Quotes About Wasps

The wasps had broke into your gallipots, And Eaten Up Your Apricots

The only reason that Jews are in pornography is that we think that Christ sucks. Catholicism sucks. We don't believe in authoritarianism. Pornography thus becomes a way of defiling Christian culture and, as it penetrates to the very heart of the American mainstream (and is no doubt consumed by those very same WASPs), its subversive character becomes more charged.

My family, we're all WASPs.

I am very scared of wasps; my cousin was stung in the eye once.

The history of American higher education over the twentieth century is an extraordinary one, the story of the creation of a powerhouse set of institutions that are the envy of the civilized world. Once they were the province, both among the student and faculty bodies, of children of privilege, generally WASPs.

My favourite Heineken Cup memory as a player was undoubtedly sharing in Wasps' final triumph in 2007.

My earliest childhood memory is watching the sunlight through a jar of amber full of wasps.

But let me explain my culture of origin to you, Angela, in case you have never been around White Anglo-Saxon Protestants. You need to understand that we have only one central rule of engagement, and here it is: This matter must never be spoken of again. We WASPS can apply this rule to anything -- from a moment of awkwardness at the dinner table to a relative's suicide. Asking no further questions is the song of my people.

There were dozens of boats and skiers on the water, the powerboats and jet skis buzzing like angry mutant wasps.

Opening a window to let out a fly and ending up with thirty midges, three wasps, two bees and an owl.

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

In 1945, when the male soldiers started coming back home from Europe, she and all the other women pilots that had served as WASPs during the war were unceremoniously told to go home and never received a dime or even thanks from the government.

newly formed group of women fliers known as the WASPs. Female pilots were desperately needed to ferry planes and supplies around the United States and free up the men for combat duty.

The war was over, but it had taken its toll. More than 400,000 Americans had been killed and 1.7 million had been hurt in some way. And most people didn't know about the 39 WASPs who had been killed or that 16 Army nurses had died by enemy fire, and 67 had been taken prisoner, including Nurse Dottie Frakes, who was held in a Japanese concentration camp for more than three years.

M BH: Man's Best Hospital; a BMS-affiliated hospital founded by WASPs; competitor of the House of God.

Sorry. My medium powers are on the fritz, and I can't channel spirits or bells right now. I'll get them worked on later. For–" – Sundown "Shh. The wasps are talking to someone. I hear them so clearly." – Abigail 'Okay, time to get someone to a psych ward.' – Sundown

Laws are like cobwebs, which may catch small flies, but let wasps and hornets break through.

Wasps lay eggs that ate the larvae of butterflies, but then wasps were better for plant life than the beautiful flutterers, just as Liébard knew that it was lazy wealth in the fluttering class that made them mean-spirited.

The wasp's courage intrigued her. Most animals had a natural respect for species bigger than themselves. But not wasps. They exhibited a certain degree of hubris, seeming to think that their stingers would make them the victors regardless of their opponents' size.

Also, I have a mornid fear of rates, and mice, and nettles and wasps and jagged cans and rotting food and damp newspapers and the unemployed.

To watch these things issuing from the otherwise mute pastoral morning is a man at the barn door. He is small, unclean, unshaven. He moves in the dry chaff among the dust and slats of sunlight with a constrained truculence. Saxon and Celtic bloods. A child of God much like yourself perhaps. Wasps pass through the laddered light from the barnslats in a succession of strobic moments, gold and trembling between black and black, like fireflies in the serried upper gloom.

It hurts," she said. "If I do it right, and I go slow and shallow, it really hurts. Like getting stung by wasps, or pulling off a hangnail that's the size of your thumb, and all of it is happening in slow motion.

Most people, when they imagine New England, think about old colonial homes, white houses with black shutters, whales, and sexually morbid WASPs with sensible vehicles and polite political opinions. This is incorrect. If you want to get New England right, just imagine a giant mullet in paint-stained pants and a Red Sox hat being pushed into the back of a cruiser after a bar fight.