Quotes About Lions Pride

#1. As we neared the watering hole, I saw lions sprawled at the base of the acacia tree, relaxing in the shade. Many, many lions. If a group of lions is normally called a pride, then this was, at the very least, an overconfidence. Possibly an arrogance.

Dixie Lyle

#2. Our parents were a test tube and a turkey baster.

James Patterson

#3. It wasn't because the lions were particularly hungry. The humans had been nothing compared to the eighteen-hundred-pound Cape buffalo, the pride's more typical prey. The cars had been like boxes full of snacks.

James Patterson

#4. Many lions is a pride; many crows is a murder; many bumbles is a throcket; many dragons is a bonfire.

Stephen King

#5. My alarm clock during my childhood was a pride of lions.

Yann Martel

#6. Barack H. Obama is a landmark presidential figure as the first black, multiracial, multicultural president from Hawaii and the Pacific.

Dinesh Sharma

#7. I live in the Dark Ages, the 17th century. Actually, I would have loved to be in Paris in the early 20th century when the Ballets Russes were there and Chanel was designing.

Iris Apfel

#8. But Paul, in his preaching of the Gospel, is a debtor to deliver the word not to Barbarians only, but also to Greeks, and not only to the unwise, who would easily agree with him, but also to the wise.

Origen

#9. Swallowed my pride and shit lions.

Brian Spellman

#10. I haven't done any 'Fringe' shows since I was about 17. Then I performed with my youth theatre in a show where we all had this old-fashioned make-up on and giggled through our lines.

Neve McIntosh

#11. They run amuck; I let them. Pride of lions in the yard. Stare and they burn a hole in your retina. A common flower, a weed that no one sees, yes. But for us, a noble thing, the dandelion.

Ray Bradbury

#12. Its too hard to make a Lion Angry ... He really doesn't care what others do around him ... but if you do hurt His PRIDE ... He wont let you live another Day

Indrani

#13. But he suddenly started up, and closing his eyes, placed his fingers upon the lids, as though he sought to imprison within his brain some curious dream from which he feared he might awake.

Oscar Wilde