Quotes About Insects

And crawling on the planet's face, some insects called the human race. Lost in time, and lost in space. And meaning.

The canopy is a colander stippling the beetle-swarmed surfaces with specks of sun.

Rachel crossed her arms. "And the other three Oracles? I'm sure none of them was a beautiful young priestess whom you praised for her…what was it?…'scintillating conversation'?" "Ah…" I wasn't sure why, but it felt like my acne was turning into live insects and crawling across my face. "Well, according to my extensive research—" "Some books he flipped through last night," Meg clarified.

There were oil wells everywhere. The soil had been abandoned to dust and lizards, and the backyard of every wind-blistered bungalow in town had thrown over ideas of shade or geraniums in favor of the whiskey promise in the mutter of those green grasshopper pumps...A dozen ravenous steel insects sucked at the shit-caked loam in the mile-square meatfield of empty pens where the beeves, when there were beeves, milled waiting for the knife. (125)

What makes you seek your fortune here / In Gotham? You must be as queer / As I am, and a million other / Insects far from home and Mother.

One cannot overestimate the power of a good rancorous hatred on the part of the stupid. The stupid have so much more industry and energy to expend on hating. They build it up like coral insects.

Fate of the worms or insects on earth is 100% better than those who are born as Royals.

Insect-borne diseases in warm climes can be rampageous.10 Winter, then, in spite of what poets may say about it, is the great friend of humanity: the silent white killer, slayer of insects and parasites, cleanser of pests.

If we call insects "pests," then we can make war on them. And we have done that, developing powerful chemicals that kill all insects to eliminate the ones that are troublesome to us. To me, using broad-spectrum pesticides is like dealing with high rates of crime in a town or neighbourhood by removing or killing everyone in the area.

It doesn't eat only birds—it mostly eats rats and insects—but they still call it the "Bird-Eating Spider" because the fact that it can eat a bird is the most important thing you need to know about it.

The custom of eating the lover after consummination of the nuptials, of making a meal of the exhausted pigmy, who is henceforth good for nothing, is not so difficult to understand, since insects can hardly be accused of sentimentality; but to devour him during the act surpasses anything the most morbid mind could imagine. I have seen the thing with my own eyes, and I have not yet recovered from my surprise.

My mind made them into insects, because my mind wanted stories it could understand, stories that would not frighten it. But still I knew my mind was tricking me, and for a second I loved my mind for the deception.

las chicharras eran las únicas que agradecían al sol que llegara a la mitad del cielo. Nadie miraba las lagartijas tornasoles

Man, they got mosquitoes 'round this place big enough to rape a chicken.

It is common knowledge now that we depend on insects for our continued existence; that, without key pollinators, the human population would collapse in less than a decade.

I'm not a bug person, but something about butterflies I can handle because they're kind of cute.

If you watch a fly on, say, a coffee table, you'll see that they're rubbing their little legs together to groom themselves; they're actually quite clean creatures.

I was much entertained last summer with a tame bat, which would take flies out of a person's hand.

Goddamn nature. All it wants to do is hitch a ride, kill you, or sting you. Sometimes all at once.

We follow Daja to a Hellion motor home. It looks less like something your grandparents would drive to the Grand Canyon and more like a Gothic mansion on wheels—one designed by insects and decorated by something with more tentacles than taste. Hellion chic. Daja opens the door and we go in.

Nothing except the roots of the old peach tree…and a whole lot of earthworms and centipedes and insects living in the soil. But

Behind the moustache there lived an inflamed and savage face with a deeply corrugated brow that indicated a very limited intelligence. 'Life is a puzzlement,' the corrugated brow seemed to be saying, 'and the world is a dangerous place. All men are enemies and small boys are insects that will turn and bite you if you don't get them first and squash them hard.

You turn the light on, you get all kinds of bugs.

Butterflies are not insects,' Captain John Sterling said soberly. 'They are self-propelled flowers.