Insect Life Quotes

Life is priceless even to an ant.

I never kill insects. If I see ants or spiders in the room, I pick them up and take them outside. Karma is everything.

Nothing in the cry of cicadas suggests they are about to die

I study things like the life cycle of the worm.

I do not want to be a fly,I want to be a worm!

Life is hard for insects. And don't think mice are having any fun either.

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

[Insects] are not only cold-blooded, and green- and yellow-blooded, but are also cased in a clacking horn. They have rigid eyes and brains strung down their backs. But they make up the bulk of our comrades-at-life, so I look to them for a glimmer of companionship.

Kids are curious.Kids are watching ants while adults are stepping on them.

No lepidopterist's collection in the entire world...full if iridescent wings, is worth the life of a single butterfly.

I've become a much more serious young insect.

I'm a fly fisherman. I make flies. They're imitations of insects at different stages in their development.

May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. The days are long and humid. The river shrinks and black crows gorge on bright mangoes in still, dustgreen trees. Red bananas ripen. Jackfruits burst. Dissolute bluebottles hum vacuously in the fruity air. Then they stun themselves against clear windowpanes and die, fatly baffled in the sun.

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

Happy insect! what can be In happiness compared to thee? Fed with nourishment divine, The dewy morning's gentle wine! Nature waits upon thee still, And thy verdant cup does fill; 'Tis fill'd wherever thou dost tread, Nature's self's thy Ganymede.

Even without seeing the crickets, grasshoppers, cicadas and katydids, we hear them shrilling in this season and trust that they're the tiny living gargoyles entomologists claim.

Life that crawled, life that slunk and crept and never closed its eyes. Life that burrowed and scurried, and life so still it was indistinguishable from the ivy stems on which it lay. Birth, life, and death - each took place on the hidden side of a leaf.

I would like to live a day in the life of an ant and hope not to get squashed.

I imagine the life of an atheistic praying mantis to be rather torturous.