Quotes About Lambs

One day, God said 'Let there be prey.' And he created pigeons, rabbits, lambs and Gene Wilder.

One of the lambs fixed its attention on Jared. "Baa," it flirted. "Boo," said Jared. "Oh my God, Jared. Don't tough-talk the lambs." "It was giving me a funny look.

Then Jacob took fresh rods of poplar and almond and plane trees, and peeled white stripes in them, exposing the white which was in the rods. He set the rods which he had peeled in front of the flocks in the gutters, even in the watering troughs, where the flocks came to drink; and they mated when they came to drink. So the flocks mated by the rods, and the flocks brought forth striped, speckled, and spotted. Jacob separated the lambs, and made the

And who'd date tell the lambs in spring, what fate the later seasons bring. Who'd tell the girl in the middle the pair the price she'll be just pay for just being there.

We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun,And bleat the one at the other: what we chang'dWas innocence for innocence.

Our national emblem has four lions but unfortunately we have highlighted more lambs and wolfs than real lions of our country.

Hey, here's something crazy: In the Word, poverty, widows, hunger—these are not metaphors. There are billions of lambs that literally need to be fed. With food.

The Players are gentlemen," he'd intoned, "pretending to be actors. The Lambs are actors, pretending to be gentlemen. And the Friars—the Friars are neither, pretending to be both.

Don't ask me who's influenced me. A lion is made up of the lambs he's digested, and I've been reading all my life.

Some people still in the BSU have also taken to claiming that they were the models for the FBI characters in the book and movie The Silence of the Lambs, though Harris has stated (and I agree) that the characters are entirely his own and not based on any particular individuals.

Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?" "Yes, Lord," he said, "you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Feed my lambs." JOHN 21:15

The rich aristocrats who spent their weekdays "shearing lambs" on Wall Street

There was scarcely a month during 1988 when Thomas Harris' novel, 'The Silence Of The Lambs,' was not on or around the top of the 'New York Times' list of America's bestselling books.

In the newspapers the row about the prospect of genetically modified food raged on, and yet here were consumers effectively demanding lambs with four back legs.

We're poor little lambs who've lost our way,Baa! Baa! Baa!We're little black sheep who've gone astray,Baa—aa—aa!Gentlemen rankers out on the spree,Damned from here to Eternity,God ha' mercy on such as we,Baa! Yah! Baa!

Shepherds too soft who let their duty sleep, Encourage wolves to tear the lambs and sleep.

Now, Jehovah, Yahweh, was a member of no Trinity, was represented by no lambs, suffered no little children. He was an almighty vindictive deity. He meddled in individual lives. And He was always right because He was.

All things are meltable, and replaceable. Not at this moment, but soon enough, we are lambs and we are leaves, and we are stars, and the shining, mysterious pond water itself.

All things are meltable, and replaceable. Not at this moment, but soon enough, we are lambs and we are leaves, and we are stars and the shining mysterious pond water itself... May I be the tiniest nail in the house of the universe, tiny but useful. May I stay forever in the stream.

Precious Saviour! come in spirit, and lay Thy strong, gentle grasp of love on our dear boys and girls, and keep these our lambs from the fangs of the wolf.

I lived around the man who was the model for Buffalo Bill in the movie 'Silence of the Lambs.'

She went about that afternoon looking under sheep like a pervert, happy with all the dark, purple-pink tissue at their hindquarters. New lambs in the spring.

How sweet is the Shepherd's sweet lot! From the morn to the evening he stays; He shall follow his sheep all the day, And his tongue shall be filled with praise. For he hears the lambs' innocent call, And he hears the ewes' tender reply; He is watching while they are in peace, For they know when their Shepherd is nigh.

I want to go out into the country, I want to thread the pale Spring air, and hear the lambs cry. I want to brush my face against the grass, and wade in a wave of bluebells.