awesome big sister. And no, that wasn’t an insult; Bambi took pride in winning the title year after year.
Eve Langlais (Lucifer's Daughter (Princess of Hell, #1))
made by Nurse Bambi, my private assistant.
Rick Riordan (The Sword of Summer (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, #1))
He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi.
Neil Gaiman (American Gods (American Gods, #1))
«Che accidenti di problema hai? Come puoi legarti a me se sono sempre con un piede fuori dalla porta?» «Non lo so. Senti, bambi, lo so che pensi che sono un po’ superficiale, e probabilmente lo sono, a essere onesto, ma non penso che sarà facile, e non penso che andrà sempre tutto bene. Ma anche se non andrà sempre tutto bene, mi sta bene uguale, perché le cose non vanno sempre bene, è così che funziona. E penso che comunque non ha senso preoccuparsi per cose che magari non succederanno mai.» «Oh, Dio,» mugugnai. «È tornato il saggio Yoda.» «Già.»
Alexis Hall (Glitterland (Spires, #1))
I had the strangest sensation that something was staring at me, and when I looked at Roth, Bambi’s head would be visible on his neck. “She likes you.” “What?” “Bambi,” he explained. “She’s trying to keep an eye on you while she’s resting.” Yet again, I wondered if Roth could read thoughts. He claimed he couldn’t. “I’m...happy to hear that.” “You should be. Normally she likes to eat people.
Jennifer L. Armentrout (Rage and Ruin (The Harbinger, #2))
Darling,” she said. She turned to me, squinting her eyes, making her long lashes flicker. “Wait a second, what’s your name, anyway?” “Bambi,” Marc said. “Rachael.”“Aw.” Future shook her head. “Naw, you don’t look like a Rachael.” “Because you’re a Bambi,” Marc said. Stone, C. L. (2014-08-09). Liar: The Scarab Beetle Series: #2 (The Academy Scarab Beetle Series) (pp. 216-217). Arcato Publishing. Kindle Edition.
C.L. Stone (Liar (The Scarab Beetle, #2))
it occurred to him that there were a lot of stories for kids with stuff like this in them, stuff that threw acid all over your emotions. Hansel and Gretel being turned out into the forest, Bambi’s mother getting scragged by a hunter, the death of Old Yeller. It was easy to hurt little kids, easy to make them cry, and this seemed to bring out a strangely sadistic streak in many story-tellers . . . including, it seemed, Beryl Evans.
Stephen King (The Waste Lands (The Dark Tower, #3))
«Non sono qui perché sono a pezzi, sono qui perché mi sento completo. Problematico, probabilmente immeritevole, ma completo. Non ho bisogno di te, ma ti voglio. Ti voglio.» La mia voce si era fatta roca in modo imbarazzante. «Da morire. E…» Un altro respiro, un altro respiro. «Forse ti amo. O potrei amarti. O potrei arrivare ad amarti.» Avvertii un brusco capogiro, come se fossi sul punto di svenire o se stessi perdendo sangue dal naso. «Occhessoio.» «Oh, bambi,» disse Darian sorridendo, «sei un sacco romanico.» Rimasi a fissarlo, stordito e terrorizzato. «Oh, Dio. Allora è vero. Mi sa che ti amo. Ti amo sul serio.» Risi, non senza una punta di isteria. «Ti amo.» «Già.» Darian annuì con espressione saggia. «Io l’avevo pensato che eri innamorato di me. E poi ho pensato di no. E poi ho pensato che non lo eri per niente. E poi ho pensato di nuovo che lo eri. È tutt’apposto, bambi.»
Alexis Hall (Glitterland (Spires, #1))
All of her work was unsigned- a minot enough fact, but at the time, a disproportionately refreshing one. Bambi Kramer's and Ridgefield's pictures had all been either signed or- and it somehow seemed even more irritating- initialled.
J.D. Salinger (Nine Stories)
Don't lose your head," screamed the pheasant. And at the same time his voice broke in a whistling gasp and, spreading his wings, he flew up with a loud whir. Bambi watched how he flew straight up, directly between the trees, beating his wings. The dark metallic blue and greenish-brown marking son his body gleamed like gold. His long tail feathers swept proudly behind him. A short crash like thunder sounded sharply. The pheasant suddenly crumpled up in mid-flight.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
Come ti chiami?» «A.A. Winters.» «Cosa? È così che ti chiami?» «Sì,» risposi in tono impaziente. «È così che mi chiamo.» «Ma tipo, anche a letto occhessoio? Ti chiamano A.A. Winters?» Lo guardai dritto negli occhi. «No, a letto mi chiamano Dio.» Rise di nuovo, la stessa fragorosa risata priva di inibizioni. «Mi piace,» disse strascicando le sillabe finché le due parole non furono quasi irriconoscibili. «Ma, sul serio, bambi, come ti chiami? Mia nonna dice di non andare colla gente che non ti dice il suo nome.» «Hai… intenzione di venire con me?» «Ci sto pensando,» disse, un po’ timidamente per qualcuno che stava discutendo di una botta e via. «Be’, d’accordo. Immagino che tu possa chiamarmi Ash»
Alexis Hall (Glitterland (Spires, #1))
Most people don't know this, but fear can be smelled as easily as it can be seen. It seeps into the pheromones and releases through sweat. It triggers a heightened response in the brain of those that smell it, and my Bambi smells f*cking delicious.
Lee Jacquot (The Four Leaf)
Not every girl has a bad-boy problem. Some of my friends get into relationships constantly. Others cheat all the time, or run away. Some get jealous. Some think they are too undateable to even try. Our dating pool is a circus of fuckups, misfits, and past mistakes that we keep on making. The brand of baggage you’re carrying on your back is the issue. But most of all, I think we fear the same thing. I think that thing is love. Real love. Think of your first love. Think of how Bambi-like you were, prancing around all excited and in love with everything. Then think of how that happiness was beaten to death with a hatchet, spit on, shit on, leaving you cold. If you watch something you care about get destroyed, you’re not going to want to go back to that place, no matter how pleasant it ever was.
Alida Nugent (Don't Worry, It Gets Worse: One Twentysomething's (Mostly Failed) Attempts at Adulthood)
... a tiny room, furnished in early MFI, of which every surface was covered in china ornaments and plaster knick-knacks whose only virtue was that they were small, and therefore of limited individual horribleness. Cumulatively, they were like an infestation. Little vases, ashtrays, animals, shepherdesses, tramps, boots, tobys, ruined castles, civic shields of seaside towns, thimbles, bambis, pink goggle-eyed puppies sitting up and begging, scooped-out swans plainly meant to double as soap dishes, donkeys with empry panniers which ought to have held pin-cushions or perhaps bunches of violets -- all jostled together in a sad visual cacophony of bad taste and birthday presents and fading holiday memories, too many to be loved, justifying themselves by their sheer weight of numbers as 'collections' do.
Cynthia Harrod-Eagles (Blood Lines (Bill Slider, #5))
When animal rights activists or moral philosophers try to draw moral judgments about wild animal populations, they often suffer from a bad case of “Bambi Ethics” or “Bambi Environmentalism.” They apply human morals to nature in a superficial way, without considering the actual ethical or environmental consequences of their actions.
John Durant (The Paleo Manifesto: Ancient Wisdom for Lifelong Health)
There's nothing so unreliable as figures, and everybody but a mathematician knows that. Figures lie right to your face.
Marjorie Benton Cooke (Bambi)
Mijn mond in een pijnlijke grimas vertrekkend vraag ik me af of hij serieus is. 'Wat verwacht je nou dat ik zeg? Als je mij een Bloempje vindt, mag je mij best een Bloempje noemen ofzo?' Ik zet mijn hand in mijn zij en ik richt mijn kin uitdagend op. Bijdehand kan ik ook zijn, zeker als hij erom vraagt. Ook al ben ik één van die sneue mensen die de disney-film Bambi kan citeren.
Marielle Brouwer (Chaos & Structure (Structure #1))
And it was true that if you categorized people by which Disney character they were, then Jonah would always be Bambi. Motherless, graceful, unobtrusive. Ethan--Jiminy Cricket, the annoying little conscience... just look at Ash. In the Disney hierarchy she was Snow White... He paused to wonder which Disney character Jules was, and realized that Disney did not make women or girls or woodland animals that were like her.
Meg Wolitzer (The Interestings)
«È come battere le palpebre, hai presente? Una di quelle cose che fai senza doverci pensare.» Scossi la testa. «Per la maggior parte della gente, forse. Per me è un impegno quotidiano che a volte non mi sento di portare avanti. Ma odio averci provato. Odio non esserci riuscito. Queste cicatrici non sono qui per ricordarmi il meraviglioso momento in cui ho scelto la vita. Rappresentano un fallimento bello e buono. Se fosse dipeso da me, non sarei qui.»I suoi occhi erano fissi sui miei. Nel cerchio di luce disegnato dalla mia lampada, erano di un azzurro tendente al verde. Era come guardare il cielo mentre nuotavi sott’acqua. «Lo pensi serio, bambi?»Aprii la bocca per rispondere, ma non potevo ricambiare tutta quell’onestà, tutta quella speranza e generosità, con una bugia che avrebbe reso più semplici le cose per me. «A volte,» ammisi infine. «Ma non sempre. Sarebbe stato molto più semplice, però…» Deglutii. «Immagino mi sarei perso dei bei momenti.» Era strano – forse terribile –, ma per qualche ragione trovavo più semplice parlare del desiderio di morire che di quello di vivere. «Non sono dei momenti che avrei pensato di volere,» continuai. «A volte penso siano molto brevi. Come il crepitio delle foglie autunnali. Il profumo del Lapsang. E forse anche scrivere. E come te, Darian.»
Alexis Hall (Glitterland (Spires, #1))
Antidepression medication is temperamental. Somewhere around fifty-nine or sixty I noticed the drug I’d been taking seemed to have stopped working. This is not unusual. The drugs interact with your body chemistry in different ways over time and often need to be tweaked. After the death of Dr. Myers, my therapist of twenty-five years, I’d been seeing a new doctor whom I’d been having great success with. Together we decided to stop the medication I’d been on for five years and see what would happen... DEATH TO MY HOMETOWN!! I nose-dived like the diving horse at the old Atlantic City steel pier into a sloshing tub of grief and tears the likes of which I’d never experienced before. Even when this happens to me, not wanting to look too needy, I can be pretty good at hiding the severity of my feelings from most of the folks around me, even my doctor. I was succeeding well with this for a while except for one strange thing: TEARS! Buckets of ’em, oceans of ’em, cold, black tears pouring down my face like tidewater rushing over Niagara during any and all hours of the day. What was this about? It was like somebody opened the floodgates and ran off with the key. There was NO stopping it. 'Bambi' tears... 'Old Yeller' tears... 'Fried Green Tomatoes' tears... rain... tears... sun... tears... I can’t find my keys... tears. Every mundane daily event, any bump in the sentimental road, became a cause to let it all hang out. It would’ve been funny except it wasn’t. Every meaningless thing became the subject of a world-shattering existential crisis filling me with an awful profound foreboding and sadness. All was lost. All... everything... the future was grim... and the only thing that would lift the burden was one-hundred-plus on two wheels or other distressing things. I would be reckless with myself. Extreme physical exertion was the order of the day and one of the few things that helped. I hit the weights harder than ever and paddleboarded the equivalent of the Atlantic, all for a few moments of respite. I would do anything to get Churchill’s black dog’s teeth out of my ass. Through much of this I wasn’t touring. I’d taken off the last year and a half of my youngest son’s high school years to stay close to family and home. It worked and we became closer than ever. But that meant my trustiest form of self-medication, touring, was not at hand. I remember one September day paddleboarding from Sea Bright to Long Branch and back in choppy Atlantic seas. I called Jon and said, “Mr. Landau, book me anywhere, please.” I then of course broke down in tears. Whaaaaaaaaaa. I’m surprised they didn’t hear me in lower Manhattan. A kindly elderly woman walking her dog along the beach on this beautiful fall day saw my distress and came up to see if there was anything she could do. Whaaaaaaaaaa. How kind. I offered her tickets to the show. I’d seen this symptom before in my father after he had a stroke. He’d often mist up. The old man was usually as cool as Robert Mitchum his whole life, so his crying was something I loved and welcomed. He’d cry when I’d arrive. He’d cry when I left. He’d cry when I mentioned our old dog. I thought, “Now it’s me.” I told my doc I could not live like this. I earned my living doing shows, giving interviews and being closely observed. And as soon as someone said “Clarence,” it was going to be all over. So, wisely, off to the psychopharmacologist he sent me. Patti and I walked in and met a vibrant, white-haired, welcoming but professional gentleman in his sixties or so. I sat down and of course, I broke into tears. I motioned to him with my hand; this is it. This is why I’m here. I can’t stop crying! He looked at me and said, “We can fix this.” Three days and a pill later the waterworks stopped, on a dime. Unbelievable. I returned to myself. I no longer needed to paddle, pump, play or challenge fate. I didn’t need to tour. I felt normal.
Bruce Springsteen (Born to Run)
My mind went back to Bambi. If there were too many deer, then hunters were given the opportunity to shoot them. Cheating husbands were also a problem in the balance of nature, and there were far too many of them. Why couldn't there be open season on cheating husbands? Deceived wives could purchase a gun, take lessons, and receive a cheating-husband hunting license complete with a big red A label to tie to the man's zipper after the kill. Open season could be scheduled months in advance to give the husbands a fighting chance. They could hide in refuges or stay home and take their chances at being shot through the living room window as they watched Monday Night Football.
Carolyn Brown (The Ladies' Room)
BECAUSE MY FATHER WASN’T allowed to hunt hippies, he decided to settle for hunting deer instead. It was a good compromise, all things considered. Deer were the pacifists of the animal kingdom. They sat around doing weeds all day and didn’t even try to get jobs. The males of the species pranced and ate salad and had a hundred kids they didn’t know about. In November, a long line of them marched to the polls, leaves held delicately in their mouths, each marked with the name of the Green Party candidate. A deer, in short, was a peace sign made out of meat, and the only way to fight it was with bullets. “PROPAGANDA!” he once burst out suddenly, when he caught Mary and me watching Bambi in the living room, curled up together on the couch. If there was any fictional character my father hated, it was Bambi.
Patricia Lockwood (Priestdaddy)
Nous avons ete amies," I added. "There,that's two in French, and using past perfect, no less." I couldn't see his expression clearly. It flet like a long time before he said anything. "Ella..." He paused, then, "What happened? Between you and Anna?" "Other than the fact that I'm a fashion-impaired poor kid who draws doorknobs? Haven't a clue." Alex leaned forward. Now I could see his face. He looked annoyed. "Why do you do that? Diminish yourself?" "I don't-" "Bullshit." I could feel my cheeks flaming, feel my shoulders curving inward. "I don't-" "Right.Don't.Just don't, with me, anyway. I like you better feisty." I couldn't help it; that made me smile. "Did you really just say 'feisty'?" "I did.It's a good word." "It's am old word, favored by granddads and pirates." "Yar," Alex sighed. "Face it.You're just an old-fashioned guy." "Whatever.Three...?" "Three," I said, and changed my mind midthought. "I haven't been able to decide if Willing is the second best thing that ever happened to me, or the second worst." "What are the firsts?" "Nope.Uh-uh.It is not for you to ask, Alexander Bainbridge, but to reveal." He drained his glass and rolled it back and forth between his hands. "I had all these funny admissions planned, but you've screwed up my plans. Hey. Don't go all wounded-wide-eyed on me. It's cute, that Bambi thing you have going, but beside the point.Now I have to rethink." "You don't-" "Quiet.One: My name isn't Alexander." He sat up straight and gave his chest a resounding thump. "Menya zavut Alexei Pavlovich Dillwyn Bainbridge. Not Alexander. I don't think anyone outside my family knows that.
Melissa Jensen (The Fine Art of Truth or Dare)
At an NRA annual meeting in Cincinnati in 1977, Second Amendment “absolutists” took control of the NRA from previous leaders who thought the organization was really there to protect marksmen. Gun nuts call this event the Revolt at Cincinnati. Our modern epidemic of mass shootings can, more or less, be traced to these yahoos winning control of that organization. The ammosexuals reformed the NRA from the generally benign conglomeration of Bambi killers to the grotesque weapon of mass destruction we know it to be today. It was this new NRA that invented the radical rationalization of the Second Amendment as a right to armed self-defense. It was this new NRA that gained political supremacy in the Republican party. It was this new NRA that got Ronald Reagan, who once signed one of the most sweeping gun restrictions in the nation, to sign the Firearm Owners Protection Act of 1986, an act that rolled back many of the restrictions from the Gun Control Act. The NRA’s wholesale reimagining of the Second Amendment hasn’t just lured Republican politicians, it’s become part of the gospel of Republican judges. The Federalist Society and the Heritage Foundation, the two outside interest groups most responsible for telling Republican judges how to rule, have fully adopted an absolutist, blood-soaked interpretation of the Second Amendment. These groups of alleged “textualists” read “well regulated militia” clear out of the text of the Amendment. Instead, they substitute self-defense as the “original purpose” of the language. There was an original purpose to the Second Amendment, but it wasn’t to keep people safe. It was to preserve white supremacy and slavery.
Elie Mystal (Allow Me to Retort: A Black Guy’s Guide to the Constitution)
Afterward, we went to grab a bite of dinner. Just like at lunch, we talked forever. We shut that restaurant down. They actually had to tell us to leave because they were closing. So then we stood in the parking lot talking. It was freezing but neither of us wanted to go home. We stood out there so long that the employees of the restaurant had already cleaned up and left. We were completely alone in the lot. Then she did the most adorable thing. I don’t know how the conversation had gone this way but flat feet came up. So all of a sudden she chirped, “I have really flat feet. I’m like a rabbit!” And then, without warning, she whipped off one of her cowboy boots and tapped her foot on the ground really fast. Bump-bump-bump-bump. “I’m like Thumper from Bambi!” she exclaimed. I couldn’t believe it. I thought, This girl is crazy and I absolutely love it. I was laughing, she was laughing, and I decided to go in for the kiss. I leaned in and then she suddenly leaned back. Crap. I was so embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I went in for it, and it wasn’t good.” I hung my head down. “No, no, no, I panicked! Please, try again!” she said. “No, I won’t make a fool of myself twice in one night. We’ll try again another day,” I said and I changed the subject. I was talking about something else for a while and then she whispered, “Just kiss me.” I did and it was incredible. Every moment I spent with this girl, I fell more and more in love with her.
Noah Galloway (Living with No Excuses: The Remarkable Rebirth of an American Soldier)
He had a rough idea where he was going, since Rylann had previously mentioned that she lived in Roscoe Village. At the stoplight at Belmont Avenue, he pulled out his cell phone and scrolled through his contacts. The beauty of text messaging, he realized, was in its simplicity. He didn’t have to try to explain things, nor did he have to attempt to parse through all the banter in an attempt to figure out what she might be thinking. Instead, he could keep things short and sweet. I’D LIKE TO SEE YOU. He hit send. To kill time while he waited for her response, he drove in the direction of his sister’s wine shop, figuring he could always drop in and harass Jordan about something. This time, however, she beat him to the punch. “So who’s the brunette bombshell?” Jordan asked as soon as he walked into the shop and took a seat at the main bar. Damn. He’d forgotten about the stupid Scene and Heard column. Kyle helped himself to a cracker and some Brie cheese sitting on the bar. “I’m going to say…Angelina Jolie. Actually, no—Megan Fox.” “Megan Fox is, like, twenty-five.” “And this is a problem why, exactly?” Jordan slapped his hand as he reached for more crackers. “Those are for customers.” She put her hand on her hip. “You know, after reading the Scene and Heard column, I’d kind of hoped it was Rylann they were talking about. And that maybe, just maybe, my ne’er-do-well twin had decided to stop playing around and finally pursue a woman of quality.” He stole another cracker. “Now, that would be something.” She shook her head. “Why do I bother? You know, one day you’re going to wake up and…” Kyle’s cell phone buzzed, and he tuned out the rest of Jordan’s lecture—he could probably repeat the whole thing word for word by now—as he checked the incoming message. It was from Rylann, her response as short and sweet as his original text. 3418 CORNELIA, #3. He had her address. With a smile, he looked up and interrupted his sister. “That’s great, Jordo. Hey, by any chance do you have any bottles of that India Ink cabernet lying around?” She stopped midrant and stared at him. “I’m sure I do. Why, what made you think of that?” Then her face broke into a wide grin. “Wait a second…that was the wine Rylann talked about when she was here. She said it was one of her favorites.” “Did she? Funny coincidence.” Jordan put her hand over her heart. “Oh my God, you’re trying to impress her. That is so cute.” “Don’t be ridiculous,” Kyle scoffed. “I just thought, since I’ve heard such good things about the wine, that I would give it a shot.” Jordan gave him a look, cutting through all the bullshit. “Kyle. She’s going to love it.” Okay, whatever. Maybe he was trying to impress Rylann a little. “You don’t think it’s too much? Like I’m trying too hard?” Jordan put her hand over her heart again. “Oh. It’s like watching Bambi take his first steps.” “Jordo…” he growled warningly. With a smile, she put her hand on his shoulder and squeezed affectionately. “It’s perfect. Trust me.
Julie James (About That Night (FBI/US Attorney, #3))
Salamanders are so very much the "other," cold, slimy creatures verging on repulsive to the warm-blooded Homo sapiens. Their startling otherness makes it all the more remarkable that we were here tonight in their defense. Amphibians offer few of the warm fuzzy feelings that fuel our protection of charismatic mammals that look back at us with Bambi's grateful eyes. They bring us face to face with our innate xenophobia, sometimes directed at other species and sometimes directed at our own, whether in this hollow or in deserts halfway around the globe. Being with salamanders gives honor to otherness, offers an antidote to the poison of xenophobia. Each time we rescue slippery, spotted beings we attest their right to be, to live in the sovereign territory of their own lives.
Robin Wall Kimmerer (Braiding Sweetgrass)
Is that—is that the Enchanted Forest?” The airy, beautiful shop on the edge of the magical village looks like a forest that’s growing within four wood walls. The opened display window is as charming as a scene out of Bambi, with birds twittering as they flutter in and out and vines winding glass bottles filled with jewel-tone liquids.
Julie Abe (The Charmed List)
Cowboy to Spykid." And Harry Bolt said, "I wish you wouldn't call me that. I need a better call sign. And I don't want Junior G-Man, Wonder Boy, Bambi, Scrappy-Do, Happy Meal, Fresh Meat, Zombie Bait, Boy Wonder, Shirley Temple, Red Shirt, Bear Cub, Son of a Gun, or any of the other stupid names you suggested." "Really?" I said. "Now's the time for this?" "I want to be called Jester." "Jester? You think this shit's funny?" "No," he said. "Because I don't think it's funny. The name's ironic." "You're an idiot." "I still want to be called Jester. It sounds cool.
Jonathan Maberry (Kill Switch (Joe Ledger, #8))
Блідий світанок заповзав у ліс. З лугів устав молочно-білий туман: навколо панувала та надзвичайна тиша, яка завжди передує народженню нового літнього дня. Ще не прокинулись ні ґави, ні сороки, спала й сойка.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Тепер він стояв під великим дубом край лугу і, сторожко озираючись навкруги, пив ранковий вітерець – чистий, світлий вітерець, який пахнув землею, росою, травою і мокрим деревом. Бембі на повні груди вдихав повітря, йому раптом стало так легко на серці, як давно вже не було. Він весело йшов на луг, засланий білим туманом.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Якось після грозової зливи на землю спустився тихий вечір. Під променями сонця, яке вже ховалося за обрій, урочисто світилося безхмарне голубе небо. У верховітті дерев виспівували дрозди й зяблики, в чагарнику цвірінчали синиці, у траві й на землі під кущами лунав металічний крик фазанів, голосно й радісно сміявся дятел, ніжно туркотіли голуби.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Ліс парував під гарячим промінням. Тільки-но зійшовши, сонце поглинуло всі хмари на небі, не залишило навіть найменшої, і тепер стало єдиним володарем безмежної, збляклої від спеки блакиті. Над лугами й верхів'ями дерев повітря тремтіло прозорими хвилями, наче над полум'ям. Не ворушився жоден листок, жодна травинка. Мовчали пташки, поховавшись між листям. Спустіли стежки й дороги в лісі: жоден звір не виглядає о цій порі зі свого сховку. Залитий сліпучим світлом, ліс притих, мов зачарований. Земля, дерева, куші й звірі – все принишкло під млосним подихом спеки.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Гострий, гіркуватий дух нагрітого сонцем ялівцю і ніжні пахощі вовчих ягід п'янили Бембі, вливали в нього нову силу
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Бембі подобалося стояти на березі й дивитись на спокійний плин води між тихих берегів. Холодний подих хвиль приносив свіжі, гіркуваті запахи, що будили в душі безтурботність і довіру до всього. Бембі стояв і дивився на качок, які плавали купками поміж очеретом.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Треба рухатись! - весело вигукувала вона. - Як хочеш вижити й бути ситим - треба рухатися! Очеретянка
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Вони бігали, пустували, гралися на зеленому шамотливому шовку, яким був покритий луг, і зовсім забули про те незрозуміле й страшне, що турбувало їх кілька хвилин тому.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Він навчився слухати. Не просто чути те, що діється поблизу і, так би мовити, само лізе у вуха – це не штука. Тепер він навчився вслухатись у той далекий, ледве вловимий шелест, що приносить вітер, розрізняв найтонші лісові звуки. Він знав, наприклад, що десь віддалік пробіг крізь чагарник фазан, і відразу вгадував його легку, дрібненьку ходу. Він пізнавав на слух лісових мишей, що безупинно шастали туди й сюди своїми куценькими стежками. Пізнавав м'яке тупотіння кротів, що завжди, коли були в доброму гуморі, гасали круг бузини. Він знав відважний дзвінкий крик сокола і відчував у ньому сердиті нотки, коли яструб чи орел вторгались у соколові володіння. Знав помах крил лісових голубів, далекий, плавний політ качок і багато, багато чого ще.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Він умів тепер нюхати повітря й визначати, чим воно пахне. Колі вітер прилітав з лугу, Бембі казав собі: це конюшина, це мітлиця, а десь поблизу сидить наш приятель заєць. Він уловлював серед запахів листя, землі, пирію і смілки, густий дух тхора, що шаснув десь поблизу, дізнавався, добре принюхавшись до землі, що лисиця вийшла на полювання...
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Коли він знов поглянув на землю, то здивовано помітив, що від кожного його кроку з трави вискакували тисячі дрібненьких метких істот. Вони розсипалися на всі боки зеленим дощем і, на мить з'явившись у повітрі, знов щезали в зеленій траві.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Він шалено мчав лугом, сп'янілий від широкого простору, високого неба й вільного повітря...
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Бембі й сам трохи був задрімав, та зненацька прокинувся, сповнений свіжих сил. Він підвівся і озирнувся навколо. В хижці стояв присмерк. Ледь чутно шелестів ліс. Як і досі, щебетали синиці, зрідка лунав дзвінкий сміх дятла або сумний крик ґави.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Настає холоднеча, листя від морозу жовкне, буріє, червоніє і поволі опадає. Осиротілі дерева й кущі простягають до неба голе віття. А сухе листя встеляє землю і шелестить від кожного кроку, даючи знати, коли хтось іде. О, це добре, сухе листя! Яку послугу робить воно лісовим жителям, пильнуючи їхній спокій!
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Все спокійно. Тільки маленькі синиці про щось торохтять між собою, теревенять кропив'янки, які майже зовсім не можуть мовчати, та дикі голуби знай ніжно туркотять.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Дощ почав ущухати. Здавалося, ліс глибоко дихає, підставивши своє зелене тіло під прозорі, прохолодні струмені води.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Настав ранок і приніс жахливу подію. Він був безхмарний, росяний і свіжий. Щедро вмиті, дужче, ніж завжди, пахли дерева й кущі, духмяні хвилі слав навсібіч луг. – Пі-і, – сказали, прокинувшись, синиці. Вони запищали тихо-тихо, адже навколо ще стояли сіруваті сутінки. На якийсь час знов запала тиша. Потім звідкись згори почулися хрипкі, тріскотливі голоси ґав, які, прокинувшись, вітали одна одну на верхів'ях дерев. Миттю озвалась і сорока...
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Але то були тільки поодинокі голоси, ліс стояв ще скутий сном і сутінками. Аж ось прилетів чорний дрізд і примостився на верховітті бука. Він вибрав найвищу гілку, з якої було видно все навкруги, кинув погляд на схід, де, стомлене ніччю, спалахувало й оживало блідо-сіре небо, і почав співати. Знизу він здавався невеличкою темною плямою, схожою на зів'ялий листочок, але його пісня бадьоро й радісно лунала над лісом. Усе ожило. Співали зяблики, вільшанки й щиглики. Гучно лопотіли крильми голуби, перелітаючи з місця на місце. На всю горлянку кричали фазани. З м'яким, але далеко чутним шелестом злітали вони на землю з кущів, на яких ночували, скрикували різким, з металевим відтінком голосом, тоді починали тихо воркотати.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Вона літала між гілок туди-сюди, і її жовте кругле тіло блищало в ранкових променях, немов крилата золота куля. Бембі вийшов з-за велетенського дуба на луг. Луг блищав росою, пахнув травами, квітами й вологою землею, звучав тисячоголосим життям.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Ніколи ще Бембі з матір'ю не приходили на луг так рано, як цього вечора. Власне, до вечора було далеко. Сонце ще високо стояло в небі, повітря було свіже, живлюще, і пахло дужче, ніж звичайно. Ліс дзвенів на тисячі голосів, усі його мешканці вийшли зі своїх сховищ і квапилися розповісти одне одному про щойно пережите.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Настав час, коли Бембі спізнав смак шовкової трави ніжних пуп'янків і солодкої конюшини.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Бембі нічогісінько не зрозумів і пішов далі. Він уже трохи заспокоївся. Ліс співав навколо нього. Сонце позолотило й нагріло повітря, всюди приємно пахло листям, травою і подихом землі. Молода сила заграла в Бембі, розлилася по всьому тілу, він весь напружився і рушив уперед чітким, повільним кроком. Ось він підійшов до куща бузини і, високо піднімаючи коліна, став рити землю. Тонкі, гострі ратиці стесали траву, лісовий горох, пір, фіалки й проліски, що росли під кущем, і незабаром на всі боки полетіли грудки чорної землі.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Світ невпізнанно змінився...Йому подобалось, як білий густий туман ранками огортав луг, а коли сходило сонце, танув у його промінні. Припав до серця малому іній, що враз робив луг і дерева незвичайно білими. Якийсь час у Бембі викликав захоплення могутній крик велетнів-оленів, його родичів. Увесь ліс здригався від їхнів голосів. Бембі й страшно ставало, коли він чув поклик цих королів, і водночас серце його завмирало від захвату. "Їхні корони, – думав Бембі, – немов крислаті дерева, а їхні голоси такі дужі, як і корони
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Коли ж минула пора кохання оленів-королів і замовкли їхні могутні голоси, Бембі став помічати й дещо інше. Блукаючи вночі лісом або відпочиваючи вдень у своїй хижці, він чув шепіт листопаду. Шаруділо й шурхотіло на кожному верховітті, на кожній гілці, по всьому лісі. Ніжний сріблястий шелест день і ніч лився з дерев на землю. Було так приємно чути його, прокидаючись, і так хороше засинати під цей таємничий, тужливий шепіт. Тепер листя вкривало землю грубим шаром і шаруділо при кожному кроці. Його було так весело розгрібати ногами! Листя шелестіло "шш-шш!" – ніжно, ясно, сріблясто. Це шарудіння давало мешканцям лісу неабияку користь – їм не треба було тепер дуже прислухатись та принюхуватись: адже листя ще здаля попереджало про найменший рух у лісі.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Бембі спочатку зрадів снігові. Коли падали білі зірочки, в лісі ставало тихо й тепло, а світ здавався оновленим, ясним і радісним. А тільки-но визирало сонце, біла ковдра землі так яскріла, сяяла й виблискувала, аж очі сліпило.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Бембі стежив, як він прямо й стрімко здіймався між деревами, лопочучи крильми і сяючи своїм чудовим темно-голубим і золотавим убранням, неначе самоцвітами.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
З верб уже давно опали сережки. Все зазеленіло, але молоді листочки на кущах і деревах були ще зовсім невеличкі. Осяяні лагідним світлом раннього ранку, свіжі, немов усміхнені, вони скидались на дітей, які щойно прокинулися.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Навколо росли ліщина, кизил, терен і бузина. Високі клени, буки й дуби накинули над хащею зелений дах; з твердого темно-бурого ґрунту пнулися вгору папороть, лісовий горох і шавлія. А зовсім унизу горнулися до землі листочки фіалок, які вже відцвіли, і суниць, що тільки-но починали цвісти. Світло ранкового сонця снувалося поміж густим листям золотими нитками. Ліс дзвенів на тисячі голосів, він весь був сповнений їхнім веселим хвилюванням. Радісно кричала іволга, безупинно туркотіли голуби, свистіли дрозди, видзвонювали зяблики, цінькали синиці. Крізь їхній спів пробивався сварливий крик сича, веселий сміх сорок, тріскуче, з металевим відтінком сокотання фазанів. Іноді всі голоси заглушав пронизливий, радісний зойк дятла. А вгорі, над верховіттям дерев, дзвінко й наполегливо лунав клич сокола і чувся хрипкий хор ґав.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Раннє літо. Дерева стоять нерухомо, простягнувши руки-гілки до блакитного неба, з якого сонце ллє на них свою життєдайну силу. Жива стіна кущів укрита цвітом ніби червоними, білими й жовтими зірочками. На деяких уже вдруге з'явилися пуп'янки; ніжні міцні й рішучі, вони густо сидять на тонких гілочках, схожі на маленькі стиснуті кулачки. Зелений килим на землі теж усіяний розмаїтими квітками і вабить багатством барв. Усюди пахне свіжим листям, квітами, вогкою землею й зеленим пагінням. Від світання до заходу сонця ліс дзвенить на тисячу голосів – бринять бджоли, дзижчать оси, гудуть джмелі.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Бембі стрибнув уперед. Невимовна радість з чарівничою силою охопила його, і він умить забув про свій страх. У гущавині він бачив над собою лише верховіття дерев, і тільки де-не-де крізь них пробивалися блакитні цяточки неба. А тепер йому відкрилася вся безмежна блакить, і він, сам не знаючи чому, відчув себе страшенно щасливим. У лісі Бембі майже не знав сонця; він бачив там тільки широкі смуги світла, що пробивалися крізь гілля, та золотаві плями на листі дерев. А тепер він раптом опинився в сліпучому сяйві, в ласкавому царстві тепла й світла; чудесна, владна сила закривала йому очі й відкривала серце. Бембі неначе сп'янів і зовсім не тямив себе. Він підстрибував на місці – три, чотири, п'ять разів. Інакше він не міг – його так і тягло скочити кудись у височінь. Його молоде тіло так напружувалось, він так глибоко й водночас легко дихав, разом з пахощами лугу в нього вливалося стільки відчайдушної радості, що він не міг не стрибати. Адже Бембі був дитина. Якби він був людською дитиною, він би голосно кричав від щастя. Але він був оленям, а олені нездатні виявляти свою радість так, як люди. Він радів по-своєму – напружував ноги, вигинав спину й підскакував.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Бембі кинувся за нею. Один крок, другий... Далі це вже були не кроки, а легкі стрибки, його ніби щось понесло над землею. Бембі здавалося, що він летить у повітрі, майже не торкаючись землі. Він не тямив себе. Трава чарівною музикою шелестіла йому біля вух, м'яким пухом, ніжним шовком гладила по боках. Бембі то виписував кола, то стрілою мчав уперед, а мати стояла на місці й, затамувавши подих, стежила за ним, повертаючи голову туди, де він пробігав. Син грався.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Досі Бембі відчував небо, сонце і зелений простір тільки тілом: йому приємно гріло в спину, він міг вільно рухатися і, глибоко дихаючи, пив тепло сонця. Аж тепер він почав сприймати очима всю красу лугу, відкриваючі на ньому нові й нові дива. Тут не те, що в лісі, – ніде не було жодного вільного клаптика землі. Всюди, стебло повз стебло, буйно пнулися вгору розкішні трави. Вони лагідно нахилялися вбік, даючи дорогу, і примирливо випростовувалися знов. Зелений килим трав був усіяний, наче зорями, білими стокротками, китицями фіолетової й червоної кашки, яскравими золотими головками кульбаби.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Бембі захоплено дивився вслід метеликові, який, майнувши напрочуд ніжними крильми, здійнявся з билини і полинув удалину. Тепер Бембі помітив, що над лугом кружляло багато таких метеликів, то стрімко і водночас плавно злітаючи вгору, то спускаючись униз, ніби в якійсь чарівній грі. Метелики були мовби веселі мандрівні квіти, які не могли спокійно всидіти на своїх стеблинках і втікали, щоб трохи потанцювати. А ще вони здавалися квітами, які спустилися з сонця на землю і невтомно шукають собі притулку; проте всі кращі місця вже зайнято, і їм нічого не залишається, як безупинно шукати далі.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
With the generous variety of chords available in the major, melodic minor, and diminished scales, you can convey a wide range of emotions. You can easily express happiness and calm (major 7th chords); triumph (major triads); darkness, sadness or mystery (almost anything from melodic minor harmony); tension (dominant 7th chords); extreme tension (diminished chords); and more. With the whole-tone scale, the emotional range is largely limited to enchantment, or as one musician not-so-cynically suggested, “Bambi emerging from the forest at dawn.
Mark Levine (The Jazz Theory Book)
Сніг знову вкрив землю. Ліс принишк під товстою білою ковдрою. Лише коли-не-коли чулось каркання ґав, заклопотане скрекотання сороки, тихе, боязке щебетання синиць. Та ось мороз подужчав, і все замовкло, тільки повітря дзвеніло від холоду.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Морози раптом спали, серед зими стало тепло. Земля жадібними ковтками пила талий сніг, і незабаром усюди з'явилися великі темні латки. Чорні дрозди ще не співали, проте, здіймаючись із землі, де шукали черв'яків, або пурхаючи з дерева на дерево, вони протягло й радісно кричали, ніби сповіщали, що незабаром настане й весна. То тут, то там лунав уже сміх дятла, балакучіші стали сороки й ворони, веселіше щебетали синиці, а фазани злітали з дерев і довго, як улітку, стояли на одному місці, чистячи під променями вранішнього сонця своє пір'я і раз по раз вигукуючи різким, з металевим відтінком голосом.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
– Так, – тихо відповів Бембі. – Хто любить життя, той мусить боротися за нього.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
Цей літній день народився вже зі світанком. Не було ані вітру, ані ранкової прохолоди. Здавалося, що сьогодні сонце зійшло раніше, ніж звичайно. Поспіхом зіп'явшись на небо, воно, мов велетенська пожежа, охопило його сліпучим полум'ям. Роса на лугах і кущах умить випарувалась; порепана земля мліла від спраги. Проте в лісі ще панувала тиша. Тільки час від часу чувся сміх дятла та безперестанку туркотіли в невтомній ніжності голуби. Бембі стояв на невеличкій галявині, захованій у непрохідній гущині. Над його головою в променях сонця витанцьовував рій комарів. З ліщинового листя долинуло тихе дзижчання, і повз Бембі неквапливо пролетів великий хрущ.
Фелікс Зальтен (Bambi)
You think you know me,” Gretchen whispered, white creeping in at the edges of her vision. “You think you’ve clipped my claws, little Bambi. But don’t forget what I am.
Brianna Labuskes (What Can't Be Seen (Dr. Gretchen White, #2))
After the conflagration, in the final years of humankind, the artists will, once again, be found painting the ceilings of the caves, and the middlemen will, as always, be trying to talk the honest hunters out of their kill. And it may or may not then be remembered, or indeed believed, there was once a time when the two groups were inextricably linked.
David Mamet (Bambi vs. Godzilla: On the Nature, Purpose, and Practice of the Movie Business)
My hands were tucked against a hard stomach, resting near the head of a beautifully scaled green dragon. Roth. One of his arms was draped over my h*ps and the other was under my shoulders. His hand was buried deep in the mess of my hair. His chest rose and fell steadily. I could feel Bambi on the other side of me, stretched out. What an odd...sandwich to be a part of.
Jennifer L. Armentrout (Every Last Breath (The Dark Elements, #3))
It's hard to believe that it will ever be better," Bambi's mother sighed. Aunt Ena sighed too. "It's hard to believe that it was ever any better," she said. "And yet," Marena said, looking in front of her, "I always think how beautiful it was before.
Felix Salten (Bambi)
Yeah, and there's sort of a progression going back to the fifties: Bubbles, Boom Boom, and Blaze begat Bambi, Candy, and Jewel, who begat Sunshine, Brandy, and Cinnamon, who begat Amber, Brittany, and Brie, who begat Reagan, Morgan, and Madison. Madison is a stripper name.
Christopher Moore (A Dirty Job (Grim Reaper, #1))
A convicted deer poacher in Missouri has been sentenced to watch Disney movie Bambi once a month for the entirety of his year-long sentence.
Charles Klotz (1,077 Fun Facts: To Leave You In Disbelief)
This just seems wrong,” Cody said, lifting green branches out of the way of the idling F-250. “It is wrong,” Bull Mitchell said, revving the motor on his chain saw to keep it running. He was haloed by oily blue smoke. “Breaking into a national park seems like breaking into a church,” Cody said. Mitchell snorted and said, “That’s a result of too much indoctrination in public school and too many Disney shows. It’s great country—you’ll see—but it isn’t all sweetness and light. Charlie the Lonesome Cougar would happily take a chunk out of Bambi’s tender throat. This place will eat you up and spit you out if you’re ever off your guard. Especially where we’re going.
C.J. Box (Back Of Beyond (Highway Quartet #1))
we have seen the Beast of the Apocalypse. It’s Bambi in a tunic.
Tim LaHaye
If you can't say something nice, don't say nothing at all".
Thumper from Bambi
Sus palabras resbalan como Bambi en el hielo.
Anonymous
Theolonious frowned. “So is a werewolfskunkdeer a person who changes into something that’s a wolf, skunk, and deer all at once, like it has fur and Bambi eyes and sprays skunk spray, or is it a person who can change into a wolf or a skunk or a deer?
Blake Crouch (Draculas)
Stop quoting me!
Bambi F. Moore
A battle of wits you say? What if I'm not qualified? If you thinking about that, then I'm already in your head!
Bambi F. Moore
Common sense is a rare trait these days.
Bambi F. Moore
Chechnya? Christ, that’s like sending Bambi into east Texas during hunting season,
Alexi Lawless (Complicated Creatures Part One (Complicated Creatures, #1))
there’s sort of a progression going back to the fifties: Bubbles, Boom Boom, and Blaze begat Bambi, Candy, and Jewel, who begat Sunshine, Brandy, and Cinnamon, who begat Amber, Brittany, and Brie, who begat Reagan, Morgan, and Madison. Madison is a stripper name.
Christopher Moore (A Dirty Job (Grim Reaper, #1))
Bernie let out the most pitiful wail heard since that god-forsaken day in 1942 when Bambi’s mom was shot.
Fred Barnett
His eyes widened. “What the fuck will I want to hunt and kill? Am I going to go out and take down Bambi, fuck it then kill it and follow up that grand adventure by eating it?
Elle Boon (Lyric's Accidental Mate (Iron Wolves MC, #1))
Oberon asked me. After my bathtime story, he wanted to be the Genghis Khan of dogs. He wanted a harem full of French poodles, all of whom were named either Fifi or Bambi. It was an amusing habit of his: Oberon had, in the past, wanted to be Vlad the Impaler, Joan of Arc, Bertrand Russell, and any other historical figure I had recently told him about while he was getting a thorough cleansing. His Liberace period had been particularly good for my soul: You haven’t lived until you’ve seen an Irish wolfhound parading around in rhinestone-studded gold lamé.
Kevin Hearne (Hounded (The Iron Druid Chronicles, #1))
You paid for me? You can’t do that! I’m not for sale!” “You most certainly are—this whole planet is. Now that the lock put on your world by the Ancient Ones is being dissolved, your entire world’s female population is fair game.” “Lock? Ancient Ones?” I shook my head—I was getting more and more lost. “The ones who seeded your planet millennia ago,” Bambi said helpfully. “They traveled across the universe, planting the seeds of life on only the worlds they considered the most deserving. Their DNA lives on in many sectors but only on a few, rare, specially selected worlds has it been preserved in its purest form.” “And the ‘lock’ they put around your planet is what I believe you Earthlings refer to as an ‘ozone layer,’” said the proper butler voice, which seemed to be coming from the golden dragonfly. “Now that much of it has been removed and your planet has begun to heat, outside investors are free to harvest Earth’s females. Females such as yourself, who are most valuable because they have not bred with any of the other peoples of the known universe. This is why we dub you ‘Pure Ones’—because you have only the pure blood of the Ancient Ones running through your veins.” Forget
Evangeline Anderson (Abducted (Alien Mate Index, #1))
What was her name? Bambi? Summer? Fantasia? I have it on good authority that sand is not genitalia-friendly. So hopefully you didn’t drag your elephant trunk through the sand before slipping it into her delicate clamshell.
Jewel E. Ann (One)
Davis picked up a chocolate cowboy hat stuffed with a popcorn bull and red foil candy hearts. "Not only do I want to be a cowboy, I want five—better make it six of these hats. Don’t want Bambi to feel left out.
Kathy Carmichael (Chasing Charlie (The Texas Two-Step #2))
The creator of Bambi was secretly writing pornographic novels on the side. This single fact tells you everything you need to know about turn-of-the-century Vienna, and why it was the perfect place for Sigmund Freud and his far-fetched theories about the human psyche.
Eric Weiner (The Geography of Genius: A Search for the World's Most Creative Places from Ancient Athens to Silicon Valley)
fake-innocent expression doesn’t fool me. Those are Bambi-Satan eyes.
Lila Monroe (Snowed In (Christmas With A Billionaire Novella))
deciding how best to play with Bambi before taking her down. Fallyn met his gaze, refusing to feel small in his presence, though in her bare feet, she was exactly that. “Your whole family spat on my mother’s casket, but you’re bringing me flowers?” “Papa D left the family business to me, and I’m tired of burying people. Aren’t you?” “Well, yeah. I’ve been trying to make peace for years, but you never seemed up for it. Now you’re bringing me flowers?” Tired of holding onto the declaration of a truce, Vince laid the bouquet on the employee desk. “I guess I am. You’re well within your rights to open a store here. Killian and I have an understanding. I trust you’re keeping everything above board?” Fallyn raised her chin defiantly, knowing her sass made her look every bit the twelve years younger than him she was. “Our family never dealt.” His lower lip tightened. “I’m well aware. I was talking about the loan sharking. None of that going on through here?” Fallyn took a steadying breath. “Killian’s moving the family business away from sharking so he can dole out more reasonable loans, and I was never involved in any of that when we did. You know that. It’s just a bakery, nothing more.” “We stopped dealing, too. I was just checking.” “You can check with Killian. You know he’s in charge.” “Yes, but I can tell if you’re lying to me or not. With them, it’s anybody’s guess. I want things to stay peaceful. With one look, you’re an open book.” He motioned around the kitchen. “More things like this happening is what I want.” He lowered his gaze to hers, piercing her with his icy stare that was both scrutinizing and superior. “Joey told me he was here last week. Did he cause any trouble?” “No, but he probably should stay away for a bit. He showed up fishing for trouble, and Danny and Carrigan almost gave him exactly that.
Tuesday Embers (The O'Keefe Family Collection)
The surest way of being considered eccentric is just to be yourself. So few of us have the nerve.
Marjorie Benton Cooke (Bambi)
Are you a good lover?” “I’ve had worse.” “You’re deflecting because you don’t want to answer and the answers you do give me you give begrudgingly. Bambi – you are a terrible submissive.” “I’m not a submissive.” “That certainly explains why you’re so very wretched at it.
Tiffany Reisz (Winter Tales (The Original Sinners, #8.7))
Let myself be vulnerable? Did this man not realize how bloody defenseless I felt every minute I was surrounded by all those men? I'd had years of people telling me that women couldn't be in the infantry and no one had proved them otherwise yet. Bambi surrounded by a pack of wolves probably felt less vulnerable than I did.
Sandra Perron
Isn’t it obvious?” She was a freak of nature, a monster like Joey, just less inclined to killing people. “Um, no. I mean, sure you were a tad more ferocious looking than Bambi, what with the red eyes, giant hoofs and your somewhat larger than normal size, but, hey, at least you didn’t have an extra tail or something.” “But I have antlers!” He
Eve Langlais (Doe and the Wolf (Furry United Coalition, #5))
We need more meat from the grocery in town before the men decide to hunt their own. I’m not cutting up and frying Bambi.” She gave Brock a look. “I don’t care how much it’s a show of love, I won’t do it.” Brock
Milly Taiden (Federal Paranormal Unit, Volume 1 (Federal Paranormal Unit, #1-3))
Legge come una persona affamata che si è vista porgere un vassoio pieno di ogni ben di Dio, con gli occhioni da Bambi che fremono sulla pagina. Si capisce che vive vicariamente l'esistenza fittizia dei personaggi dei libri per non pensare alla sua.
Meg Donohue (All the Summer Girls)
If you can't say something nice... don't say nothing at all! A quote from Thumper in Bambi.
G J Griffiths
Fuck. He thought my mouth was sweet? I just stared at him like Bambi in the middle of a highway about to be splattered by a long haul truck.
Anonymous
NƠI HỌC TIẾNG ANH CHO TRẺ EM TPHCM TỐT NHẤT Tại sao chọn Bambi English Tại Bambi English, giáo dục trẻ em là tất cả những gì chúng tôi làm vì đam mê. Thành công của mỗi em chính là thành công của chúng tôi. Không gì vui hơn khi nhìn thấy sự tiến bộ hằng ngày, từng chứng chỉ tiếng Anh các em đạt được. Chúng tôi không ngừng nghiên cứu và cải tiến nhằm mang đến môi trường học tiếng Anh tốt nhất cho trẻ em. Và hoàn thành sứ mệnh giúp cho tất cả trẻ em ở Việt Nam được học và tiếp cận với ngoại ngữ nhanh nhất. Chúng tôi kết hợp các phương pháp học tập tiên tiến như giáo dục hướng cá nhân, Kumon, và giáo trình chuẩn quốc tế Cambridge để giúp các em tiến bộ nhanh và không bao giờ quên. Bên cạnh đó, việc tiết kiệm thời gian cho học viên và phụ huynh cũng là một mỗi quan tâm, do đó chúng tôi ưu tiên việc tự do xếp lịch học cho phụ huynh và sẵn sàng đón nhận học viên ở bất cứ thời gian nào. Ở Bambi, không có ngày khai giảng cũng không có ngày kết thúc, bé có thể theo học bất cứ lúc nào mà không sợ bị theo sau các học viên khác.
Bambi English
All the boys are out there looking for a god to thank. We call her boy 'Big Mike' although he's six foot two, And he likes to be the boy behind the barbecue. It's a good time, and a big free-for-all... Or it was until the moment that the zombies came to call. So run for the river, run for the trees, Run faster than the next guy, honey, if you please. We came out to the lakeside for a holiday, Now it seems we're in the wrong in 'predator and prey'. We came out for the fish, we came out for the fun, But we're captives now in the zombie river run. Well, Dave was first to see them, took it for a joke; He was standing by the forest sucking down a Coke. When they grabbed and started chewing he was real surprised, And that's about the time we came to realize That the locals had decided to crash our soiree Despite their state of fairly well-advanced decay. It wasn't very social at all... But that's the crap that happens when the zombies come to call. We tried to hold them off, but they would not turn back, It was another stupid clip from 'When the Dead Attack'. Then Mike got real annoyed and started spitting flames, While Suzy summoned demons by their secret names. Bambi shed her skin and started to constrict, And that's when all those zombies knew that they'd been tricked. We aren't all that normal at all... I guess this is the last time that the zombies come to call. So run for the river, run for the trees, Run faster than the next guy, honey, if you please. We came out to the lakeside for a holiday, Now it seems we're in the wrong in 'predator and prey'. We came out for the fish, we came out for the fun, But we're captives now in the zombie river run. We're a simple little family, and we like our lake, And if you want to make us cranky, that's a big mistake, Because we bring the whole damn family out every year, And we only want our peace -- I hope I've made that clear. It's not hard to form a posse when you've got a brood, And I only hope this warning won't be misconstrued, Because if anybody bugs us at all... You'll be wishing things were clear as when the zombies came to call. Written on: 2006-07-26. “Zombie River Run” Copyright © 2006 Seanan McGuire
Javan Bonds (Zombie River Run (Still Alive #5))
Of course Mary Jane and Sam were there with Nugget, Cha Cha's golden retriever mix we rescued from a disgusting pen at a house out in Pasadena. Eileen and Harry Silvers came with their poodle, Zizi, and Venus with her Yorkshire, Macho. Lester and his wife, Bambi, brought Grindel, a beagle mix they adopted from the shelter. And with one of Rosemary's friend's corgi, and a shepherd mix, and a spaniel, plus Sugar and Spice, we had nine dogs in all. What we didn't have were any children since I'd made it clear to everyone that things would probably be hectic enough without a bunch of screaming kids fooling with the dogs and demanding attention.
James Villas (Hungry for Happiness)
Leila always reminds me of Bambi. She has long spindly legs and she wears high wedged sandals that clip-clop like hooves and she peers at the world through her long eyelashes as though she’s not sure if it’s about to shoot her.
Sophie Kinsella (I Owe You One)
You take one step toward her and I’m going to fry myself up some Alpha.” Roth’s voice was low and deadly calm. “Extra-crispy style.” One Alpha stepped back, but Bob looked like he would blow a gasket. “You dare to threaten us?” “I dare a lot more than that.” Roth’s skin seemed to thin, his face becoming sharp angles. “I will not stand for one hair on her head to be harmed. If you want her, you’re going to have to come through me.” Bob smiled widely at that, and my stomach plummeted. Roth was bound and determined to get himself killed because of me. He’d sacrificed himself to the pits, come back from that, and then gone against his Boss and saved my life. There was no way I could allow him to stand between me and danger again. “Stop!” I broke free of Zayne’s hold, but Thumper shifted. His tail swung back, stopping not even an inch from my hips. I could go no further. My panicked gaze darted from Roth to the Alphas. “Whatever problem you have, you have it with me. Not them. So can we—” Even as I spoke, Bob the Alpha moved toward Roth, lifting the fiery sword, and Thumper didn’t like that. Rearing back, he stretched out his long neck and opened his mouth, revealing fist-size fangs. The scent of sulfur increased, and then a burst of fire shot out of Thumper’s mouth. A pain-filled shriek ended abruptly, and where Bob once stood was just a charred pile of ashes. Everyone stood perfectly still. No one spoke or even appeared to breathe. And then, “Make that extra-extra-crispy style,” Roth said, studying the mess. My knees went weak as I lifted my hands helplessly. Thumper spun on the other Alpha. There was a series of sickening crunches, and then the dragon looked over its shoulder, its golden eyes finding mine as it opened its mouth. A shimmery blue liquid stained its teeth as it huffed out a sound that really sounded like a throaty chuckle. Bambi had eaten a Warden. Thumper had eaten an Alpha. These familiars were really low on manners.
Jennifer L. Armentrout (Every Last Breath (The Dark Elements, #3))
I keep getting drunk. There’s no more interesting way to say it. Only drunk does the volume crank down. Liquor no longer lets me bullshit myself that I’m taller, faster, funnier. Instead, it shrinks me to a plodding zombie state in which one day smudges into every other—it blurs time. Swaying on the back landing in the small hours, I stare at the boxy garage and ghostly replicas of it multiplying along either side, like playing cards spread against the slate sky. Though this plural perspective is standard, I’m surprised by my own shitfaced state. The walkman sends punk rock banging across the tiny bones of my ears. And with the phonebook-sized stack of papers on my lap still unmarked, I—once more, with feeling—take the pledge to quit drinking. Cross my heart. Pinky swear to myself. This is it, I say, the last night I sit here. Okay, I say in my head. I give. You’re right. (Who am I talking to? Fighting with?) By the next afternoon, while I’m lugging the third armload of groceries up the back stairs, Dev, who’s bolted ahead to the living room, shrieks like he’s been stabbed, and I drop the sack on the kitchen floor, hearing as it hits what must be a jar of tomato sauce detonating. In the living room, I find Dev has leaped—illicitly, for the nine hundredth time—off the sofa back, trying to land in the clothes basket like a circus diver into a bucket of water. He’s whapped his noggin on the coffee table corner. Now dead center on his pale, formerly smooth forehead, there’s a blue knot like a horn trying to break through. I gather him up and rush to the kitchen, aiming to grab a soothing bag of frozen peas. But I step on a shard of tomato sauce jar, gash my instep, slide as on a banana peel, barely hanging on to Dev till we skid to a stop. I tiptoe across the linoleum, dragging a snail of blood till I can plop him in a kitchen chair, instructing him to hold the peas to his head and not move an inch while I bunny-hop upstairs to bandage my foot. Coming back, I find he’s dragged the formerly white laundry into the kitchen to mop up the tomato sauce. I’m helping, he says, albeit surrounded by gleaming daggers of glass while on his forehead the blue Bambi horn seems to throb. Minutes later, my hand twists off a beer cap as I tell myself that a beer isn’t really a drink after all. So I have another after that to speed preparing the pot roast, and maybe even a third. Before we head to the park, I tuck two more beer bottles in my coat pocket, plus one in my purse alongside a juice box.
Mary Karr (Lit)
When I was 10 my favorite books were Tom Sawyer, Black Beauty, The Wizard of Oz, and Bambi. These were the original classics, not abridged. And I spent hours each day reading. I learned about so many things, and I read about places that I wished I could visit but never would.
Kathleen Jae (From Prompting to Shaping to Letting Go:: My Love Affair with ABA and How Being a “Bad Mom” Helped My Daughter with Autism Succeed)
Can you give him a break with the ticket? He bought that car with his first paycheck when he became a medical intern and drove it straight home to show his dad that all the sacrifices he'd made to give his son a better life were worth it. One minute he was #desiproud and the next, Bambi gets revenge Thumper style." "I never liked that movie," Officer Pataudi said. "Of course you didn't, because you have a heart. You feel for the little guy, for all the Bambis who lost their moms and all the immigrants who came here for the American dream only to be crushed by the cruel deer of fate.
Sara Desai (The Marriage Game (Marriage Game #1))
«Senti» disse Shadow, «Non voglio semprare come se, cazzo, senti...» Fece una pausa per cercare di riordinare le idee. Stava morendo di freddo in mezzo a un bosco e parlava con un gigantesco uccellaccio nero che faceva colazione a base di Bambi.
Neil Gaiman (American Gods (American Gods, #1))
our land: The Encyclopedia of Organic Gardening and Double Yoga. Northland Wildflowers and Quilts to Wear. Songs for the Dulcimer and Bread Baking Basics. Using Plants for Healing and I Always Look Up the Word Egregious. I took the books she’d read to me, chapter by chapter, before I could read to myself: the unabridged Bambi and Black Beauty and Little House in the Big Woods. I took the books that she’d acquired as a college student in the years right before she died: Paula Gunn Allen’s The Sacred Hoop and Maxine Hong Kingston’s The Woman Warrior and Cherríe Moraga and Gloria Anzaldúa’s This Bridge Called My Back. Herman Melville’s Moby-Dick and Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn and Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass. But I did not take the books by James Michener, the ones my mother loved the most. “Thank you,” I said now to Jeff, holding The Novel. “I’ll trade this for
Cheryl Strayed (Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail)
Das scheue Reh des Kapitals, das goldige Bambi, ein Fluchttier, das ängstlich zitternd im Börsendickicht äst. Ein falsches Wort, es knackt im Unterholz, ein Finanzminister fällt vom Ast, und schon schrickt es auf und springt über den Zaun und rennt nach Luxemburg, das scheue Reh.
Georg Schramm (Lassen Sie es mich so sagen : Dombrowski deutet die Zeichen der Zeit)
Daisy greeted her pleasantly, but the girl’s Bambi eyes
Susan Elizabeth Phillips (Kiss an Angel)
Whether we like the idea or not, humanity has the job of managing the planet, a process that can be in direct conflict with long-held beliefs and well-established practices, on the other hand, and with the urban romanticisation and anthropomorphization of animals (the Bambi syndrome), on the other. We need to change how we do things, but in ways that are driven as much by a respect for science and the realities of nature as by emotion.
Peter Doherty (Their Fate Is Our Fate: How Birds Foretell Threats to Our Health and Our World)
It was me who was Bambi in deer season a couple hours ago, not her.
Lance Charnes (The Collection (The DeWitt Agency Files, #1))
Stars shine with gusto throughout their existence, whether it is dark or light. However, if you stand in the light, you cannot see them. But if you stand in the dark, the stars shine like diamonds.
Bambi Dean
Precis som när man typ sorterat Plopp i 34 minuter och lagt alla chokladkakor helt perfekt jämnt och underbart och med etikettsidan uppåt och så kommer det någon kund som bara HATAR ALLT VACKERT och förstör och kanske gud förbjude lägger en Twix på tornet så att all underbart i hela mänskligheten förstörs och Bambis mamma är död och man påminns igen om alltets förgängelse.
Erika Petersson (Drottningen i kassan)
Piera, la protagonista di Vuoi vedere che è proprio amore?, è una giovane donna che lavora. Professoressa di inglese alle medie, vorrebbe diventare fotografa...Chissà se ce la farà? Ecco un breve estratto. Lui, Jean, si presenta non invitato a casa sua e lei, dopo molti se e ma, lo porta nella sua camera oscura. Non pensate male! O forse pensatelo. "La seguì in una stanza illuminata solo da un paio di lampadine rosse. Un altoparlante collegato a un iPod stava diffondendo la voce di Paul McCartney. Hey Jude. Che fosse un segno del destino? Non che lui credesse a certe baggianate, ma quella era una delle sue canzoni preferite, di sempre. «Ti piacciono i Beatles?» le chiese fingendo un’indifferenza che non provava. «Oh sì. In genere adoro il rock classico. Ma i Beatles…» «Sono i Beatles. Punto.» «Punto, sono d’accordo. E Revolution è un grande album!» «Sei una donna piena di sorprese» disse, pensando al genere di musica scadente che piaceva a Jasmine. «Io? Piena di sorprese?» domandò ridendo, nello sguardo un luccichio improvviso. Nonostante la luce rossa, fu quasi certo che Bambi fosse arrossita, e a lui piaceva da morire quando lei arrossiva. I suoi occhi sembravano diventare più grandi e lei cominciava a mordicchiarsi il labbro inferiore. Come stava facendo in quel momento. «Benvenuto nella mia tana di fotografa dilettante» aggiunse lei dopo un istante. Jean si guardò intorno. C’era tutto l’occorrente per sviluppo e stampa. Alcune foto in bianco e nero erano pinzate con mollette da bucato a una corda che correva da una parte all’altra della stanza. Come biancheria ad asciugare. «Sono meravigliato» esclamò guardandosi intorno. «Una camera oscura in piena regola! Non posso credere che con la comodità del digitale tu ti dia tanta pena a far tutto da sola…» «Al contrario, adoro farlo. È il mio hobby segreto. E poi, solo così ottengo esattamente ciò che voglio. O quasi. Non nego che spesso qua dentro combino dei veri pasticci, ma chi non ne combina?»
Viviana Giorgi (Vuoi vedere che è proprio amore?)
Rabbit's parents, lapsed Protestants, had managed to pass along the big-ticket ideas of Christianity, but practically speaking, Rabbit had learned Judeo-Christian history from the school of Indiana Jones. Bambi's mother taught him about loss, and he was too in love with dinosaurs to entertain the idea of a literal seven-day Creation schedule. Charlie Brown (or rather, Linus) told him the Christmas story; Jesus Christ Superstar covered the crucifixion. He did not regret his secular education. He may have been baptized Presbyterian, but music was his true religion.
Kate Racculia (Bellweather Rhapsody)
In the extreme of anthropomorphism, we project human personalities, typically those of children, on to characters like Bambi. On the flip side, in the extreme of anthropocentrism, we deny animals any semblance of value as beings, treating them as nothing more than “live stock”—living, fleshy commodities. In grocery- store coolers we do not see “animals” but “meat,” prepackaged, even pre-prepared for our convenience. In both extremes, we remain self-absorbed, caught up in our own fantasies. Stuck there, how can we hope to understand animals, or even respect them?
Tovar Cerulli (The Mindful Carnivore: A Vegetarian's Hunt for Sustenance)
me. I swear, if I hear one more time how Muriel saved fucking Hell, I’m gonna go postal.” “It’s not her fault she’s the one your dad calls.” “I’ll blame her if I damn well want to.” “Fine, blame your half-sister for things she doesn’t control. What I’d like to know is why you’re ignoring Bambi, too. She called again.” “Did you tell her I was busy?” “I told her you were whacking off in the garage because you’re an oversexed perv like your dad.
Eve Langlais (Hell's King (Hell's Son #3))
Com a bebida na mão, Mamute sentou-se, por via das dúvidas, em uma poltrona um pouco distante de Bambi – este se esparramou muito à vontade no sofá, retirando os sapatos com os próprios pés e desabotoando a camisa para deixar à mostra um torso leitoso de costelas salientes. Pelo jeito a morte do pai não o comovera – passado o susto inicial, o leque de vantagens aberto pelo falecimento proporcionava uma nova e deslumbrante perspectiva de prazeres. Deu um bico na bebida e olhou longamente para Mamute, os longos cílios piscando sedutoramente.
João Athayde Paula (BECA)
Bambi veio rebolativamente da cozinha trazendo nas mãos duas taças de conhaque – vestia uma camisolinha curta lilás. – Hoje nossas comemorações não têm hora pra acabar – disse numa vozinha em falsete. O rapazola não cabia em si de contentamento. – Devia trazer o litro de conhaque – disse Mamute. – Quer me embebedar, hem, meu Golias? – brincou Bambi. – Podíamos sair e curtir a noite. Eu conheço alguns lugares maravilhosos. Depois, quero apresentar meu bofe para as minhas amiguinhas.
João Athayde Paula (BECA)