#animal

For a solitary animal egoism is a virtue that tends to preserve and improve the species: in any kind of community it becomes a destructive vice. ↗

— Erwin Schrodinger

#any #becomes #community #destructive #egoism

He who does not love his own language is worse than an animal and smelly fish. ↗

— Jose Rizal

#does #fish #his #language #love

My feeling toward the animal is that he is our younger brother, and that we are our brother's keeper. ↗

— Mary Johnston

#brother #feeling #keeper #our #toward

How could it ever be to our purpose to rob another living being of his or her purpose? ↗

— Will Tuttle

#compassion #life #diet

I have from an early age abjured the use of meat, and the time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they now look upon the murder of men. ↗

— Leonardo da Vinci

#animals #murder #vegetarianism #age

If you must give me a label, then label me a human being. I have no pride in being a human, though, because I have nothing to do with my becoming one. But, whereas animals don't have a rational code of ethics, I like to think I do. Which is where I am partisan. Moral partisanship is the reason for my "anger." And if I don't protest what needed to be protested, I might just as well be an animal. ↗

— Paul Krassner

#animal #ethics #human-being #protest #anger

It is with eight lengthy legs we use to catch food, balance and knit a beautiful silk bed, but as babies we had lost our bones and skin, and hence our legs we had shed. ↗

— Jasmine Jean

#insect #life #nature #spider #beauty

It struck me that the beauty we attribute to children isn’t something they have that we don’t. It's something they do, which we have long since stopped doing—just describing things as we see them, the simple, unadorned facts. ↗

— Christina Carson

#family #native #solving-human-dilemmas #beauty

Daisy didn't just change our lives, she changed our destiny. ↗

— Maryam Faresh

#cats #cesar-millan #deafblind #dogs #inspirational

She sighed, annoyed at her restlessness. “So,” she said, disrupting Wolf in another backward glance. “Who would win in a fight—you or a pack of wolves?” He frowned at her, all seriousness. “Depends,” he said, slowly, like he was trying to figure out her motive for asking. “How big is the pack?” “I don’t know, what’s normal? Six?” “I could win against six,” he said. “Any more than that and it could be a close call.” Scarlet smirked. “You’re not in danger of low self-esteem, at least.” “What do you mean?” “Nothing at all.” She kicked a stone from their path. “How about you and … a lion?” “A cat? Don’t insult me.” She laughed, the sound sharp and surprising. “How about a bear?” “Why, do you see one out there?” “Not yet, but I want to be prepared in case I have to rescue you.” The smile she’d been waiting for warmed his face, a glint of white teeth flashing. “I’m not sure. I’ve never had to fight a bear before. ↗

— Marissa Meyer

#fights #humor #pack #humor