#insects

If we were to wipe out insects alone on this planet, the rest of life and humanity with it would mostly disappear from the land. Within a few months. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#disappear #few #humanity #insects #land

Well, let me tell you, ants are the dominant insects. They make up as much as a quarter of the biomass of all insects in the world. They are the principal predators. They're the cemetery workers. ↗

— E. O. Wilson

#cemetery #dominant #insects #make #make up

I love insects. They are amazing. ↗

— Andrea Arnold

#i #i love #insects #love

My father always taught by telling stories about his experiences. His lessons were about morality and art and what insects and birds and human beings had in common. He told me what it meant to be a man and to be a Black man. He taught me about love and responsibility, about beauty, and how to make gumbo. ↗

— Walter Mosley

#always #art #be a man #beauty #beings

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#being #honey #insects #knowledge #lies

I mean that it is possible to be unselfish without a moral code, sophisticated without and education, and beautiful wearing a skeleton on the outside. ↗

— Marlene Zuk

#beauty

Primates need good nutrition, to begin with. Not only fruits and plants, but insects as well. ↗

— Richard Leakey

#fruits #good #insects #need #nutrition

I'll stop eating steak when you stop killing spiders." Absurdity: comparing cows to spiders. Arachnids are pure evil. They're like a cigarette manufacturer or a terrorist. They're organized religion on eight legs. ↗

— Davey Havok

#arachnids #bugs #cows #death #debate

Life is but a flash of time, a momentous flicker-- in the life that we know and space we live in on earth.© VW ↗

— Virginia Wright

#buzz #buzzzzzzzzzz #childrens-books #honeybees #insects

The poets say some moths will do anything out of love for a flame [...] The moth takes off again, and we both step back, because he's circling at eye level now and seems to have lost rudder control, smacking into the wall on each round. He circles lower and lower, spinning around the candle in tighter revolutions, like a soap sud over an open drain. A few times he seems to touch the flame, but dances off unhurt. Then he ignites like a ball of hair, curling into an oily puff of fumes with a hiss. The candle flame flickers and dims for a moment, then burns as bright as before. Moth Smoke Lingers. ↗

— Mohsin Hamid

#insects #love #moth #smoke #star-crossed