Quotes About Frogs

A silence fell. Frogs in the night were calling, calling, calling.

No frogs can sing as well as Polish ones.

Well whattaya know. Frogs love Harry Potter, too. There weren't even interested in one of the most celebrated new literary American novels of last year, but they get their panties in a knot for Harry Fucking Potter. That's so, I don't know, reverse xenophobic.

Food and pubs go together like frogs and lawnmowers, vampires and tanning salons, mittens and Braille. Pubs don't do food; they offer internal mops and vomit decoration.

Under pressure, even the smartest people will start to rationalize that frogs really can turn into princes.

I raised frogs every spring in our house from tadpoles and by end of summer our house was overrun with frogs.

This is the fairytale of my life, the mythology of my existence, and, as I only have one story to tell, there is only one way to tell it. You may find it a little melodramatic at moments and you may not like who I was at times. But, princes frequently start out as frogs and, perhaps, by the time I reach my end, you will understand why. And so, as we all must have a beginning, a middle and an end, I will start at the beginning. Once upon a time...

Should I really care what kind of beer frogs recommend?

A lot of women wrote to me. Some wrote me long letters on the meaning of the circle and about mythology and about motherhood and the significance or the symbolism of the mermaid and the frogs and the turtles.

las mujeres son como las ranas, que por una que zambulle salen cuatro a flor de agua.

Science is an intellectual dead end, you know? It's a lot of little guys in tweed suits cutting up frogs on foundation grants.

If they did, I would just have rebuilt it even better and told everyone about the grim kid who talked to frogs." I had never talked to the frogs; I despised anthropomorphizing animals.

tree frogs may be small be can make a big difference.

One June evening, when the orchards were pink-blossomed again, when the frogs were singing silverly sweet in the marshes about the head of the Lake of Shining Waters, and the air was full of the savor of clover fields and balsamic fir woods, Anne was sitting by her gable window. She had been studying her lessons, but it had grown too dark to see the book, so she had fallen into wide-eyed reverie, looking out past the boughs of the Snow Queen, once more bestarred with its tufts of blossom.

We praise like frogs, Swear like frogs, Turn midgets into heroes, and heroes into scum: We never stop and think.

The Boys and the Frogs SOME BOYS, playing near a pond, saw a number of Frogs in the water and began to pelt them with stones. They killed several of them, when one of the Frogs, lifting his head out of the water, cried out: Pray stop, my boys: what is sport to you, is death to us.

In a flash I have a realization that chills me even further. While Robert and Ms. Violet knowingly engage in theatrics, that's just for business. It doesn't mean they don't actually believe this. The moving wave of leaves fades away before me, and I'm suddenly aware that the frogs have stopped their croaking. I get the feeling that I'm being watched. When I glance down at the shadows of Robert and me at our feet, a third figure now stands between us.

Every day or two, I strolled to the village to hear some of the gossip which is incessantly going on there, circulating either from mouth to mouth, or from newspaper to newspaper, and which, taken in homeopathic doses, was really as refreshing in its way as the rustle of leaves and the peeping of frogs.

If cats looked like frogs we'd realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That's what people remember.

I like frogs. I am not crazy about their legs in a buffet, but I like their casual approach to life.

I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.

The wind had blown off, leaving a loud, bright night, with wings beating in the treas and a persistent organ sound as the full bellows of the earth blew the frogs full of life.

If you're in California, and it's raining, stay home because nobody can drive in the rain. It's like it's raining frogs. They're terrified.

They looked like frogs who'd been kissed and kissed roughly, yet stayed frogs.