Quotes About Animal

The Situational Character: A Critical Realist Perspective on the Human Animal" by Jon D. Hanson and David G. Yosifon, along with its companion piece, "The Situation: An Introduction to the Situational Character, Critical Realism, Power Economics, and Deep Capture." Situationism

All growth is from within. This is evident in all nature. Every plant, every animal, every human is a living testimony to this great law, and the error of the ages is in looking for strength or power from without.

I've lived here all my life and it's a fascinating part of the world. There are so many legends and fairy stories about it - spooks and demons and witches. That's natural, I suppose, considering the landscape. You can go out on a foggy morning and imagine that you're the only human being in the world, but you can hear weird animal noises quite close by and see shadows flitting around, behind the fog

Common decency and civil behaviour are just a thin veneer over the animal at the core of mankind that gets out whenever it has the chance.

a boar is a very special kind of animal whose bristling is a thing unto itself, and his nape, like a snake's neck, is more a word than a reality.

I see nothing. I do not move. It is an empty time, animal time, vigilant, I am submerged, under the earth and under time. I listen. Perhaps the waiting is a form of prayer.

It may just be," he added, "that there is something fundamentally unworkable about government itself. As long as Homo sapiens terra is a wild animal, which he has always been and always will be until he evolves into something different in a million or so years, maybe a workable system of government is a political science impossibility, just as transmutation of elements was a physical-science impossibility as long as they tried to do it by chemical means.

An animal's ability to absorb oxygen is roughly proportional to the surface area of its lungs. Typical human lungs pack in a surface bigger than a tennis court. As an added complication, the labyrinth of windpipes must merge efficiently with the arteries and veins.

A biscuit eater is an ornery dog. He won't hunt anything except his own biscuits. And he'll suck eggs and steal chickens and run coons and jump rabbits. To a bird dog man, a biscuit eater is the lowest form of animal life. Strangers in Mississippi often are puzzled by the expression until natives, who usually eat biscuits instead of light bread, explain that a biscuit eater is a no 'count hound that isn't good for anything except to hunt his meat and biscuits.

Still, that was the city, a great big filthy breeding-place for vermin – animal and human.

Reborn.    I screamed and the scream woke me.    My head felt as if it would explode with the new knowledge. I wasn't a dog; I was a man . I had existed before as a man and somehow I had become trapped inside an animal's body. A dog's body. How? And why?

It took me longer than I thought and it seemed to me that the calf was beginning to lose patience with me because when its head was forced out by the cow's contractions we were eye to eye and I fancied the little creature was giving me a disgusted "For heaven's sake get on with it" look.

hold of a cow's nose for me he would say solemnly

But I'm having the agony. I've been dreading this happening for so long. I haven't been able to sleep for thinking about it. It seems so cruel and unjust for this to strike a helpless animal—a little creature who's never done anybody any harm.

The nightmare creates a frightful and alarming impression, especially when a hairy animal appears in it, such as poodle (the most usual form of embodiment for evil demons).

So, this is a rabbit, I thought. He sort of looks like Chester, only he's got longer ears and a shorter tail. And a motor in his nose.

The journey laid a magical finger on the genuine pulse of life and gallantly the machinery of human nerves strove to answer the bounding courses of the swift blue animal.

After all there's a lot in that vegetarian fine flavour of things from the earth garlic of course it stinks after Italian organgrinders crisp of onions mushrooms truffles. Pain to the animal too. Pluck and draw fowl. Wretched brutes there at the cattlemarket waiting for the poleaxe to split their skulls open. Moo. Poor trembling calves. Meh.

So they turned into the north, not knowing that nature had already schemed that they four – the dog, wolf, otter and beaver – should soon be engaged in one of those merciless struggles of the wild which keep animal life down to the survival of the fittest, and whose tragic histories are kept secret under the stars and the moon and the wind that tell no tales.

The hamster called. He wants his home back.

what you call a blind rabbit sitting on your face? An unsightly facial hare.

Unfortunately, fur is still flying off the racks. It's a billion dollar industry.

There is not in the universe a more ridiculous, nor a more contemptible animal, than a proud clergyman.

I think we forget that part of parenthood means having to face and reject or face and embrace a kind of animal capacity for unkindness. And if, when, parents do embrace that, it reveals something very ugly to oneself.