Quotes About Spider

How sweetly she looks! O, but there's a wrinkle in her brow as deep as philosophy. - Anacreon, drink to my mistress' health, I'll pledge it. Stay, stay, there's a spider in the cup! No, 'tis but a grape-stone; swallow it, fear nothing, poet. So, so; lift higher.

Prejudice, like the spider, makes everywhere its home. It has neither taste nor choice of place, and all that it requires is room. If the one prepares her food by poisoning it to her palate and her use, the other does the same. Prejudice may be denominated the spider of the mind.

First he sees her only in his dreams. Skin as white as moonlight. Eyes like water drowning you. Hair like spider webs. Fairy.

Spider Crystal Ascension" The spider, juiced crystal and Milky Way, drifts on his web through the night sky And looks down, waiting for us to ascend … At dawn he is still there, invisible, short of breath, mending his net. All morning we look for the white face to rise from the lake like a tiny star. And when it does, we lie back in our watery hair and rock.

The Spider is a lovely lady. She knows just what to do. She weaves a dainty web to catch the morning dew...

The fairest Home I ever knew Was founded in an Hour By Parties also that I knew A Spider and a Flower...

J'étais le seul témoin, sur les confessions d'une araignée de l'Isolement.

How daintily the butterfly Flits to the spider's lace Entranced by glimm'ring silver strings Entwined with glist'ning grace. How craftily the spider speaks And whispers, 'All is well,' Caresses it with poison'd feet And sucks it to a shell

I'd worry about your chaperone. She's trapped, like a spider caught in a web." "Spiders make webs," I said. "They don't get caught in them." "I meant a fly," Stew growled. "How in the world would a spider get caught in a fly?

I make mistakes, but I am on the side of Good, the Golux said, by accident and happenchance. I had high hopes of being Evil when I was two, but in my youth I came upon a firefly burning in a spider's web. I saved the victim's life. The firefly's ? said the minstrel. The spider's. The blinking arsonist had set the web on fire.

I looked back over that field, and all across it you could see spider webs. This was quite amazing to me as I had just ploughed the whole field that day. A testimonial to the spiders' indestructability, I'd say.

So all you have to do is get in touch with Spider-Man?

Darkness got you like Shelob gor Frodo, only worse.

History had already done the really messy work, when Wintermute found him, sifting him out of all of the war's ripe detritus, gliding into the man's flat gray field of consciousness like a water spider crossing the face of some stagnant pool

And the Yak, they can afford to move so fucking slow, man, they'll wait years and years. Give you a whole life, just so you'll have more to lose when they come and take it away. Patient like a spider. Zen spiders.

I have danced with the spider. I have cut a caper with the dancing mad god.

But inside loss there can be gain, too,like the small silver spider Bela had discovered one dewy morning, curled asleep at the center of a rose.

I've only one small silver night to spend So show me no luxuries. It will be enough If you spare me a spider, and when it spins I'll see The six days of Creation in a web And a fly caught on the seventh. And if the dew Should rise in the web, I may well die a Christian.

I used to have a spider phobia, but I'm pretty fearless now.

A spider so fragile, so spindly, so translucent that it runs like a watermark across the paper, just like the tiny blood vessels on your skin. It disturbs nothing, running around in the void, in a very great hurry to live and die. In fact, its tiny size, its microscopic structure is a challenge to the monstrous being that we are. It's fragility can only make us wish to crush it, and that would not even be a crime since our two universes are so entirely separate.

At least Webs is dead,

but you were a fool to bring that pider into this house

You stole a vampire's spider@ Steve shouted. You stole from a member of the undead!

That depends, I said, whipping off the cloth. If you think it's a deadly performing spider -- you're right!