Quotes About Predator

Your personality. You know, most people are like sheep. Nice, harmless creatures who want nothing more than to be left alone so they can graze. But then of course there are wolves. Who want nothing more than to eat the sheep.

It is popularly believed that there is no written record of a healthy wolf ever having killed a person in North America. Those making the claim ignore Eskimos and Indians, who have been killed, and are careful to rule out rabid wolves. The latter have attacked people several times.

The hawk does not fear you, boy, and the hawk never will. The hawk is God's gunslinger.

The female heard every sound, registered every movement, tasted every trail, and saw every sight, for Carcharodon megalodon does not just move through the sea, the sea moves through the Megalodon.

The best way to increase wolves in America, rabbits in Australia, and snakes in India is to pay a bounty on their scalps. Then every patriot goes to raising them.

He's a carnivore, thinks Lion, always remember he's a carnivore.

In The Silence of the Lambs, Hannibal Lecter (a.k.a. Hannibal the Cannibal) taunts his pursuer by saying, "I do wish we could chat longer, but I'm having an old friend for dinner.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn't-eat.

The spider is an animal who eats mosquitoes. That's why I love the spider - it is the only way we have to deal with these insects.

And the violence of the coupling itself, primitive and elemental, reminding us that we're all just dumb animals clinging to our spot on the food chain, eating, sleeping, and fucking as much as possible before something bigger comes along and devours us.

There is a terrible reptilian predator, metaphorically speaking, pursuing you all the time, just like the crocodile with the ticktock of time emanating from the clock he swallowed chasing the tyrannical coward Captain Hook.

tiene menos escrúpulos que un buitre.

The female of species is deadlier than the male.

A stoat rushed at him, rearing up to attack him with both forepaws. Crowfeather ducked underneath its forelegs, and as the stoat landed, he spun around to fasten his teeth in its throat. He pinned it to the ground, his paws gripping it determinedly until he felt a warm rush of blood; the stoat went limp and he tossed it aside. Looking up, he found himself staring into the face of Nightcloud.

Owl Eyes leaped onto a caterpillar, squashing it flat. "I killed it!" he announced proudly. "I can hunt!

hippo-crocodile wars.

A hawk swooped overhead and Mapleshade imagined it feasting on Ravenwing's body after she had finished with him. He would bleed a river of blood, every drop spilled for her helpless kits. . .

In death too, there is always something of the rich cat that lets the mouse run before devouring it.

I'm a savage. I'm hungry. I'm a beast.

For me, hunting is a natural fact rather than a choice.

The great crocodiles of the Bosporus, the Tigris, the Euphrates, the Yangtze, and the Volga are squaring off against Little Boy; in the wildest of their schemes, they see themselves taking him down in one bite.

Black bears rarely attack. But here's the thing. Sometimes they do. All bears are agile, cunning and immensely strong, and they are always hungry. If they want to kill you and eat you, they can, and pretty much whenever they want. That doesn't happen often, but - and here is the absolutely salient point - once would be enough.

There is no greater love than the love the wolf feels for the lamb-it-doesn't-eat.

Beware, lion's lady, for your predator is hungry tonight. He may not wait long before devouring you." "Devouring me?" she asked, challenge gleaming in her eyes. "What if I devour him first?