Insect Analogy Quotes

Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies, I am an apeman.

That was like swatting June bugs off a fly.

Liberals, communists, socialists, look at people as workers. They look at 'em as ants, worker ants, worker bees and so forth, and they just plug 'em in to do jobs that need to be done.

I'm like a mosquito, I love humidity. I don't sweat.

The heart should have fed upon the truth, as insects on a leaf, till it be tinged with the color, and show its food in every ... minutest fiber.

I really knew I wanted to be Adam, because Adam was the first man. Ant I chose because, if there's a nuclear explosion, the ants will survive.

An optimist is a fellow who believes a housefly is looking for a way to get out.

Ants are so much like human beings as to be an embarrasment...They do everything but watch television.

Maybe you reach a certain point in evolution where boredom is the greatest threat to your survival. Maybe this isn't a planetary takeover at all, but a game. Like a kid pulling wings off flies.

It seems that scientists are often attracted to beautiful theories in the way that insects are attracted to flowers — not by logical deduction, but by something like a sense of smell.

For every great temptation there will be many small ones. Wolves and bears are more dangerous than flies, but we are bothered most by flies.

Would a fly without wings be called a walk?

I have my own views about Nature's methods, though I feel that it is rather like a beetle giving his

Fishing... is a sport invented by insects and you are the bait.

A flat black bug, that is London.

I can't stop moving. I'm like this weird insect. I can't sit still in real life.

Insects sting, not from malice, but because they want to live. It is the same with critics; they desire our blood not our pain.

Shrimp are the insects of the ocean. They're bottom feeders. So they're delicious, but they're the bugs of the sea.

Angels are just pretty insects.

Be more than man, or thou'rt less than an ant.

As I stand over the insect crawling amid the pine needles on the forest floor, and endeavoring to conceal itself from my sight, and ask myself why it will cherish those humble thoughts, and hide its head from me who might, perhaps, be its benefactor, and impart to its race some cheering information, I am reminded of the greater Benefactor and Intelligence that stands over me the human insect.

I would like to think that the singer is the butterfly, and the drummer was just the little grub in the ground, working to become a caterpillar.

The whole tree itself is but one leaf, and rivers are still vaster leaves whose pulp is intervening earth, and towns and cities are the ova of insects in their axils.