Quotes About Spider

Linda hadn't exaggerated her fear of the golden orb weaver spider. Up north at her cabin in Morley, I had once teased her by asking "Have we ever seen this kind of vireo before?" And then, instead of showing her a photo of a bird, I thrust a picture of the black-and-yellow spider at her. She shrieked. I laughed. Oh, the fun we had.

Green Goblin The itsy bitsy spider climbed up the water spout. Down came the Goblin and took the spider out.

Ring Announcer What's your name kid Peter The Human Spider. Ring Announcer That's it The Human Spider That's the best you've got Peter Yeah. Ring Announcer Well that sucks.

Thus I, gone forth, as spiders do, In spider's web a truth discerning, Attach one silken strand to you For my returning.

The spider venom was Ebola in thirty seconds.

Always listening, listening to the wet fluid speech with no order, unfinished stories, badly told jokes that he sober as a spider perfected in silence.

Like delicate lace, So the threads intertwine, Oh, gossamer web Of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace Wild nature produces... Ughh, look at the spider Suck out that bug's juices!

Can you tell me why, when other spiders die small and soon, that one great spider lived for centuries in the tower of the old Spanish church and grew and grew, till, on descending, he could drink the oil of all the church lamps?

I am mad, calls the spider, waving its many arms. And in truth it is terrible, Multiplied in the eyes of the flies.

What is going to happen? What will the future bring? I do not know, I have no presentiment. When a spider flings itself from a fixed point down into its consequences, it continually sees before it an empty space in which it can find no foothold, however much it stretches. So it is with me; before me is continually an empty space, and I am propelled by a consequence that lies behind me. This life is turned around and dreadful, not to be endured.

When you look for the environment, you find things that are in it: a hammer, a smartphone, some rusty nails, a shed, a spider, some grass, a tree. So there is a big difference between environmentality and Nature. Nature is definitely something you can point to: it is 'over yonder' in the mountains, in my DNA, under the pavement.

My homicidal maniac is of a peculiar kind. I shall have to invent a new classification for him, and call him a zoophagous (life-eating) maniac. What he desires is to absorb as many lives as he can, and he has laid himself out to achieve it in a cumulative way. He gave many flies to one spider and many spiders to one bird, and then wanted a cat to eat the many birds. What would have been his later steps?

I put my fingers around the unmarked ring of the spyglass and twisted. The scene became clear. Oh no! A hairy brown spider clung to a vine! I couldn't go there! I'd go to the desert to find a dragon. I began to reset the spyglass, but then I stopped myself. A spider was worse than a dragon? No. My first monsters would be spiders, then.

That had to be the craziest thing he'd heard. At some point they must've looked around and said, Hey, what do we have a shitload of? Mud! It's cold and wet. I know, let's burn it! Well, it ain't good for nothing else. What the hell? He supposed if fish could have legs, then mud could burn. Spider or nor spider, if their cats started flying, he would be out of here like a rocket.

Glass is sand and sand is glass! The ant dancing blind as blind ants do on the lip of the rim and the rim of the lip. White in the night and grey in the day- smiling spider she never smiles but smile she does though the ant never sees, blind as it is- and now was!

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.

Cuál es la diferencia que existe entre yo y estas pequeñas y humildes criaturas? La araña teje su tela, no puede hacer otra cosa. Yo tejo mi conciencia, esta charlatana compulsiva, esta voz vaga y errabunda que pronto enmudecerá. Pero todo es un sueño. La realidad es demasiado dura.

I'm filled with awe, as I always am, as I watch her transform from a woman who calls me to kill a spider to a woman immune to fear.

The faithful dog is kicked, and no matter how the spider weaves, he is never loved.

Laws are the spider's webs which, if anything small falls into them they ensnare it, but large things break through and escape.

The difference between utility and utility plus beauty is the difference between telephone wires and the spider's web.

Eyes on hers, he flicked her shoulder. Her mouth fell open. She started stomping the floor. What in God's name are you doing? he demanded. Trying to kill the giant tarantula, because the only reason I can figure you just fucking flicked me is because there was a big, fat spider on my shoulder.

Fine." Desjani sighed. "Admiral, I recommend we get our intelligence officer up here to see if he can craft lovely poems for the singing spider wolves.

There's the spider in the outhouse minding his own business