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The fish had kittens?
A pirate once shouted 'Avast! I've caught you, you seadog, at last! Best pull out your sword - I'm coming aboard! Drop your britches, and climb up me mast!
Our big prize tonight is fifty American dollars to the girl with the most exciting mammalian protuberances.
RATTLESNAKE, n. Our prostrate brother, "Homo ventrambulans".
Why, look you, I am whipp'd and scourg'd with rods,
Nettled and stung with pismires[nettles], when I hear
Of this vile politician, Bolingbroke.
The bowl landed, in glorious perfection, atop the head of Mrs Barnaclegoose, who was not the kind of woman to appreciate the finer points of being crowned by trifle.
Puddings, my dear sir?' cried Graham.
Puddings. We trice 'em athwart the starboard gumbrils, when sailing by and large.
Blowfish, did you say?" "Ah, no. Blofis, actually." "Oh, I see," Poseidon said. "A shame. I quite like blowfish.
What is this?"
"Plankton, basically," Henry says. "A plant. A bio luminescent plankton called dinoflagellates."
Oh, Henry. He's so romantic.
When it comes to the battle of the molluscs, cephalopods win tentacles down.
Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
I am a tiny seashell
that has secretly drifted ashore
and carries the sound of the ocean
surging through its body.
This is a leviathan I am about to ship out to sea ...
[T]he most repugnant bastard there is: the bastard-octopus.
I am your boat! I am your crew
Your rudder and your mast -
Your friend, I am your limpet too
And your elastoplast.
- Tintinnabulum
We... we could be friends, you know,' said Coraline.
'We could be rare specimens of an exotic breed of African dancing elephants,' said the cat.
Little bucktoothed alligator
ready to taste my bills.
Make something suffer.
Make something stick.
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat ...
If you're the best that the Earth has got to offer, it's time we bend over and get a tentacle right up the ass.
I've got a sponge front door. Hey, don't knock it.
The sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water
The coral zoophyte may be leveled by transported masses swept over by the waters; yet like the trodden sod, it sprouts again, and continues to grow and flourish as before.
A slippery fish, flashing scales in the water and a noble fighter on the line, but dull as lead at the bottom of the boat.
I love lion but he seems to be noisy. Silence is better than roar! so I choose LION FISH. He has no value of roar but has a damage reflection upon tackled.
I have the backbone of an eel.
Tarts and tadpoles!...The boy is still alive!
I should hurry, then, if I were you," said Blackberry. "The sun will be down soon." "Hah!" said Bigwig. "If I meet a stoat, it'd better look out, that's all. I'll bring you one back tomorrow, shall I?
Despite a primitive brain, the octopus possesses an intricate system that helps it decide which tentacle to masturbate with.
I'm madly in love with a sculpted piece of testosterone wonder called Haddock
Is this chicken or is this fish?
In my mind's eye, Shakespeare is a huge, hot sea-beast, with fire in his veins and ice on his claws and inscrutable eyes, who looks like an inchoate hump under the encrustations of live barnacle-commentaries, limpets and trailing weeds.
Did you smell that?
Banana I guess.
Oh ye! Who have your eye-balls vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the sea
our floating barge.
To the naked eye Boudicca is a haze of noxious green that lurks among fronds of seaweed looking exactly like the aftermath of a chemical spill.
Tell me what it is, or prepare to eat harpoon.
cosine wherry, a wooden rowboat hand
How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome little fishes in With gently smiling jaws!
Of the crow-blue mussel shells, one keeps
adjusting the ash heaps;
opening and shutting itself like
an
injured fan.
Sea-Monkeys are hybrid brine shrimp and the brainchild of the mail-order entrepreneur Harold von Braunhut in 1957. When their crystallized eggs are submerged in water, minuscule crustaceans emerge; they can grow up to 2 inches long.
Usually, they have to attach a tentacle to someone else before detaching all the tentacles from their current object.
Turd-eating son of a flying tortoise
Pel-i-cans, their beaks hold more than their bellies can.
A purring noise woke him. Something furry was curled on his chest. Jarby opened one eye slowly. Something black, white, buff, and lemon-smelling. He glared at her and groaned. Stupid wytzl. Buffi chirruped and fluttered away to Poke.
Orange, Longbottom.
Far from being the rock or island in the Simon and Garfunkel song, it turns out that the best metaphor to describe the human body is 'sponge.
Bink," said Gollie, "I must inform you that you are giving a home to a truly unremarkable fish."
"I love him" said Bink.
how can plankton make a shark embarrassed of itself? The correct answer is: it can't.
Brighton Fishing Museum: Admission Free'.
Do you want to be my seahorse?
Beware as you get the octopus on board. Suddenly he relaxes his grasp, and shhots out a jet of ink, which smarts considerably.
Tritons Trident!
Three cuttle-fish sable, and a commentator rampant.
She has a human face and as far as the groin she is a girl with lovely breasts, but below she is a monstrous sea creature, her womb 430 full of wolves,
At that moment, the creature's back breached the waves, its body cutting through the water in a sinuous arch, rainbows sparking off the iridescent scales on its back. Rusalye.
The barracuda antithesis is gumbo gum ball radio waterfall.
Squidward, where are you? Shield me with your forehead!
That?" I glanced back to the door where JT had disappeared. "That was Genus Homo, species Whowantstofuckus, subspecies Closeted Headup Hisassia. Let us move on to the cages with the interesting animals."
Jacob "Yasha" Livingston
I shall call him Tufty.
I banana the softest banana in the world; it's a new game, seeing just how soft I can banana while still banana-ing.
Joke:
What was the octopus's favorite game at the beach BBQ?
Tidal Pool Twister
lion looking for someone to devour.
Gilly Gilleshpee
The tide tarrieth no man.
The tentacles of today reach out like an octopus to swallow yesterday.
Very Like a WhaleWhale-- Ogden Nash
The cute little fish had big eyes and a rounded body with black polka dots and fins on either side of him that fluttered like hummingbird wings.
"He's staring at me."
"He knows a beautiful thing when he sees it.
A fish is a sock for a fish skeleton.
Irish-sparkle-fish,-- Anne Eliot
Wisedome hath one foot on Land, and another on Sea.
A leech that will not quit the skin until sated with blood.
If asked which words one associated with the Sahara, only the most dedicated surrealist might be expected to offer "whale".
Astonishingly slimy and dangerous
Terplash, & what difference make! One little white spark of light! Hair woven hands Penelope seaboat smeller
Is Virgin you trying to fathom me Tiresome old sea, aint you sick & tired of all of this merde? this incessant boom boom & sand walk
Ninja chicken isn't he?" You grinned at me, rolling your sleeves up."We'll see about that."
You reached into the cage. Instantly Dick was onto your hand, clawing at you, biting chunks with his beak.
"Godamn rooster!
God! ... Isn't the sea what Algy calls it: a great sweet mother? The snotgreen sea. The scrotumtightening sea. Epi oinopa ponton. Ah, Dedalus, the Greeks! I must teach you. You must read them in the original. Thalatta! Thalatta! She is our great sweet mother. Come and look.
Everything is octopusied.
The sea? What's that?
Critter: I was fairly relieved when Sea took off on her own. She was wearing some two-sizes-too-small T-shirt, practically forcing my eyes to home in on "the girls," and all I could think was I'm going to turn into a pillar of salt.
No better than Bellyfluff, Sillystuff, or Starchyruff;
Little cherub of the sea, come and play with me. Come and play with me, dearest cherub of the sea. Please come play with me, In the mad, mad sea.
A shark who dreamed he was a man.
sand-bar, sorrowful
The deep-laden boats pull in against the coast where the canneries dip their tails into the bay. The figure is advisedly chosen, for if the canneries dipped their mouths into the bay the canned sardines which emerge from the other end would be metaphorically, at least, even more horrifying.
The Proustian aquarium: grotesque and gorgeous fish drifting with languid fins through a subaqueous medium of pale violet polluted ink.
Why, you boggle-eyed, flap-tongued, drag-bellied offspring of unmentionable algae! You seething little leprous blotch of bat-nibbled fungus! You cringing parasite on the underside of a dwarfish and ignoble worm!
bad lobster in a dark cellar. It
A forty-foot worm?" Will muttered to Jem as they moved through the Italian garden, their boots - thanks to a pair of Soundless runes - making no noise on the gravel. "Think of the size of the fish we could catch."
Jem's lips twitched. "It's not funny, you know."
"It is a bit.
PROBOSCIS, n. The rudimentary organ of an elephant which serves him in place of the knife-and-fork that Evolution has as yet denied him. For purposes of humor it is popularly called a trunk.
Professor Branestawm
landed on my chest and stuck its proboscis
Survival is not enough. Sardine
Who is this lady?" he asked me.
"Britomartis," I said. "The Lady of Nets."
Leo looked dubious. "Does that include basketball and the Internet?"
"Just hunting and fishing nets," I said.
It's called a sea anchor,' [Evanlyn] explained. 'It'll stop us drifting too far.'
Alyss was impressed. 'And you said you were pig-ignorant when it came to boats.'
'I don't remember saying that,' Evanlyn replied with a frown.
Alyss shrugged. 'Oh? Well, it must have been me.
A fresh spiderweb
billowing
like a spinnaker
across the open window
and here he is
the little master
sailing by
on a thread of milk
wish me luck
admiral
I haven't finished anything
in a long time
Take the tail of the female tuna - and I'm talking of the large female tuna whose mother city is Byzantium.
I like fish; no fish business for me.
Tuball's say. Enzo's Lemorine pet.
Sea-foam
And coral! Oh, I'll
Climb the great pasture rocks
And dream me mermaid in the sun's
Gold flood.
I rode Sea Pigeon in all his work - that's why my arms are so long.
The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.