Gnats Quotes

Other people write about the bling and the booty. I write about the pus and the gnats. To me, that’s beautiful.

And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it’s always daisy-time.

When the sun shines let foolish gnats make sport,
But creep in crannies when he hides his beams.

Can you walk on water? You have done no better than a straw. Can you fly through the air? You are no better than a gnat. Conquer your heart-then you may become somebody.

Fame must have enemies, as light must have gnats.

With the single exception of Park Lane, every north-south route in London slows traffic to the pace of a wounded gnat with pleurisy struggling with a squaddie’s backpack.

There is a reference in Aristotle to a gnat produced by larvae engendered in the slime of vinegar. This must have been Drosophila.

As well might a gnat seek to drink in the ocean, as a finite creature to comprehend the Eternal God. A God whom we could understand would be no God. If we could grasp Him, He could not be infinite. If we could understand Him, He could not be divine.

They believe themselves Lucifer’s equals, Cain, all these pitiful little gnats. But there is only one that we have ever owned to be our superior. There is but one greater than us, and to him… to him we no longer speak.

We must understand how to hide in darkness in order to escape the gnat-swarms of utterly annoying admirers.

What gnats are compared with humans, so is the whole creation compared with God.

Example is a dangerous lure: where the wasp got through the gnat sticks fast.

Surely all God’s people, however serious or savage, great or small, like to play.

If we may credit certain hints contained in the lives of the saints, love raises the spirit above the sphere of reverence and worship into one of laughter and dalliance: a sphere in which the soul says: ‘Shall I, a gnat which dances in Thy ray, Dare to be reverent?’

Guitar playing, as currently understood, has more to do with sports than it does to do with music. It’s an Olympic challenge type of situation. The challenges are in the realm of speed, redundancy, choreography, and grooming… …clouds of educated gnat-notes.

I think we have the attention span of a gnat. You know, with cell phones and Twitter.

If every gnat that flies were an archangel, all that could but tell me that there is a God; and the poorest worm that creeps tells me that.

From the way Denny’s shaking his head, he’s either got an injured shoulder or a gnat in his eye.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations–these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.

The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely … Swarms of gnats obscure the sun, the moon, and all the stars except one. That one start falls upon the dreamer.

Television is a triumph of equipment over people, and the minds that control it are so small that you could put them in a gnat’s navel with room left over for two caraway seeds and an agent’s heart.

Towards gnats and fleas we should show no pity. We would do right to hang petty thieves, petty calumniators, and slanderers.

As the moths around a taper,
As the bees around a rose,
As the gnats around a vapour,
So the spirits group and close
Round about a holy childhood, as if drinking its repose.

‘What’s the use of their having names the Gnat said, ‘if they won’t answer to them?’ ‘No use to them,’ said Alice; ‘but it’s useful to the people who name them, I suppose. If not, why do things have names at all?’ ‘I can’t say,’ the Gnat replied.

You could see the flames and the outer skin of the spacecraft glowing; and burning, baseball size chunks flying off behind us. It was an eerie feeling, like being a gnat inside a blowtorch flame.

There are no ordinary people.. it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit.

There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal.

You and I and everyone else have the attention span of gnats. And that means that saying or doing anything once simply doesn’t work.