The whale is endangered, while the ant continues to do just fine.
Before Me you are a slug in the sun. You are privy to a great Becoming and you recognize nothing. You are an ant in the after-birth. It is in your nature to do one thing correctly: before Me you rightly tremble. Fear is not what you owe Me, Lounds, you and the other pismires. You owe Me awe.
Ants are the dominant insects of the world, and they've had a great impact on habitats almost all over the land surface of the world for more than 50-million years.
If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?
Do not kill ants. They are your best friends.
How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.
Failure is a state of mind. It's like one of those sand traps an ant lion digs. You keep sliding back. Takes one hell of a jump to get out of it.
This is what metaphor is. It is not saying that an ant is an elephant. Perhaps; both are alive. No. Metaphor is saying the ant is an elephant. Now, logically speaking, I know there is a difference. If you put elephants and ants before me, I believe that every time I will correctly identify the elephant and the ant. So metaphor must come from a very different place than that of the logical, intelligent mind. It comes from a place that is very courageous, willing to step out of our preconceived ways of seeing things and open so large that it can see the oneness in an ant and in an elephant.
All good work is done the way ants do things: Little by little.
I measure myself Against a tall tree I find that I am much taller, For I reach right up to the sun With my eye; And I reach to the shore of the sea With my ear. Nevertheless, I dislike The way the ants crawl In and out of my shadow.
The idiotic industry of an ant building his hill in the path of a glacier, and imagining that he is free.
The work on ants has profoundly affected the way I think about humans.
An ant has no quarrel with a boot.
We living beings, right down to crickets, ants, mosquitoes , and flies, all possess life that is without beginning or end.
It's appropriate that the word 'ignorance' is an extension of the word 'ignore. ' We ignore so much and so we become ignore-ant.
An Ant on a hot stove-lid runs faster than an Ant on a cold one. Who wouldn't?
I once heard the survivors of a colony of ants that had been partially obliterated by a cow's foot seriously debating the intention of the gods towards their civilization.
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.
Ants are the leading removers of dead creatures on the land. And the rest of life is substantially dependent upon them.
Ant 1: So, uh, do you ever worry that your itsy little neck is just going to snap under the weight of your head? Ant 2: Stop asking me that. You ask me that, like, every five minutes. Ant 1: Sometimes I notice my antennae out of the corner of my eye and I'm all, like: AHH! Something is on me! Get it off! Get it off! Ant 2: Yeah, the antennae again. Listen, I just remembered, I have to go walk around aimlessly now.