If worms carried pistols, birds wouldn't eat 'em.
From as young as I can remember, I always wanted to be a singer. . . My mum taught me 'Going Down the Garden to Eat Worms' for a competition when I was about 4.
There is no God dare wrong a worm.
Late birds get worms while early birds get tired.
What’s happened so far? Coyotes evolved limited powers of speech. Worms developed teeth and became aggressive and territorial. Snakes grew wings and developed a new form of metamorphosis. Some of us developed powers. So far there’s been a lot of strange, but not a lot of stupid. This, though, this”—she aimed her finger at the carcass of the monstrosity—“is just stupid.
Worms have played a more important part in the history of the world than humans would at first suppose.
To suggest that God specifically created a worm to torture small African children is blasphemy as far as I can see. The Archbishop of Canterbury doesn't believe that.
Flies, worms, and flowers exceed me still.
Most of the things that I remember from childhood wouldn't make a particularly good story: rescuing worms during rainstorms, our schnauzer attacking a wheel of cheese when someone dropped it during dinner, my parents tricking us into riding Space Mountain at Disney World (we thought it was an educational people-mover kind of ride), playing Star Wars (I got to marry Harrison Ford and my sister married Luke Skywalker) in first and second grade. On the other hand, we always had lots of interesting babysitters--seminary students and friends of my parents--who told really good ghost stories.
The worm is not to be trusted.
The truth is, we [women] live like bats, or owls, labor like beasts, and die like worms.
Fame is a can of worms I haven't really had to contend with.
I don't want to stir up a can of worms.
The situation in this country is like a dog with worms. You bring the dog to the vet to be dewormed, but the vet is Dr. Obama, and he says you can't get the dog dewormed because the worms have a vote. And that's the problem, folks: the worms have a vote.
Seeing God hath thus set us at liberty, what rashness it is for worms of the earth to make new laws; as though God had not been wise enough.
Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, of straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms! The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.
Life is dear to every living thing; the worm that crawls upon the ground will struggle for it.
avarice breeds envy, a worm that is always gnawing, letting the avaricious enjoy neither their own nor anyone else's good.
I don't want to be buried in the ground, rotting, with all those worms. What I would love is to have my body dropped where you have those big icebergs and the water is so cold and pure, to be eaten by a polar bear or a seal or an otter.
I do not want to be a fly,I want to be a worm!