#insect

We are not like the social insects. They have only the one way of doing things and they will do it forever, coded for that way. We are coded differently, not just for binary choices, go or no-go. We can go four ways at once, depending on how the air feels: go, no-go, but also maybe, plus what the hell let's give it a try. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#also #binary #choices #coded #depending

We live in a dancing matrix of viruses; they dart, rather like bees, from organism to organism, from plant to insect to mammal to me and back again, and into the sea, tugging along pieces of this genome, strings of genes from that, transplanting grafts of DNA, passing around heredity as though at a great party. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#along #around #back #bees #dancing

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

My 10th Sonata is a sonata of insects. Insects are born from the sun... they are the sun's kisses. ↗

— Alexander Scriabin

#insects #kisses #sonata #sun

The souls you have got cast upon the screen of publicity appear like the horrid and writhing creatures enlarged from the insect world, and revealed to us by the cinematograph. ↗

— James Larkin

#cast #creatures #enlarged #got #horrid

Insect life was so loud that when you parked the car and got out it sounded as if you had suddenly tuned into a radio frequency from another planet. ↗

— David Samuels

#humming #insects #nature #radio #life

It is amazing what a lot of insect life goes on under your nose when you have got it an inch from the earth. I suppose it goes on in any case, but if you are proceeding on your stomach, dragging your body along by your fingernails, entomology presents itself very forcibly as a thoroughly justified science. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#life

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

And all the insects ceased in honor of the moon. ↗

— Jack Kerouac

#moon #nature #nature

Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside. ↗

— Honore de Balzac

#dismay #finding #finds #flower #heart