Quotes About Predator

Sharks - I'm sure they're going to get me one day.

I remember one time watching a bird snatch a dragonfly out of midair and thinking, 'Gee, life can come to an end - crunch! - just like that.'

One of the stories that inspires me is that it is documented that a honey badger killed a lion in a one-on-one.

The only time I get afraid is when I am at the ocean. I get a little nervous when I'm in the water because I always feel like something is going to bite or snatch me.

He looked like a vulture dissatisfied with its breakfast corpse.

Perhaps Nemes and her kind will keep it in a zoo to hunt it when they are bored.

We eagles sing no soothing songs. Our throats can only whistle. Instead, we hunt them down, take them from others.

The lion that comes across a herd of gazelles doesn't massacre them, as an enemy would. It kills one

Sting the mamba with his own venom, pull down the lion with his own claws, deceive the clever chacma baboon with his own trickery.

like a shark cruising a swimming pool thick with caviar.

Mata a fera! Corta-lhe as goelas! Espalha o sangue!

The hawk is on my fist. Thirty ounces of death in a feathered jacket; a being whose world is drawn in plots and vectors that pull her towards lives' ends.

The hawk had caught me. It was never the other way around.

The tiny, hair-like feathers between her beak and eye – crines – are for catching blood so that it will dry, and flake, and fall away, and the frowning eyebrows that lend her face its hollow rapacious intensity are bony projections to protect her eyes when crashing into undergrowth after prey.

The lion and the lamb may, possibly, sumtime lay down in this world together for a fu minnits, but when the lion kums tew git up, the lamb will be missing.

Glaubst du, es gibt mehr Wölfe?" Mehrwölfe? Die Schafe guckten erschrocken. Ein Werwolf war schlimm genug. Keines von ihnen wollte je einem Mehrwolf begegnen.

The pupils of her eyes widened, her nostrils trembled, and when she pressed up against him tenderly and began kissing him, she bared her teeth, a graceful predator in all her unfettered cruelty.

as dangerous as they are, I always hate to kill a cave lion if I don't have to. They are so beautiful, so lithe and graceful in the way they move. Cave lions don't have much to be afraid of. Their strength gives them confidence.

How can you stand to do it? The poor little mouse! Grover shrugged. It's nature, he said. Nature likes the snake just as much as the mouse.

What strikes me as memorable about 'Predator' was a lot of the decisions that were made so quickly turned out to be so iconic.

Be careful, little girl. Or else the big, bad wolf might just change his mind and decide to eat you after all.

In the vocabulary of ecology there is a term for this type of human activity: "fishing down the food web." With the apex predator out of the way, species that are lower on the pyramid explode in abundance and become the new human harvest. It's a nearly universal phenomenon in the sea.

She was white with a scattering of gray-blue scales that looked like rippling shadows across her wings, and she moved like a confident predator.

Floating below me were five-hundred-pound wallets with teeth.