Quotes About Pigs

In the Netherlands - where I come from - you actually never see a pig, which is really strange, because, in a population of 16 million people, we have 12 million pigs. And well, of course, the Dutch can't eat all these pigs. They eat about one-third, and the rest is exported to all kinds of countries in Europe and the rest of the world.

The fact that pigs were abroad in the night seemed to bring home to me the perilous nature of my enterprise.

The High Street was full of farmers, cows, and other animals, the majority of the former well on the road to intoxication. It is, of course, extremely painful to see a man in such a condition, but when such a person in endeavouring to count a perpetually moving drove of pigs, the onlooker's pain is sensibly diminished.

It would have pained the immaculate Monty, could he have known that his prospective employer was picturing him at the moment as furtive, shifty-eyed, rat-like person of the gangster, type, liable at the first opportunity to sneak into the sties of innocent pigs and plant pineapple bombs in their bran-mash.

What men call good fellowship is commonly but the virtue of pigs in a litter which lie close together to keep each other warm.

"The time has come," the Walrus said,"To talk of many things:Of shoes—and ships—and sealing wax—Of cabbages—and kings—And why the sea is boiling hot—And whether pigs have wings."

A black hole sucks up its surroundings and even light never escapes. Better then to ask no questions? Better then to be a contented pig than an unhappy Socrates? Since factory farming is tougher on pigs than it is on philosophers I'll take a chance.

From back of the houses, we hear some mother calling her son, the voice edgy on the last syllable, getting frantic. Probably Miz Baker, whose six-foot twelve-year-old got a way of scooting up and down that resembles too much the actions of a runaway bandit to the pigs around here. Mainly, he got the outlaw hue, and running too? Shit, Miz Baker stay frantic.

Lazy in everything," said Ross, "but the search for excuses. Like two old pigs in their sty and as slow to move from their own patch of filth." Prudie

Kings live in Palaces, and Pigs in sties, And youth in Expectation. Youth is wise.

Pig's tails are not really curly—they merely have a slight bend. They are sold with the skin and a piece of the backbone attached. They add taste and texture to soups and stews.

The pigs stuck out their little feet and snored.

All chefs have pictures of food in their phones, stuffed pig's ears and pigs' heads and the like.

I lived somewhat of a nomadic life, even when I lived in Ohio. We spent time in rural areas, in suburban areas, never really city areas. We rode four-wheelers. We had pigs and ferrets. And creeks. We had a creek in my backyard. It was like 'Huckleberry Finn.'

If you're heading downtown from Centeral Park, my advice is to take the subway. Flying pigs are faster but way more dangerous

Even saints do not smile sweetly when God throws them into mud puddles. Only pigs do that.

Precisely what our concern or consideration requires us to do may vary according to the characteristics of those affected by what we do: concern for the well-being of children growing up in America would require that we teach them to read; concern for the well-being of pigs may require no more than that we leave them with other pigs in a place where there is adequate food and room to run freely.

Scientists have shown that pigs are capable of playing simple video games, learning from each other, and even learning names.

Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza? Dead pigs and cows, I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. They're vegetarians, I said defensively.

Love this job, Sanya murmured. Just love it. I need to challenge more people to duels, Thomas said in agreement. Men are pigs, Murphy said. Amen, said Molly. Lea gave me a prim look and said, I've not sacrificed a holy virgin in ages.

Oh, what would you like on your vegetarian pizza?" "Dead pigs and cows," I said. She glanced up at me and wrinkled her nose. "They're vegetarians," I said defensively.

Neither give cherries to pigs nor advice to a fool.

The wolf sniffed beneath the door to be sure this was a human cottage. The scent was undeniable. No pigs, except in bacon form. The wolf thought bacon form was a very sensible way for pigs to behave.

She [Sadie Thompson] gathered herself together. No one could describe the scorn of her expression or the contemptuous hatred she put into her answer."You men! You filthy dirty pigs! You're all the same, all of you. Pigs! Pigs!"