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Cats. Furry little sociopaths that we invite into our homes.
Carnivorous unicorns, I thought.
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
Ye gods and little fishes.
Monsters are made
A little roving, solitary thing.
There is vast sea of all kind of creatures.
Butterflies ... not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures
Their powerlessness, innocence, and imagination fused to enable them to turn time inside out, travel on the wind, and enter the souls of animals.
Ancient charmers with skeleton throats and peachy cheeks that have a rather ghastly bloom upon them seen by daylight, when indeed these fascinating creatures look like Death and the Lady fused together, dazzle the eyes of men. Forth
There are creatures in this world, small things and pretty things, which burn within them a fire for survival.
Things without defense: insects, kittens, small boys.
Little creatures they were who seemed to have been blown from glass.
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
They can fly and they howl, they slaughter depression and headaches, they daydream like gangbanging daffodils, orchids and cherry blossoms grasping mauve toffee clouds, they breastfeed laughter.
All creatures are merely veils under which God hides Himself and deals with us.
The only monsters in this world are those who pass for human, who cast shadows and are reflected in mirrors, who smile and speak of compassion and shed convincing tears.
The human creature is so astonishing, but count on it before anything else to be just that-a creature. A laughing animal, a dangerous one, a clever one, a scared one, but always acting for a reason-a motive that will move the beast towards its desires.
We are stratified creatures, creatures full of abysses, with a soul of inconstant quicksilver, with a mind whose color and shape change as in a kaleidoscope that is constantly shaken.
A mix of human and lizard and who knows what else. White, tight reptilian skin smeared with gore, clawed hands and feet, their faces a mess of conflicting features.
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . .
Snakes and bastards!
Skinless creatures swayed in death throes from thick, silver hooks. Beneath them, on the turquoise mosaic floor, rows of buckets overflowed with clotting blood.
What were these animals then?"
"They didn't have names, but I knew what they were.
Humans have a fraught relationship with beasts. They are our companions and our chattel, our family members and our laborers, our household pets and our household pests. We love them and cage them, admire them and abuse them. And, of course, we cook and eat them.
things riding mules
The sentient beast has long been a staple of fantasy fiction and its antecedents in myth and folktale.
One of my favorite things about supernatural fiction is its vast array of creatures.
Creatures stalking each other over time grew a bond from mind to mind.
Beasts abstract not.
Some readers will say that animals awaken fantasy, if not heresy, in those who attach moral significance to them. Yet often I think it is the more violent among us who are living out the fantasy, some delusion in which everything in nature is nothing and all is permitted.
Animals are something invented by plants to move seeds around. An extremely yang solution to a peculiar problem which they faced.
Things, things, they outlive us and go to scenes that we know nothing of.
Off in strata of porous rock by the leathery half-plant, half-animal little makers - and
Stuffed creatures, come to life and attack werewolves.
They soared past the dark shapes of animals, grazing in the fields.
"What are they?" she asked.
"Sheep," Mason replied. "I once heard someone describe them as floating like clouds across the hills.
There are monsters in the sea.
Nature! We are surrounded by her and locked in her clasp: powerless to leave her, and powerless to come closer to her. Unasked and unwarned she takes us up into the whirl of her dance, and hurries on with us till we are weary and fall from her arms.
[Insects] are not only cold-blooded, and green- and yellow-blooded, but are also cased in a clacking horn. They have rigid eyes and brains strung down their backs. But they make up the bulk of our comrades-at-life, so I look to them for a glimmer of companionship.
Men, I say, but better to call them human spiders that go crawling in between and under the tables with rags in their hands, ..from the reader's choice about MK Gandhi and his works for the regeneration of human kind.
Humanity has determined it is supreme in the kingdom of animals, yet [the] beasts live a less tragic existence ... and many of their tragedies are a consequence of so-called human brilliance.
Whether you understand they evolved over billions of years or believe that a God made them all one afternoon, please be kind to animals.
Animals often strike us as passionate machines.
They are stupid, they are beasts, they are meat, they are death. I am talking simply but without any affectation.
Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are its tormented souls.
The creature all men on Arrakis fear, you treat it like a riding animal.
Somewhere in the land, a monster lurked.
This is what I do for fun - brainstorm about monsters!
I can discover nothing in any mere animal but an ingenious machine, to which nature has given senses to wind itself up, and guard, to a certain degree, against everything that might destroy or disorder it.
Fetishes ... they're the pet you feed or the beast that eats you. We'll feed your beast until it's tamed.
How many hearts with warm, red blood in them are beating under cover of the woods, and how many teeth and eyes are shining? A multitude of animal people, intimately related to us, but of whose lives we know almost nothing, are as busy about their own affairs as we are about ours.
The individual human is still the creature who can wonder, who can be enchanted by a sonata, who can place symbols together to make poetry to gladden our heart, who can view a sunrise with a sense of majesty and awe.
How like they are to human things!
Let us investigate more closely this property common to animal and plant, this power of producing its likeness, this chain of successive existences of individuals, which constitutes the real existence of the species.
What is man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit
As for men, those myriad little detached ponds with their own swarming corpuscular life, what were they but a way that water has of going about beyond the reach of rivers?
Every creature in the world is like a book and a picture and a mirror for us
There is no mythical creatures just creatures man ran in to hiding.
They were all slender, frail creatures with wondering Wes and soft fluttery voices. But they were all made out of thin invisible steel.
The clouds, - the only birds that never sleep.
Creatures that hang themselves up like an old rag, to sleep;
And disgustingly upside down.
Hanging upside down like rows of disgusting old rags
And grinning in their sleep.
Nature clasps all her creatures in a universal embrace; there is not one of them which she has not plainly furnished with all means necessary to the conservation of its being.
Vampires. Honestly, they're like children sometimes.
Animals, birds, and fish confirm Your power and Your existence.
Animals are nothing but the portrayal of our virtues and vices made manifest to our eyes, the visible reflections of our souls.
No use, no use!' said the King. 'She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you like-she's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. 'Do you spell "creature" with a double "e"?
If there is one creature that represents my essence, it's butterflies.
The creatures I seek do not want to be seen.
Unicorns, dragons, witches may be creatures conjured up in dreams, but on the page their needs, joys, anguishes, and redemptions should be just as true as those of Madame Bovary or Martin Chuzzlewit.
Human beings are the only animals of which I am thoroughly and cravenly afraid.
Either a beast or a god.
Yet is it not the heart but the members of play that elevate us above the beasts: the fingers with which we touch the clavichord or the flute, the tongue with which we jest and lie and seduce. Lacking members of play, what is there left for beasts to do when they are bored but sleep?
In this transparency, the footprints of the little birds spoke with a muffled voice. What they spoke of was entirely without significance, or else something capable of lifting a life off its hinges: there was no way of knowing.
The most beautiful, the most spirited and the most inspiring creature ever to print foot on the grasses of America.
Our houses are hosts to these creatures which are ultra-tiny (so small they were only first discovered in 1965) which live in human carpets, in our beds, on our food, floating in the air, in fact, they are omnipresent.
Within this new work of art a creature from beyond the reach of Humanity has insinuated herself and now lurks there at the heart of the mystery, a power unimagined before our time.
Even angels are animals.
Creatures of the night were rising from their resting places and venturing forth to feed on their unsuspecting victims.
We are not afraid of predators, we're transfixed by them, prone to weave stories and fables and chatter endlessly about them, because fascination creates preparedness, and preparedness, survival. In a deeply tribal way, we love our monsters ...
They moved in dance steps too intricate for the noninitiated eye to imitate or understand. Clearly they were of one soul. Handsome, rangy, wildly various, they were bound in total loyalty, not by oath, but by the simple, unquestioning belongingness of part of one organism.
Someone had to fight the monsters. Who better than a monster?
Every spare moment was spent tromping about in the exploration, pursuit, and gathering of elusive living things; or, when the weather was too stormy, reading about the exploration, pursuit, and gathering of elusive living things. We
Nature, the vicar of the Almighty Lord.
A squalid phantasmagoria of breath
Each of us have monsters that live in our depths. Like all mythological sea monsters, they are too big and too powerful to be caged. The mysteries we attempt to cage are the ones most likely to eat us. We
What manner of man is this, or what manner of creature is it in the semblance of man?
Along with the other animals, the stones, the trees, and the clouds, we ourselves are characters within a huge story that is visibly unfolding all around us, participants within the vast imagination, or Dreaming, of the world.
The only time they appear human is when you have a knife at their throats. The instant you remove it, they fall back into animality. Obscenity.
They are all beasts of burden in a sense, ' Thoreau once remarked of animals, 'made to carry some portion of our thoughts.' Animals are the old language of the imagination; one of the ten thousand tragedies of their disappearance would be a silencing of this speech.
fractious, four-legged children of Satan,
The combined outrage of the millions of creatures which have suffered at the hands of man may well combine to haunt us. We are all of the same family, though destiny has assigned us to different roles: in our relationship with animals, we should regard them as different, not inferior.
Where loyalty bound creatures together, they became something larger, something new and whole and inexplicable.
Monsters are bad things, but monsters that do not walk and talk like monsters are the worst.
Things. Cosas. Things attach themselves like leeches to the human soul, then they bleed out the sweetness and the music and the primordial joy of being unencumbered upon the land.
Animals are good to think with.
Squirrels, otters, hedgehogs, mice,
Moles with fur like sable,
Gathered in good spirits all,
Round the festive table.
Sit we down to eat and drink.
Friends, before we do, let's think,
Fruit of forest, field and banks,
To the seasons we give thanks.
As phantoms frighten beasts when shadows fall.
We monsters are necessary to nature also.
The world is chock-full of monsters.
Yes, monsters all of us, I thought. And so horribly fragile.