#rabbits

You can't be chasing 15 rabbits. Otherwise, the public mind cannot follow you. ↗

— Brian Mulroney

#chasing #follow #mind #otherwise #public

Man is the only creature that consumes without producing. He does not give milk, he does not lay eggs, he is too weak to pull the plough, he cannot run fast enough to catch rabbits. Yet he is lord of all the animals. ↗

— George Orwell

#catch #consumes #creature #does #eggs

Things were so bad we ate rabbits that neighbours had run over and gave to us because they knew we were broke. ↗

— Al Purdy

#bad #because #broke #gave #had

I can hypnotize rabbits. ↗

— Elena Anaya

#i can #rabbits

A politician should have three hats. One for throwing into the ring, one for talking through, and one for pulling rabbits out of if elected. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#hats #into #out #politician #pulling

All politicians should have 3 hats - one to throw into the ring, one to talk through, and one to pull rabbits out of if elected. ↗

— Carl Sandburg

#hats #into #out #politicians #pull

There are no Rabbits in the north-west. This statement, far from final, is practically true today, but I saw plenty of Lynxes, and one cannot write of ducks without mentioning water. ↗

— Ernest Thompson Seton

#ducks #far #final #i #mentioning

This is a fierce bad rabbit; look at his savage whiskers, and his claws and his turned-up tail. ↗

— Beatrix Potter

#bunnies #fierceness #humor #rabbits #humor

Come, my child," I said, trying to lead her away. "Wish good-bye to the poor hare, and come and look for blackberries." "Good-bye, poor hare!" Sylvie obediently repeated, looking over her shoulder at it as we turned away. And then, all in a moment, her self-command gave way. Pulling her hand out of mine, she ran back to where the dead hare was lying, and flung herself down at its side in such an agony of grief as I could hardly have believed possible in so young a child. "Oh, my darling, my darling!" she moaned, over and over again. "And God meant your life to be so beautiful! ↗

— Lewis Carroll

#children-s-literature #death #dying #god #grief

This was their way of honoring the dead. The story over, the demands of their own hard, rough lives began to re-assert themselves in their hearts, in their nerves, their blood and appetites. Would that the dead were not dead! But there is grass that must be eaten, pellets that must be chewed, hraka that must be passed, holes that must be dug, sleep that must be slept. Odysseus brings not one man to shore with him. Yet he sleeps sound beside Calypso and when he wakes thinks only of Penelope. ↗

— Richard Adams

#life #rabbits #wild-life #death