欧宝娱乐

“I think we are just insects, we live a bit and then die and that鈥檚 the lot. There鈥檚 no mercy in things. There鈥檚 not even a Great Beyond. There鈥檚 nothing.”
― John Fowles, The Collector

“I've just been bitten on the neck by a vampire... mosquito. Does that mean that when the night comes I will rise and be annoying?”
― Vera Nazarian

“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, Inner Paths to Outer Space: Journeys to Alien Worlds through Psychedelics & Other Spiritual Technologies

“No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful”
― Munia Khan

“If I were a flower,
humming bird would be my favourite bee
And If I were blind,
the light of darkness I'd love to see”
― Munia Khan

“Despite its dark veins, the transparency of dragonfly鈥檚 wings assures me of a pure, innocent world”
― Munia Khan

“The early fly gets the cadaver”
― Tim Downs, First the Dead

“A dung beetle couple in love constantly proves that you still can be in love living on shit.”
― Munia Khan

“In the path of compassion even if we can save an insect that has a huge impact on the cosmos.”
― Amit Ray, Walking the Path of Compassion

“Bugs never bug my head. They are amazing. It is the activities of humans which actually bug me all the time.”
― Munia Khan

“A red dragonfly hovers above a backwater of the stream, its wings moving so fast that the eye sees not wings in movement but a probability distribution of where the wings might be, like electron orbitals: a quantum-mechanical effect that maybe explains why the insect can apparently teleport from one place to another, disappearing from one point and reappearing a couple of meters away, without seeming to pass through the space in between. There sure is a lot of bright stuff in the jungle. Randy figures that, in the natural world, anything that is colored so brightly must be some kind of serious evolutionary badass.”
― Neal Stephenson, Cryptonomicon

“We don鈥檛 give a damn to the insects on our Earth, but if we could find even a single insect on Mars, the whole world would cherish it like crazy!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“Yes, this man had the persistence of an insect.”
― Patrick Modiano, So You Don't Get Lost in the Neighborhood

“By the time they got back, the lights were all out and everybody was asleep. Everybody, that is, except for Guih Kyom the dung beetle. He was wide awake and on duty, lying on his back with his legs in the air to save the world in case the heavens fell.”
― Arundhati Roy, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness

“Oh my god, this is so weird! I鈥檓 in space, talking to a giant insect. This is like ... I don鈥檛 know ... William Burroughs or something!”
― Gavin G. Smith, A Quantum Mythology

“The age of the insect, he thinks. The meek truly shall inherit the earth.”
― Chuck Wendig, Invasive

“One day we found them. They must of been holding a gook convention or something, cause it seem like the same sort of deal as when you step on a anthill and they all come swarming around.”
― Winston Groom, Forrest Gump

“One day a mayfly said this to a moth drawn to a flame.

"You know that flame is a trap set by humans. It is not like you only have one day to live as I do. Why would you throw yourself at the flame knowing you'll die?"

And so the moth said "the flame is too beautiful not to throw myself at. There is no beauty without pain.”
― Kim Bok Joo

“Even a cockroach can be legendary by being killed by a legend.”
― Munia Khan

“We鈥檙e not having sex, are we?鈥�
鈥淣o,鈥� Talia confirmed. 鈥淒on鈥檛 take it the wrong way, you鈥檙e by far the nicest insect I鈥檝e ever spent time with, but first contact is one thing. I鈥檓 not sure my reputation can take sleeping with the first alien I meet.”
― Gavin G. Smith, A Quantum Mythology

“Learn from the ants- how a tiny heart is big enough to love, help and care about another living existence.”
― Munia Khan

“When a dangerous insect perches on a delicate body part, even a quick tempered man quickly learns how to settle provocative issues amicably.”
― Vincent Okay Nwachukwu, Weighty 'n' Worthy African Proverbs - Volume 1

“Unlike at the top of the rubber tree, here on the ground things were less comfortable, infested with anthills, pests and tree parasites. Anthills appeared overnight, sculpting dark mounds on the wooden fence and the tree trunks. The task of destroying the anthills would always be left to me. It was quite a spectacle seeing these organised families going up in flames. What a pleasure I got from witnessing a whole hierarchy of insects turn to ash.”
― F谩bio Moon, Two Brothers

“What did the weevils say?
鈥榃别-别惫颈濒!&谤诲辩耻辞;
― Michael Bassey Johnson, Song of a Nature Lover

“Dredging up all the miserable Latin he knew, Ambrose fished for some word similar to lupinus.

And suddenly he had it!

Pulicus! That was the word the sloppy copyist of yesteryear had wrongly transcribed.

From the word pulex, meaning "flea."

Not how to become a wolf-like man, but a flea-like man鈥攖hat was what the formula had described.”
― Robert Donald Locke, G-r-r-r...!

“Outside, the valley was hazy with the afternoon sun. Midges shimmered in the sweet-smelling air.
"Ugh," said Frederick, swatting at his face. "Don't care much for midges, I must say. Not quite sure there's any point to them, the blasted things."
"Oh, but there is," Violet said, excitedly. "A point to them, I mean. They're a very important food source for toads and swallows, actually. You could say the whole valley depends on them, in the summer. And I think they're rather pretty---they look a bit like fairy dust, in this light, don't you think?”
― Emilia Hart, Weyward

“賱丕 鬲毓賱賲 鬲賱賰 丕賱丨卮乇丕鬲 丕賱賯匕乇丞 兀賷 卮賷亍 毓賳 賴匕丕 丕賱匕賷 鬲鬲睾匕賶 毓賱賷賴貙 賵賲丕 丕賱匕賷 噩丕亍 亘賴 賴賳丕 賱賷賲賵鬲!”
― Ahmed Ezzeldien, 賰丕夭丕乇卮丕賳: 兀賲賳賷丕鬲 賲丨丕乇亘

“Maybe one day you'll see
me latched barkside to that tree,
teasing my way out of the skin I'm in
until I plunk into the dirt. Until I slither
then fly. Shiny and high.
Leaving only an effigy鈥�
a hollowed-out
replica
behind.”
― Jenny Noble Anderson, But Still She Flies: Poems and Paintings

“Tell me, what is the difference between my life and that of an ordinary prisoner. The only difference I can see is that I put myself in jail and nobody鈥檚 ever going to let me out.
[...]
I鈥檓 like an insect that鈥檚 flown into a room of its own accord. I dash against the walls, dash against the windows, flop against the ceiling, do everything on God鈥檚 earth, in fact, except fly out again. And all the while I鈥檓 thinking, like that moth, or that butterfly, or whatever it is, 鈥楾he shortness of life! The shortness of life!鈥�
[...]
Why don鈥檛 I fly out again? There鈥檚 the window or the door or whatever it was I came in by. It鈥檚 not hopelessly shut鈥攊s it? Why don鈥檛 I find it and be off? Answer me that, little sister.鈥� But he gave her no time to answer. 鈥淚鈥檓 exactly like that insect again. For some reason鈥濃€擩onathan paused between the words鈥斺€渋t鈥檚 not allowed, it鈥檚 forbidden, it鈥檚 against the insect law, to stop banging and flopping and crawling up the pane even for an instant.”
― Katherine Mansfield, At the Bay