Black Beetle Quotes

#1. Hope is a black beetle. Stamp on it hard as you liked, it still scuttled on

Reginald Hill

#2. Rowley had thought at first the beast had no name; it had taken him a while to understand that it had a perfectly good, descriptive name to which it was as likely to answer as any other, and that name was Cat. There was something terribly Clem about that.

K.J. Charles

#3. His gaze lingered upon Abigail,

Janette Oke

#4. I will not change just to court popularity.

Margaret Thatcher

#5. Life and death lived inside each other. That's what occured to me. Death was inside all of us, waiting for warmer nights, a compromised system, a beetle, as in the now dying black timber on the mountains.

Peter Heller

#6. As the twelfth-century Tibetian yogi Milarepa said when he heard of his student Gampopa's peak experiences, 'They are neither good nor bad. Keep meditating.'

Pema Chodron

#7. I don't believe any scientific field to be superior to another.

Abhijit Naskar

#8. The people who should be here aren't. The ones who should be smiling with me aren't here.

Yuna

#9. The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.

Christopher Paolini

#10. See? This is why I'm not religious. I couldn't possibly keep my mouth shut long enough to get along with everyone else.

Jim Butcher

#11. Needs can be fulfilled, desires never. Needs are natural, desires are perverted.

Rajneesh

#12. I don't really like to write at a desk. I like to write when driving in a car ... Once you're working on it, you're working on it all the time, and sometimes stuff'll come in the middle of the night, in a dream or something. Your mind is working on it all the time.

Paul Simon

#13. If you want to know the taste of an orange, you have to taste it; no amount of description can exactly convey its taste to you. Similarly, you cannot properly explain enlightenment to someone who has not experienced it.

Joseph P. Kauffman

#14. A beetle lumbered up onto her arm, and she stilled herself, enjoying the tickling feeling of its thread-thin feet. It was deep green with shimmers of blue and turquoise, with pitch-black legs. She kissed it very softly. If happiness were a color, it would be the color of this beetle, thought Wil.

Katherine Rundell

#15. Give me a bed and a book and I am happy.

Logan Pearsall Smith

#16. Adventure, yeah. I guess that's what you call it when everybody comes back alive.

Mercedes Lackey