#insect

A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but, one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still. ↗

— Samuel Johnson

#him #horse #insect #make #may

I think that the leaf of a tree, the meanest insect on which we trample, are in themselves arguments more conclusive than any which can be adduced that some vast intellect animates Infinity. ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

#any #conclusive #i #i think #infinity

I mean that it is possible to be unselfish without a moral code, sophisticated without and education, and beautiful wearing a skeleton on the outside. ↗

— Marlene Zuk

#beauty

As I accepted my death and dissolution into God's love, the insectoids began feeding on my heart, devouring the feelings of love and surrender. They were interested in emotion. As I was holding on to my last thought - that God is love - they asked, "Even here? Even here? ↗

— Rick Strassman

#god #here #insect #love #death

Insects all business all the time. ↗

— David Foster Wallace

#business

When we seed millions of acres of land with these plants, what happens to foraging birds, to insects, to microbes, to the other animals, when they come in contact and digest plants that are producing materials ranging from plastics to vaccines to pharmaceutical products? ↗

— Jeremy Rifkin

#birds #come #contact #digest #happens

I'll stop eating steak when you stop killing spiders." Absurdity: comparing cows to spiders. Arachnids are pure evil. They're like a cigarette manufacturer or a terrorist. They're organized religion on eight legs. ↗

— Davey Havok

#arachnids #bugs #cows #death #debate

There are no insect eggs in my food.” Mrs. White reiterated. You should use that in your advertising,” Nate suggested. ↗

— Brandon Mull

#humor #insect-eggs #food

Life is but a flash of time, a momentous flicker-- in the life that we know and space we live in on earth.© VW ↗

— Virginia Wright

#buzz #buzzzzzzzzzz #childrens-books #honeybees #insects

The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame [...] The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt. Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before. Moth Smoke Lingers. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#insects #love #moth #smoke #star-crossed