#bats

For as the eyes of bats are to the blaze of day, so is the reason in our soul to the things which are by nature most evident of all. ↗

— Aristotle

#blaze #day #evident #eyes #most

Nobody bats 500. We all make mistakes. ↗

— Desi Arnaz

#make #mistakes #nobody

I remember when we were doing the first Dragon's Lair, I got really involved with coming up with all the little rooms and what was the danger in the room and going into it with bats and spiders and snakes. ↗

— Don Bluth

#coming #danger #doing #dragon #first

Bats drink on the wing, like swallows, by sipping the surface, as they play over pools and streams. ↗

— Gilbert White

#bats #drink #like #over #play

You know, when I was a young boy I used to play baseball in my back yard or in the street with my brothers or the neighborhood kids. We used broken bats and plastic golf balls and played for hours and hours. ↗

— Robin Yount

#balls #baseball #bats #boy #broken

When you're in Los Angeles, nobody bats an eye, they're so used to seeing actors, they just act really cool. ↗

— Luke Wilson

#angeles #bats #cool #eye #just

When I get the record, all it will make me is the player with the most hits. I'm also the player with the most at bats and the most outs. I never said I was a greater player than Cobb. ↗

— Pete Rose

#bats #cobb #get #greater #hits

The streetlight outside my house shines on tonight and I'm watching it like it could give me a vision. James ain't talked ever and he looks at that streetlight like it was a word and maybe like it was a verb. James wanted to streetlight me and make me bright and beautiful so all the moths and bats would circle me like I was the center of the world an held secrets. ↗

— Sherman Alexie

#moths #secrets #streetlight #beauty

They lay on their heathery beds and listened to all the sounds of the night. They heard the little grunt of a hedgehog going by. They saw the flicker of bats overhead. They smelt the drifting scent of honeysuckle, and the delicious smell of wild thyme crushed under their bodies. A reed-warbler sang a beautiful little song in the reeds below, and then another answered. ↗

— Enid Blyton

#heather #honeysuckle #nature #night #reeds

Sing of my deeds Tell of my combats How I fought the treacherous demons Forgive my failings And bestow on me peace ↗

— Phoolan Devi

#combats #dacoit #deeds #justic #forgiveness