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Insects Quotes by Michael O'Donoghue
- Insects are my secret fear. That's what terrifies me more than anything - insects.
- It began as this desire to do this science fiction movie about perhaps one of the last insects left that nobody's done anything on, which…
- The transformation scene, where man is becoming insect and insect has become at least man and beyond that - a flying, godlike, shimmering, diaphanous, beautiful…
- It's very easy to make insects move. Because they do move mechanically without the rippling of flesh as you mentioned. They move more like real…
More Insects Quotes
- In the holy city of Mecca, violence of any kind was forbidden. From the moment they left home, pilgrims were not permitted… — Karen Armstrong
- None of God's Creatures absolutely consider'd are in their own Nature Contemptible; the meanest Fly, the poorest Insect has its Use and… — Mary Astell
- Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with… — Honore de Balzac
- I love all animals. I have a fascination with fish, birds, whales - sentient life - insects, reptiles. — Nicolas Cage
- I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where… — George Washington Carver
- The life of an uneducated man is as useless as the tail of a dog which neither covers its rear end, nor… — Chanakya
- What would be left of our tragedies if an insect were to present us his? — Emile M. Cioran
- Nothing is more humbling than to look with a strong magnifying glass at an insect so tiny that the naked eye sees… — Rudolf Arnheim
- In 1847 I gave an address at Newton, Mass., before a Teachers' Institute conducted by Horace Mann. My subject was grasshoppers. I… — Louis Agassiz
- ... on these expanded membranes [butterfly wings] Nature writes, as on a tablet, the story of the modifications of species, so truly… — Henry Walter Bates
- The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled… — Arthur Conan Doyle
- Music is in all growing things; And underneath the silky wings Of smallest insects there is stirred A pulse of air that… — George Parsons Lathrop