Quotes About Ants

I can't sit at one place for long in my own house, forget about 'Bigg Boss.' I have ants in my pants.

In many environments, take away the ants and there would be partial collapses in many of the land ecosystems.

The ant world is a tumult, a noisy world of pheromones being passed back and forth.

The press can hold its magnifying glass up to our problems bringing them into focus, illuminating issues heretofore unseen or they can use that magnifying glass to light ants on fire and then perhaps host a week of shows on the sudden, unexpected dangerous flaming ant epidemic.

While the boy is talking, an army of ants parades across the floor. The boy laughs when he sees them, and Indra's hair stands on end, and he says to the boy, Why do you laugh? The boy answers. Don't ask unless you are willing to be hurt. Indra says, I ask. Teach. (That, by the way, is a good Oriental idea: you don't teach until you are asked. You don't force your mission down people's throats.)

Our brains are large for our body size, but that ratio is much greater in ants and shrews.

And they discovered something very interesting: when it comes to walking, most of the ant's thinking and decision-making is not in its brain at all. It's distributed. It's in its legs.

I can't believe you said that about fire ants and thunderstorms! You are such a Houstonist!

A while back I heard bears have to stick leaves up their arse to stop ants crawling up there and biting them! I know the world is getting overpopulated but it isn't that crowded that things have to live up an arse. No wonder Paddington Bear left Peru for London. When you've got bears wanting to leave the country it makes me wonder what I'm doing here.

Still we live meanly like ants, though the fable tells us we were long ago changed into men.

Not to engage in this pursuit of ideas is to live like ants instead of like men.

I don't believe in evil; I believe only in horror. In nature there is no evil, only an abundance of horror: the plagues and the blights and the ants and the maggots.

An Account of English Ants] The Subject indeed is small, but not inglorious. The Ant as the Prince of Wisdom is pleased to inform us, is exceeding wise. In this Light it may, without Vanity, boast of its being related to you, and therefore by right of Kindred merits your Protection.

It's hot as blazes in South Dakota in August, and the prairie is a mighty big place to search. To do the job swiftly, we'd need a small army of workers. What we had, it turns out, was a very large army of very small workers: the ants burrowing into the prairie by the billions. The

Consider this: all the ants on the planet, taken together, have a biomass greater than that of humans. Ants have been incredibly industrious for millions of years. Yet their productiveness nourishes plants, animals, and soil. Human industry has been in full swing for little over a century, yet it has brought about a decline in almost every ecosystem on the planet. Nature doesn't have a design problem. People do.

Linepithema humile is a species of ant native to Northern Argentina that has, with our help, become a new kind of global superorganism.

Great God of the Ants, thou hast granted victory to thy servants. I appoint thee honorary Colonel.

Capitalism is not a human being. Capitalism is a Moloch, a god, a god of bloody sacrifice that sees human beings as ants

I used to own an ant farm but had to give it up. I couldn't find tractors small enough to fit it.

When they were naming the animals, somebody got lazy: anteater? What's it doing? It's eating ants. DONE!

Bridget carried cups of tea over to the two men, and as she turned to fetch her own cup, David held the burning tip of his cigar close to the ants and ran it along in both directions as far as he could conveniently reach. The ants twisted, excruciated by the heat, and dropped down onto the terrace. Some, before they fell, reared up, their stitching legs trying helplessly to repair their ruined bodies. 'What a civilized life you have here,' Bridget sang out as

I am mad for nature writing. I want to get inside the head of every creature in the world, even ants.

The bugs are not like us. The Pseudo-Arachnids aren't even like spiders. They are arthropods who happen to look like a madman's conception of a giant intelligent spider, but their organization, psychological and economic, is more like that of ants or termites; they are communal entities, the ultimate dictatorship of the hive.

Some people are ants by nature; they have to work, even when it's useless. Few people have a talent for constructive laziness.