Spiders Quotes

I just imagine all the other runners are big spiders, and then I get super scared.

I would rather be trampled by thousands of children than touch a spider.

I came from a family of repairers. The spider is a repairer. If you bash into the web of a spider, she doesn't get mad. She weaves and repairs it.

Laws are like spider's webs: If some poor weak creature comes up against them, it is caught; but a big one can break through and get away.

Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.

In the beginning, sin is like a thread of a spider's web. But in the end, it becomes like the cable of a ship.

If anyone wanted ter find out some stuff, all they’d have ter do would be ter follow the spiders. That’d lead ‘em right! That’s all I’m sayin’.

I never kill insects. If I see ants or spiders in the room, I pick them up and take them outside. Karma is everything.

There are spiders living comfortably in my house while the wind howls outside. They aren't bothering anybody. If I were a fly, I'd have second thoughts, but I'm not, so I don't.

My practical approach based on experience is to create a website for real Internet users, not for search engine spiders.

That's why I love spiders. 'If at first you don't succeed, try, try, try again.

In the spider-web of facts, many a truth is strangled.

Don't worry, spiders, I keep house casually.

Time overlaps itself. A breath breathed from a passing breeze is not the whole wind, neither is it just the last of what has passed and the first of what will come, but is more--let me see--more like a single point plucked on a single strand of a vast spider web of winds, setting the whole scene atingle. That way; it overlaps ... as prehistoric ferns grow from bathtub planters.

The world must live. We are only one species among billions. The gods don't love us any more than they love spiders or bears or whales or water lilies.

Apart from thoughts, there is no independent entity called the world. In deep sleep there are no thoughts, and there is no world. In the states of waking and dream, there are thoughts, and there is a world also. Just as the spider emits the thread (of the web) out of itself and again withdraws it into itself, likewise the mind projects the world out of itself and again resolves it into itself.

Health is the greatest of God's gifts, but we take it for granted; yet it hangs on a thread as fine as a spider's web and the tiniest thing can make it snap, leaving the strongest of us helpless in an instant.

Biologically inspired materials could revolutionize materials science. People looking at spider silk and abalone shells are looking for new ways to make materials better, cheaper, and with less toxic byproducts.

To ask an author who hopes to be a serious writer if his work is autobiographical is like asking a spider where he buys his thread. The spider gets his thread right out of his own guts, and that is where the author gets his writing.

The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider... abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked: his wrath towards you burns like fire; he looks upon you as worthy of nothing else, but to be cast into the fire.

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

I'm not scared of spiders at all. I'm the spider killer in the house.

I hope you told him you were bitten by a gay spider.

Ron: Why spiders? Why couldn't it be "follow the butterflies?

Your wickedness makes you as it were heavy as lead, and to tend downwards with great weight and pressure towards hell; and if God should let you go, you would immediately sink and switfly descend and plunge into the bottomless gulf, and your healthy constitution, and your own care and prudence, and best contrivance, and all your righteousness, would have no more influence to uphold you and keep you out of hell, than a spider's web would have to stop a fallen rock.

Honey, there's a spider in your bathroom the size of a Buick.

If you can feel like a good man in your 40s, you can feel like a better man in your 50s, a Superman in your 60s, and maybe a Spider-Man in your 70s.

I take my hat off to you — or I would, if I were not afraid of showering you in spiders.

Is there anything in the universe more beautiful and protective than the simple complexity of a spider's web?

It is a miserable thing to live in suspense; it is the life of the spider.

A story is like something you wind out of yourself. Like a spider, it is a web you weave, and you love your story like a child.

Sometimes it looks like I'm dancing, but it's just that I walked into a spider web.

Birds I am fine with - spiders are an entirely different matter.

There is nothing to fear but fear itself. And spiders. ~Bumper sticker~

Experience is never limited, and it is never complete

When I go to the garage to pick up my clubs, I clean the spider webs off.

Given the nature of spiders, webs are inevitable. And given the nature of human beings, so are religions. Spiders can't help making fly-traps, and men can't help making symbols. That's what the human brain is there for - the turn the chaos of given experience into a set of manageable symbols.

What I am interested in with birds, just as I am with spiders or monkeys, is what they do and why they do it.

Be able to recognize the dangerous snakes, spiders, insects, and plants that live in your area of the country.

I wouldn't hurt a flea. I'd finger a spider though.

Spiders' webs only have to be large enough to catch flies.

Like delicate lace, so the threads intertwine, oh, gossamer web of wond'rous design! Such beauty and grace wild nature produces... Ughh, look at that spider suck out that bug's juices!

Comming from your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man

A poem is a spider web Spun with words of wonder, Woven lace held in place By whispers made of thunder.

Habits, though in their commencement like the filmy line of the spider, trembling at every breeze, may in the end prove as links of tempered steel, binding a deathless being to eternal felicity or woe.

You can't get away, you can't escape. You'll jump through a plate-glass window several times and end up being right back in the spider's web.

Will you walk into my parlour? Said the spider to a fly: '"Tis the prettiest little parlour That ever you did spy.

The spider is an animal who eats mosquitoes. That's why I love the spider - it is the only way we have to deal with these insects.

Apparently, as a kid, I used to eat spiders. Maybe there's some Freudian significance behind that.

Their souls were contagious. ... Bloodsuckers, spiders and vampires: that was what Lenin called them.