Black Beetles Quotes

#1. Monstrous shiny black beetles the size of goats unfurled their wings, writhed and festered at the very top of the sharp rock formation.

Paul Ikin

#2. There's always the dinner rolls," said Will, pointing to a covered basket. "Though I warn you, they're as hard as stones. You could use them to kill black beetles, if any beetles bother you in the middle of the night.

Cassandra Clare

#3. I found many treasures in the woods over the years: shotgun shells, empty Colt 45 bottles, old railroad spikes, orange and black beetles eating a dead mouse, pebbles that looked just like teeth, old stone walls and cellar holes, a rusted out frying pan, the skull of a cat.

Jennifer McMahon

#4. What has happened to America's survival instincts?

Tina Brown

#5. The lover never despairs.
For a committed heart everything is possible.

Rumi

#6. The juvenile adage Never kiss and tell had a sound moral instinct behind it.

Alexander McCall Smith

#7. I started in time-sharing and networking with packet switching, which was the precursor to what became the Internet. Time-shared use on packet-switch networks, when you think about it, is the cloud.

Audrey MacLean

#8. An intolerant sect has no right to complain when it is denied an equal liberty ... A person's right to complain is limited to principles he acknowledges himself.

John Rawls

#9. A quarter of an hour more of this success, and there won't be ten cartridges in the barricade.

Victor Hugo

#10. The ideal of brotherhood of man, the building of the Just City, is one that cannot be discarded without lifelong feelings of disappointment and loss. But, if we are to live in the real world, discard it we must.

Kingsley Amis

#11. My folks always let me go to the movies every Saturday. We were really motion-picture goers.

John Wayne

#12. Weaving spiders, come not here, Hence, you long legged spinners, hence! Beetles black, approach not here, worm nor snail, do no offense.

William Shakespeare

#13. I write autobiographically, although I apply liberal amounts of poetic license.

Michael Franks

#14. The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which means leaving things inside us.

Gilbert K. Chesterton