Quotes About Bats

My uncle used to play cricket. I got used to the game at home. As kids we used to all wonder seeing the bats lying around the house. As we grew older, we realised what the game was all about, and then our interest in the game grew.

I am really quite fascinated by echo-locating bats and dolphins and have always wondered how sound affects the unconscious brain.

Eleanor Roosevelt wrote movingly about having her own equivalent of a Bat Cave, but in the end, she found consolation by telling herself, "Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people." I agreed with this, but I still couldn't get the small things or people out of my head. EVENTS IN MY PERSONAL LIFE required me to understand better where my "bats" were coming from.

How did a novel bat coronavirus get to a major city in the dead of winter when most bats were hibernating, and turn a market where bats weren't sold into the epicenter of an outbreak?

People have asked me a lot of times, because I didn't hit a lot, how long a dozen bats would last me. Depending on the weight and model I was using at that time - I would say eight to 10 cookouts.

She probably watches every move we make, anyway; it's probably part of what she agreed to." "Agreed to with whom, I wonder? Count Dracula?" "You think he lives in Hill House?" "I think he spends all his week ends here; I swear I saw bats in the woodwork

We had three more attics, but one of them was full of old lumber and bricks left over from the various additions that had been built onto the house, and one of them was full of bats, and the last could only be reached by climbing through a trapdoor in the ceiling of the next-to-the-last attic and even if I could get past the bats and through the lumber and bricks I did not think I could keep taking the baby up and down through a trapdoor.

She shook her head, and closed her eyes. I felt her weariness then, and with it, my own. I felt it dark and heavy upon me, darker and heavier than any drug they ever gave me - it seemed heavy as death. I looked at the bed. I have seemed to see our kisses there sometimes, I've seen them hanging in the curtains, like bats, ready to swoop. Now, I thought, I might jolt the post and they would only fall, and shatter, and turn to powder.

Some of the guard bats hung from the tall cardón cactus that partially blocked the entrance to the cave; some guard bats hung along the edge of the cave entrance. The presence of these burly guards, along with the big cardón cactus, created a formidable boundary, a wall of sorts that could be used for controlling entry to the cave. And for the Pallid bats controlling who could enter the cave was precisely the goal.

The people said there might be disease in the cave," said Gabby the seagull. "They seemed really worried. They kept talking about how people can give the bats something called COVID and how bad that would be because even if the bats don't get sick they can pass it on to other animals or right back to people later. And also they talked about a fungus and white noses and feeble bats and bats flying off-kilter and about how bat colonies around the world have been wiped out.

Where the bee sucks, there suck I. There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly."

One out of every five mammals on the face of the earth is a bat.

They left: Six princes, their pockets stuffed with toys. A pair of two-egg twins. And the God of Loss. He couldn't walk. So they dragged him. Nobody saw them. Bats, of course, are blind.

Any dark past is a vampire, feeding on the blood of the living moment, and letters are the bats.

Madness rides the star-wind . . . claws and teeth sharpened on centuries of corpses . . . dripping death astride a Bacchanale of bats from night-black ruins of buried temples of Belial. . . . Now, as the baying of that dead, fleshless monstrosity grows louder and louder, and the stealthy whirring and flapping of those accursed web-wings circles closer and closer, I shall seek with my revolver the oblivion which is my only refuge from the unnamed and unnamable.

You didn't improvise that speech back there, she said. How long were you working on that? Day or two. Got a bunch of it from The West Wing . That was the only show I was never allowed to watch when I was a kid, so it's my favourite. I wonder who my dad will have as VP if he gets into the White House? I'm rooting for a cloud of bats. What about you, Stevie? You know him better than I do.

Judy dumped all the markers, crayons, colored pencils, and pastels she had on the floor. Stink grabbed the first blue marker he saw and started to draw. "What are you drawing?" "Bats," said Stink. "Blue bats." "You're bats," said Judy. "People don't like bats." "But bats eat millions of insects," said Stink. "People should like bats.

One time, they went to the city to stand on the bat bridge at dusk, watching in horrified wonder as thousands of bats swooped into the orange sky. Her mother used to set aside one entire Sunday every April to take a drive into the countryside to look at the bluebonnets. They both found the glorious fields of deep indigo flowers mesmerizing.

Bats have powerful associations with death and ghosts. A hoodoo charm to stop ghostly harassment displays African magical roots: Should you feel that ghost's unwanted presence, toss one single black cat hair, obtained without harming the cat, over your left shoulder saying, "Skit, scat! Become a bat!

Matt opened the door, forcing sunlight into a place bathed in darkness. The men—there was only one woman here right now and she'd hit you if you called her a lady—blinked like bats who'd had a flashlight shined on them. There was no jukebox playing, no music at all. The conversations were kept as low as the lights. Mel

I'm quite certain that if the rest of the world vanished overnight and the development of cricket were left in Australian hands, within a generation, the players would be wearing shorts and using the bats to hit each other, and the thing is, it'd be a much better game for it.

I am quite certain that if the rest of the world vanished overnight and the development of cricket was left in Australian hands, within a generation the players would be wearing shorts and using the bats to hit each other.

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.

Thoughts that found a maze of mermaid hair Tangling in the tide's green fall Now fold their wings like bats and disappear Into the attic of the skull.