Zoo meaning

Noun: zoo

Pronunciation:(zoo)

Zoo meaning:

• The facility where wild animals are housed for exhibition

Synonyms: menagerie, zoological garden

• Any place that is crowded and chaotic

Derived forms: zoos
Quotations:

1. Stephen Chbosky – Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem. And he called it “Chops” because that was the name of his dog. And that’s what it was all about. And his teacher gave him an A and a gold star. And his mother hung it on the kitchen door and read it to his aunts. That was the year Father Tracy took all the kids to the zoo. And he let them sing on the bus. And his little sister was born with tiny toenails and no hair. And his mother and father kissed a lot. And the girl around the corner sent him a Valentine signed with a row of X’s and he had to ask his father what the X’s meant. And his father always tucked him in bed at night. And was always there to do it. Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines he wrote a poem. And he called it “Autumn” because that was the name of the season. And that’s what it was all about. And his teacher gave him an A and asked him to write more clearly. And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because of its new paint. And the kids told him that Father Tracy smoked cigars and left butts on the pews and sometimes they would burn holes. That was the year his sister got glasses with thick lenses and black frames. And the girl around the corner laughed when he asked her to go see Santa Claus and the kids told him why his mother and father kissed a lot. And his father never tucked him in bed at night. And his father got mad when he cried for him to do it. Once on a paper torn from his notebook he wrote a poem. And he called it “Innocence: A Question” because that was the question about his girl. And that’s what it was all about And his professor gave him an A and a strange steady look. And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door because he never showed her. That was the year that Father Tracy died. And he forgot how the end of the Apostle’s Creed went. And he caught his sister making out on the back porch. And his mother and father never kissed or even talked. And the girl around the corner wore too much makeup. That made him cough when he kissed her but he kissed her anyway because that was the thing to do. And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed his father snoring soundly. That’s why on the back of a brown paper bag he tried another poem And he called it “Absolutely Nothing”Because that’s what it was really all about. And he gave himself an A and a slash on each damned wrist. And he hung it on the bathroom door because this time he didn’t think he could reach the kitchen.
2. James Patterson – Fang: “Let them blow up the world, and global-warm it, and pollute it. You and me and the others will be holed up somewhere, safe. We’ll come back out when they’re all gone, done playing their games of world domination.”Max: “That’s a great plan. Of course, by then we won’t be able to go outside because we’ll get fried by the lack of the ozone layer. We’ll be living at the bottom of the food chain because everything with flavor will be full of mercury or radiation or something! And there won’t be any TV or cable because all the people will be dead! So our only entertainment will be Gazzy singing the constipation song! And there won’t be amusement parks and museums and zoos and libraries and cute shoes! We’ll be like cavemen, trying to weave clothes out of plant fibers. We’ll have nothing! Nothing! All because you and the kids want to kick back in a La-Z-Boy during the most important time in history!”Fang: “So maybe we should sign you up for a weaving class. Get a jump start on all those plant fibers.” You two are crazy about each other.
3. Yann Martel – I know zoos are no longer in people’s good graces. Religion faces the same problem. Certain illusions about freedom plague them both.
4. Charles Bukowski – After dinner or lunch or whatever it was — with my crazy 12-hour night I was no longer sure what was what — I said, “Look, baby, I’m sorry, but don’t you realize that this job is driving me crazy? Look, let’s give it up. Let’s just lay around and make love and take walks and talk a little. Let’s go to the zoo. Let’s look at animals. Let’s drive down and look at the ocean. It’s only 45 minutes. Let’s play games in the arcades. Let’s go to the races, the Art Museum, the boxing matches. Let’s have friends. Let’s laugh. This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.
5. Mark Haddon – People who believe in God think God has put human beings on earth because they think human beings are the best animal, but human beings are just an animal and they will evolve into another animal, and that animal will be cleverer and it will put human beings into a zoo, like we put chimpanzees and gorillas into a zoo. Or human beings will all catch a disease and die out or they will make too much pollution and kill themselves, and then there will only be insects in the world and they will be the best animal.
6. Jamie McGuire – I rolled my eyes. “I feel like a zoo animal.”Travis watched me for a moment, noted those staring, and then stood up. “I can’t!” he yelled. I stared in awe as the entire room jerked their heads in his direction. Travis bobbed his head a couple of times to a beat in his head. Shepley closed his eyes. “Oh, no.”Travis smiled. “get no satisfaction,” he sang, “I can’t get no satisfaction. ‘Because I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’ve tried,” he climbed onto the table as everyone stared, “I can’t get no!”He pointed to the football players at the end of the table and they smiled, “I can’t get no!” they yelled in unison. The whole room clapped to the beat, then.Travis’ sang into his fist, “When I’m driving’ in my car, and a man comes on the radio he’s telling’ me more and more…about some useless information! Supposed to fire my imagination! I can’t get no!
7. Kelley Armstrong – At school, our classroom had a small rodent zoo consisting of two rabbits, three hamsters, a litter of baby gerbils and a guinea pig. At first, I’d thought the teacher was raising snack food, which impressed me, being the first sign of intelligence she’d shown. Soon, though, I’d figured out the animals’ true purpose and left them alone, though I would never understand the appeal of petting and coddling perfectly good food.
8. Amy Plum – As we neared the water, I pointed out an antique taxidermy shop. “My mom and I used to always go in there,” I said. “It’s like a zoo, except all the animals are dead.
9. William Faulkner – Memory believes before knowing remembers. Believes longer than recollects, longer than knowing even wonders. Knows remembers believes a corridor in a big long garbled cold echoing building of dark red brick soot bleakened by more chimneys than its own, set in a grass less cinder strewn packed compound surrounded by smoking factory purlieus and enclosed by ten food steel-and-wire fence like a penitentiary or a zoo, where in random erratic surges, with sparrow like child trebling, orphans in identical and uniform blue denim in and out of remembering but in knowing constant in the bleak walls, the bleak windows where in rain soot from the yearly adjacenting chimneys streaked like black tears.
10. Bret Easton Ellis – The seals stupidly dive off rocks into swirling black water, barking mindlessly. The zookeepers feed them dead fish. A crowd gathers around the tank, mostly adults, a few accompanied by children. On the seals’ tank a plaque warns: So what do I do? Toss a handful of change into the tank when none of the zookeepers are watching. It’s not the seals I hate—it’s the audience’s enjoyment of them that bothers me.

Sample sentences:

1. I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in blurry, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table.I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall. I will love you no matter how your soccer team performed in the tournament or how many stains I received on my cheer leading uniform. I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father. I will love you even if you announce that the poetry of Edgar Guest is the best in the world and even if you announce that the work of Zilpha Keatley Snyder is unbearably tedious. I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as a starfish loves a coral reef and as a kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza.I will love you as the manatee loves the head of lettuce and as the dark spot loves the leopard, as the leech loves the ankle of a wader and as a corpse loves the beak of the vulture. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the beard loves the chin, and the crumbs love the beard, and the damp napkin loves the crumbs, and the precious document loves the dampness in the napkin, and the squinting eye of the reader loves the smudged print of the document, and the tears of sadness love the squinting eye as it misreads what is written. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat, and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale, and the sperm whale loves the flavor of naval uniforms. i will love you as a child loves to overhear the conversations of its parents, and the parents love the sound of their own arguing voices, and as the pen loves to write down the words these voices utter in a notebook for safekeeping. I will love you as a shingle loves falling off a house on a windy day and striking a grumpy person across the chin, and as an oven loves malfunctioning in the middle of roasting a turkey.I will love you as an airplane loves to fall from a clear blue sky and as an escalator loves to entangle expensive scarves in its mechanisms. I will love you as a wet paper towel loves to be crumpled into a ball and thrown at a bathroom ceiling and as an eraser loves to leave dust in the hairdos of people who talk too much. I will love you as a cuff link loves to drop from its shirt and explore the party for itself and as a pair of white gloves loves to slip delicately into the punch bowl. I will love you as the taxi loves the muddy splash of a puddle and as a library loves the patient tick of a clock.
2. What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell. I am a person who believes in form, in the harmony of order. Where we can, we must give things a meaningful shape. For example – I wonder – could you tell my jumbled story in exactly one hundred chapters, not one more, not one less? I’ll tell you, that’s one thing I have about my nickname, the way the number runs on forever. It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse. That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day. I wish so much that I’d had one last look at him in the lifeboat, that I’d provoked him a little, so that I was on his mind. I wish I had said to him then – yes, I know, to a tiger, but still – I wish I had said, “Richard Parker, it’s over. We have survived. Can you believe it? I owe you more gratitude than I can express I couldn’t have done it without you. I would like to say it formally: Richard Parker, thank you. Thank you for saving my life. And now go where you must. You have known the confined freedom of a zoo most of your life; now you will know the free confinement of a jungle. I wish you all the best with it. Watch out for Man. He is not your friend. But I hope you will remember me as a friend. I will never forget you , that is certain. You will always be with me, in my heart. What is that hiss? Ah, our boat has touched sand. So farewell, Richard Parker, farewell. God be with you.
3. I live in New York, and I was thinking about the lagoon in Central Park, down near Central Park South. I was wondering if it would be frozen over when I got home, and if it was, where did the ducks go? I was wondering where the ducks went when the lagoon got all icy and frozen over. I wondered if some guy came in a truck and took them away to a zoo or something. Or if they just flew away.
4. The press is a gang of cruel faggots. Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuck-offs and misfits—a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but just deep enough for a wino to curl up from the sidewalk and masturbate like a chimp in a zoo-cage.
5. So what are you doing next Friday night?””What have you got in mind?””We could try hitting each other with cars,” she suggested cheerfully.”Did that last weekend with Jase,” he said with mock regret.”Go to the zoo and throw ourselves to the lions?” she fired back quickly, desperate to keep him focused on her rather than his caved-in chest. “The Romans sort of wore that one out. Got anything original?” “I’ll think of something,” she warned him.”Can’t wait!
6. Seven little crazy kids chopping up sticks;One burnt her daddy up and then there were six.Six little crazy kids playing with a hive;One tattooed himself to death and then there were five.Five little crazy kids on a cellar door;One went all schizo and then there were four.Four little crazy kids going out to sea;One wouldn’t say a word and then there were three.Three little crazy kids walking to the zoo;One jerked himself too much and then there were two.Two little crazy kids sitting in the sun;One a took a bunch of pills and then there was one.One little crazy kid left all alone;He went and slit his wrists, and then there were none.
7. If you wait until you got time to write a novel, or time to write a story, or time to read the hundred thousands of books you should have already read – if you wait for the time, you will never do it. ‘Cause there ain’t no time; world don’t want you to do that. World wants you to go to the zoo and eat cotton candy, preferably seven days a week.
8. Children are not a zoo of entertainingly exotic creatures, but an array of mirrors in which the human predicament leaps out at us.
9. Your own space, man, it’s so important. That’s why we were doomed because we didn’t have any. It is like monkeys in a zoo. They die. You know, everything needs to be left alone.
10. I bet it breaks your heart to have two of your friends pine for me the way they do,” he said proudly. “Luna and now Scarlet. They can’t keep their hands off of me.””It’s just because you are foreign to them. It’s like if they went to the zoo and stared at the monkeys. You are the monkey.
11. Butterflies??? Naah.. I feel the whole zoo inside me when I see you.
12. From what I’d witnessed, Alona Dare was single minded, determined, and ruthless. If high school was a zoo, she was the lioness running the hunt on the hapless tourists who’d wandered into the wrong enclosure.
13. ..the most dangerous animal in a zoo is Man.
14. That’s a shitty thing to do. It’s almost catlike in its evilness.” “See, your problem is you underestimate dogs. There’s a reason many of us are let up on the couch, while they keep y’all in a zoo.
15. The world is a zoo.
16. Life is a zoo in a jungle.
17. What’s one more meaningless act of violence on that zoo of a planet?It would be appropriate.When in Rome; burn it.
18. The caged eagle become a metaphor for all forms of isolation, the ultimate in imprisonment. A zoo is prison.
19. what sets wilderness apart in the modern day is not that it’s dangerous (it’s almost certainly safer than any town or road) or that it’s solitary (you can, so they say, be alone in a crowded room) or full of exotic animals (there are more at the zoo). it’s that five miles out in the woods you can’t buy anything.
20. Would you like to go to the zoo this afternoon?
21. How many people came to the zoo yesterday?
22. Can you tell me where the nearest zoo is?
23. Do you like to see animals at the zoo?
24. How about the zoo, huh? Don’t you want to know what I was doing at the zoo? At the buffalo pen?
25. Are there many animals in the zoo?
26. Is there a zoo inside the park?
27. The old man was bumping through the zoo in the park pickup when he spotted the body clumped outside the buffalo pen.
28. Is there a zoo in the city?
29. None of us kids had ever been to a zoo before, and I didn’t really know what to expect.
30. Then I got out a piece of paper from my bag and I did a map of the zoo from memory as a test.