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“Am I as admirable as that ant?”
― Nobuyuki Fukumoto, Saikyō Densetsu Kurosawa 11

“If an ant carries an object a hundred times its weight, you can carry burdens many times your size.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“God cuts out our path, makes a groove in the clay with His finger, and we poor blind ants slide down into it.”
― Maria McCann, As Meat Loves Salt

“One bee cannot build a hive; one ant cannot build a colony.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“It is the ant, not the lion, which the elephant fears.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“I didn't wave my daisy. I felt small, the way an ant must feel looking up at a field of wildflowers. I was nothing. I was trapped below flowers, buried under them, while girls like Lizzie Lovett danced overhead. That was life. We all have a place.”
― Chelsea Sedoti, The Hundred Lies of Lizzie Lovett

“We are jealous our close neighbors, but not the sun and its care. (Nous jalousons nos proches voisins, - Mais pas le soleil et ses soins.)

(The Ant / La Fourmi)”
― Charles de Leusse, Fables 1

“Me being an ant, at her mountain, I would have tried my best for my voice to reach her peak. But our timing was off, and she hid her pain as stars in clouds. If I had the chance, I would have saved her from all the truths and lies.”
― Anthony Liccione

“The ant�� the foolish ant,
sitting on the edge of an enormous disc
spinning about its axis,
reckons at every instant of time,
that it’s progressing forward.
Who would hold a mirror up to it?
And convey it the truth,
Clearing out its fallacy,
Clean as a hound’s tooth.
The fallacy that it can see
the whole dimension in entirety.
Shall it ever concede,
If one tries to enlighten?
Or, inured by canard shall it fight
To win against what is right?”
― Anurag Shrivastava, The Web of Karma

“A single black ant sped across the floor beyond our naked toes, and I wondered why I felt so oppositional. His expression of unflappable faith had touched a profound place, the deep wellspring of my purpose—my future dream I cradled like a soft and formative pearl.”
― Aspen Matis, Your Blue Is Not My Blue: A Missing Person Memoir

“I am no ant.
Only sharply torn.
Something broken.
In my mother's hands.”
― elizabeth acevedo, The Poet X

“Without imagination, things were only as they appeared - and that was blindness. Things were more than they appeared, so much more. When he considered an oak tree, it was not just a tree. To someone small, like an ant, it was a whole landscape of rugged barky cliffs and big green leaf-plains that quaked when the sky was restless, a place of many strange creatures where fearsome winged beasts could pluck and devour someone in a blink.”
― Jonathan Renshaw, Dawn of Wonder

“Oh... nice... nice... Ant-Man is a crazy movie.”
― Deyth Banger

“Sometimes, the indefinite article 'an' seems unnecessary to me. We can use 'a' instead of 'an'. It will not create a huge problem if we write or say 'a ant', not 'an ant'!”
― Md. Ziaul Haque

“No one cares about an injured leg of a tiny ant
It has to be healed for its own walking
Such is the norm of nature
which seems to be always unwilling to compromise

From the poem- Altered”
― Munia Khan, Fireclay

“As a subject of behavioral study, nest architecture offers an appealing feature that practically no other behavior offer; namely, the nest is a perfect record of the collective digging effort of a colony, and once cast, is ready to study. By studying a series of casts of increasing size it is possible to describe the nest's growth and ontogeny, infer its species-typical characteristics, and bracket the range of variation. By doing this under different environments and soil types, possibly with transplanted colonies, it is possible to tease out the variation that the environment imposes on the architecture. The current study is only a small, initial step toward creating a field of nest architecture studies, whose ultimate goal is an understanding of how the nest emerges from self-organizing behavior, what function it serves, how it varies within and between species, and how it evolves. In addition, these casts reveal something previously unseen. The study of nest architecture is thus a true exploration of a hidden world that hold unsuspected beauty, patter, and complexity.”
― Walter Tschinkel

“She spots a large army of green ants building a nest between two thin twig branches of a flimsy tree with floppy green leaves. "Look at this, Yukio," Molly whispers, leaning into the tree where a line of ants with amber bodies and glowing jay-coloured abdomens are carrying a white grub along a designated worker road on a branch. "They make their homes out of leaves. Some of the ants are the tough ones who will work together to haul the leaves up, and some of the ants are the clever ones who will weave the leaves together, and some of them are gluers who use that white stuff they're carrying to stick all the leaves in place.

Yukio releases a brief sigh of awe. "Hmm."

"See the bridge?" Molly asks. The ants had built a bridge out of their own connected bodies to create a shortcut for the gluers wanting to access a branch below them. "I wish that fella Adolf Hitler could see this," Molly whispers.

"Hitler?" Yukio echoes confused.

"Yeah," Molly says. "We could get Hitler and what's-his-name—Musolino��"

"Mussolini," Yukio says.

"Yeah! Mussolini," Molly says. "We get Hitler, Mussolini, and Winston Churchill all together and they could come and look at this ant bridge for a while. Calm themselves down a bit. Just watching some green ants working for an hour or two.”
― Trent Dalton, All Our Shimmering Skies

“Adult male ants are pitiful creatures by comparison. They have wings and can fly, huge eyes and genitalia, and small brains. They do no work for their mother or sisters, and have only one function in life: to inseminate virgin queens from other colonies during nuptial flights.”
― Edward O. Wilson, Tales from the Ant World

“For ants, service to the colony is everything. As individual workers approach natural death, it benefits the colony more for the old to spend their last days in dangerous occupations. The Darwinian logic is clear: for the colony, the aged have little to offer and are dispensable.”
― Edward O. Wilson, Tales from the Ant World