Quotes About Insects

art is long and critics are the insects of a day.

Night again, the insects are loud, the moths are killing themselves on the lamp. Two hours ago I sat on the veranda looking out at the dusk, filled with envy for each living entity—bird, bug, blossom, reptile, tree, and vine—that doesn't bear the burden of the knowledge of good and evil. The abyss is full of reality, the abyss experiences itself, the abyss is alive

There were stories that the tunnels went for miles. There were monsters down there, blind reptiles and insects that had never seen the light, there were hospitals and brothels, and horrible things, piles of the offal from VC atrocities, dead babies, assassinated priests.

bees that hae honey in their mouths hae stings in their tails

Don't kill!... The fly is asking you To save his life By rubbing his hands together

Summer was his foe with all its heat, noise, plump water, and bladed grasses belonging to the flowers, mosquitos, frogs, and twittering cicadas—little lives and little bugs. All he deserved was the silence of a chilling night, the detachment of cold winter. He saw himself as a dwindling man of winter.

Unlike some viruses, we don't know what the natural reservoir is for Ebola. A lot of people think it's bats, but it's still very controversial; it could have been circulating in insects, in an environment, or in individuals.

I never kill insects. If I see ants or spiders in the room, I pick them up and take them outside. Karma is everything.

i do not see why men should be so proud insects have the more ancient lineage according to the scientists insects were insects when man was only a burbling whatsit

they thought they were heroes when they were only cinders in the eye of humanity too many creatures both insects and humans estimate their own value by the amount of irritation they are able to cause greater personalities than themselves

I bent over to give my hair another shake, and glanced at my boots, along with the several dozen roaches climbing up them. Then I felt them inside the boots, between the suede and the naked skin of my calves. I

It is this capacity that now matters most to our future as a species: the part of us that feels awe in the knowledge that a simple clam, Arctica islandica, can live for as long as four hundred years, that the gingko tree has remained essentially unchanged through million years of evolution, but also that some insects have adult lives so brief they are born without mouths to eat with.

Mosquitos prefer to bite children rather than adults

Mosquitos prefer to bite children rather than adults - and prefer blondes to brunettes!

Flies die in so many lonely places. -Roberta Rohbeson

People ask me whether I feel any hope for the future. I want to say to you: Yes, I do. I absolutely do. Not hope for the human race; we're screwed. But I feel tremendous hope for the Insect Overlords who shall succeed us as masters of the Earth.

What's the most dangerous animal that has ever lived? Half the human beings who have ever died, perhaps as many as 45 billion people, have been killed by female mosquitoes (the males only bite plants).

Cockroaches appeared 120 million years before the dinosaurs.

Brunei ants even have guards that explode their own heads when threatened

Those of us who retain dead trees or place nest boxes in our yards enjoy the wonder of watching woodpeckers listen and dig for termites; we are serenaded by wrens; and we benefit from the appetites of swallow, chickadee, bluebird, and flycatcher broods that are sated on insects, including pesky mosquitoes.

We need bees to survive.

I want to find a language that transforms language itself into steel for the spirit--a language to use against these sparkling insects, these jets.

An eagle soaring above a sheer cliff, where I suppose its nest is, makes another striking show of life, and helps to bring to mind the other people of the so-called solitude—deer in the forest caring for their young; the strong, well-clad, well-fed bears; the lively throng of squirrels; the blessed birds, great and small, stirring and sweetening the groves; and the clouds of happy insects filling the sky with joyous hum as part and parcel of the down-pouring sunshine.

The doors opened. We shuffled out, stepped through the doorway onto the gangplank, and were immediately swarmed by apparently all the small flying insects that ever existed in the history of the universe.