Quotes About Prey

We are relentless. We don't compromise grace. But when we hunt, we're vicious.

It is madness for sheep to talk peace with a wolf.

Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows,While proudly riding o'er the azure realmIn gallant trim the gilded vessel goes;Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway,That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.

When the Fox hears the Rabbit scream he comes a-runnin', but not to help.

He did not know how hawks mated but he knew that all things fought.

The night belongs to beasts of prey, and always has. It's easy to forget that when you're indoors, protected by light and solid walls.

The thing is, we are all, in a sense, supper. Walking, talking, breathing suppers, that's what we are. Take you, for instance. YOU are about to be eaten by ME, so that makes you supper. That's obvious. But even a murderous carnivore like myself will be a supper for worms one day. We're all snatching precious moments from the peaceful jaws of time.

When a young rabbit spots a hawk circling above, it may never have seen such a creature before- but there is some ancestral memory that tells it to be afraid, to leap in great, panicky bounds to the safety of the burrow

The mosquito knows full well, small as he is he's a beast of prey. But after all he only takes his bellyful, he doesn't put my blood in the bank.

Those who believe in the "balance of nature" are those who don't get eaten.

Everyday in Africa, a gazelle wakes up. It knows it must outrun the fastest lion or it will be killed. Everyday in Africa, a lion wakes up. It knows it has to run faster than the slowest gazelle, or it will starve. It doesn't matter if you're the lion or a gazelle - when the sun comes up, you'd better be running.

Goatfish, comprising the Mullidae family, feed on sand using a pair of sensitive barbels ('feelers') beneath the chin with which they can sense their prey. Many have a specially shaped mouth with which to get at their prey in rubble.

If a wolf attacks his sheep, the shepherd kills the wolf, but he eats the sheep when he's hungry.

We were like deer. They were like grizzly bear.

Spiders are busy spinning webs in the grass, in the bushes, wherever there is prey to be caught... made of silken strands only a few millionths of an inch thick but stronger than steel. Structures that are pure beauty when jeweled with morning dewdrops.

even worse, fall prey to the malicious hill-spirits who shrink cows to the size of mice and drive them away to a mysterious subterranean realm.[ 17]

Prostitutes (especially when they come from the underclass)—along with street hustlers, teenage runaways, vagrants, junkies, and other social outcasts—are what criminologists call "targets of opportunity": people who are especially vulnerable to serial homicide because they are easy to snare and overpower and are so marginalized that no one, including members of the police and the press, pays much attention when they go missing.

When the cougar stalks by night, the hunted must become the hunter.

We'll never escape the limits of the ecosystem. We are caught in the food chain, whether we like it or not, eating and being eaten.

The Lachrymose Leeches,' Aunt Josephine said, 'are quite different from regular leeches. They each have six rows of very sharp teeth ad one very sharp nose - they can smell even the smallest bit of food from far far away. The Lachrymose Leeches are usually quite harmless, preying only on small fish. But if they smell food on a human they will swarm around him

course, mountains serve as homes to mountain goats and mountain lions, who enjoy attacking helpless picnickers and eating sandwiches or children. So

Which is worse? the wolf who cries before eating the lamb or the wolf who does not.

But our idea is that the wolves should be fed and the sheep kept safe.

A lot of the time, I write in the third person, but I'm mostly describing my own ordeals. When those unsettled struggles prey on your mind, you become haunted. To get free, you must defeat your ghosts.