Quote by A Bugs Life Download Open image “Francis: Judging by your breath, you must have been buzzing around a dung heap all day!” — A Bugs Life ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.8 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“For most people there is a fascinating inconsistency in the position of St. Francis. He expressed in loftier and bolder language than any earthly… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“Now for St. Francis nothing was ever in the background. We might say that his mind had no background, except perhaps that divine darkness… — G.K. Chesterton Copy Share Image
“I walked far down a dirt side road and into a farmer's field - some sort of cereal that was chest high and corn… — Douglas Coupland Copy Share Image
“Holding his breath, swaying drunkenly beneath a bulb which illumined little more than grime and moisture, Moon stared awhile at the cement wall; it… — Peter Matthiessen Copy Share Image
“Trace listened to the story, but how could he get excited? Francis had no powers that would let him re-create a brush with death… — John Cheever Copy Share Image
“When someone beats a rug with a stick, he is not beating the rug – his aim is to get rid of the dust.… — Rumi Copy Share Image
“I took a deep breath, inhaling the musty scent of unbrushed velvet and candle wax. So the room was blood red, dark, and scary.… — Sarah Katherine Lewis Copy Share Image
“Simon walks back to the house alone. The night is clear and warm, with a moon, almost full, enclosed in a nimbus of mist;… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
“Master Dung’s study was silent. So silent, in fact, that one might have been able to hear a gnat passing air, if only an… — Sorin Suciu Copy Share Image
“So I tom-peeped across the hedges of years, into wan little windows. And when, by means of pitifully ardent, naively lascivious caresses, she of… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
“Ah, this delicious night air,' she said, luxuriously sniffing in the coolness. 'Night air and gardening are the great tonics. There is nothing so… — E.F. Benson Copy Share Image
“...but I don't need to go into a church and kiss a silver platter and reach into my pockets to fatten a pack of… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
Manny: You've rekindled the long dormant embers of purpose in our lives! — A Bugs Life Copy Share Image
Thumper: I--I'm sorry, but I just don't think I'm comin' across! Hmm. Oh, I know! I could lather up a bunch of spit! Okay,… — A Bugs Life Copy Share Image
Heimlich: I am a beauwtiful butterfly! And from way up here you all look like widdle ants! — A Bugs Life Copy Share Image
Heimlich: Someday I will be a beauwtiful butterfly and then everything will be better. — A Bugs Life Copy Share Image
