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Who when examining in the cabinet of the entomologist the gay and exotic butterflies, and singular cicadas, will associate with these lifeless objects, the ceaseless harsh music of the latter, and the lazy flight of the former - the sure accompaniments of the still, glowing noonday of the tropics.
[A] planet, wholly inhabited by spiders, (which is very possible)
Bugrit! Millennium Hand and Shrimp
What-ifs multiplied like a combat-ready squad of Star Trek Tribbles: cute, furry, and armed with bazookas.
Red ants that had a sour farty smell when they were squashed.
I'm a nature bug.
My bugs don't have bugs.Bugs-- Eoin Colfer
Monstrous shiny black beetles the size of goats unfurled their wings, writhed and festered at the very top of the sharp rock formation.
Little jointed stringy things the shape of tadpoles drifted across his vision. He had to keep blinking his eyes to get rid of them, but soon they drifted back.
Amphibians - the word comes from the Greek meaning 'double life.
Fragile creatures of a small blue planet, surrounded by light years of silent space.
Snakes and bastards!
One was to sting me," he thought, "I should swell up as big again as I am!" They were bigger than hornets. The drones were bigger than your thumb, a good deal, and the bands of yellow on their deep black bodies shone like fiery gold.
worms and bugs. They climbed up the
In the year 1657 I discovered very small living creatures in rain water.
I turned to the teeming small creatures that can be held between the thumb and forefinger: the little things that compose the foundation of our ecosystems, the little things, as I like to say, who run the world.
It swam crossways in the direction of the Nautilus with great speed, watching us with its enormous staring green eyes. Its eight arms, or rather feet, fixed to its head, that have given the name of cephalopod to these animals, were twice as long as its body, and were twisted like the furies' hair.
Spiders so large they appear to be wearing the pelts of small mammals.
Earth has waited for them, All the time of their growth Fretting for their decay: Now she has them at last.
Given enough eyeballs, all bugs are shallow.
Our big prize tonight is fifty American dollars to the girl with the most exciting mammalian protuberances.
Observation: I can't see a thing. Conclusion: Dinosaurs.
They are twilight creatures, beings of dawn and dusk, of standing between one thing and another, of not quite and almost, of borderlands and shadows.
He nodded toward the specimens he'd collected. These anonymous creatures, he said, may seem little or nothing in the world. Yet the smallest crumb can devour us. Any smallest thing beneath yon rock out of men's knowing.
On ships they call them barnacles; in business they attach themselves to desks and are called vice presidents.
With enough eyes, all bugs are shallow.
Spiders - the way they move freaks me out. It's so malevolent.
Bugs lurk in corners and congregate at boundaries.
But, for now, I retreated back down the little hidden staircase into the familiar world of the basement of the Natural History Museum, and to the embrace of the trilobites.
Beelzebug n. Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.
Megalodons," Prometheus announced, pulling the Rukma higher and higher, little fountains of water spilling from the leaks in its sides.
"They were at least thirty feet long!" Scathach said.
"I know," replied the Elder. "They must have been babies.
Millions of tiny arthropod feet swarmed over me until my entire body was enveloped. They
The discovery informs about the origins and early evolution of arthropods, the most ubiquitous, species-rich, morphologically diverse and successful animal group on Earth.
Vast, Polyphemus-like, and loathsome, it darted like a stupendous monster of nightmares to the monolith, about which it flung its gigantic scaly arms, the while it bowed its hideous head and gave vent to certain measured sounds. I think I went mad then.
Life forms illogical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return?
speckled spiders, indolent and fat with long security, swing idly to and fro in the vibration of the bells, and never loose their hold upon their thread-spun castles in the air,
Shit, I forgot. This time of the afternoon the bar's probably shut. Half the staff has gone sick again. Mono, I think. Well, let's go look anyway; we might be lucky. We can't go up to my room
it's full of bugs.'
Which kind?'
Both.
The Mollusks - generous hosts when they weren't trying to kill you.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
I don't care how small or big they are, insects freak me out.
Assumed to be australopithecines because there are no other known candidates. I
Myrmecophaga jubata: The anteater. The existence of this predator demonstrates that thinking 71 percent of the time, as ants do, won't prevent you from being eaten. Thinking less than that, as humans do, will almost guarantee 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.
What sort of moths eat chainmail?
Genghises. Large, angry Genghises.
What I remember are tentacles. Tentacles and teeth.
Laetoli hominins, but we will never be able to answer them all. They walked down a path
What trifles colour life and make it dark as night.
God save me ere I have any babies. They are grabby, clingy creatures who steal your figure and always want a ribbon or a wooden sword. And who sometimes make you die bearing them.
They floated for a while, two flesher-shaped creatures and a giant worm in a cloud of spinning metal fragments, an absurd collection of imaginary debris, glinting by the light of the true stars.
Barking spiders!
Earthworms will dance
Silenus or Nymphs and
the lizard living at the base of her spine
Those are the love killers. They love you and then they kill you. They're from another planet. Supposedly.
A chemical weevil," said Jesper, "But Wylan still hasn't named it. My vote is for the Wyvil."
"That's terrible," said Wylan.
"It's brilliant," Jesper winked. "Just like you.
Hey big mouth, how do you spell triple?
Triceratops is very common: they are the cows of the Cretaceous; they are everywhere.
It always amused me to observe the pathetically desperate hunger expressed in popular culture for life-forms on other planets, when underneath the very feet of these seekers of aliens, and roundly ignored by them, were the most exotic, grotesque, and fabulous life-forms imaginable.
Mysterium tremendum et fascinans
that stomach- flipping mix of awestruck fear and entrancing fascination.
They were a bit like cows but twice and large,
They can try to kill me all they want, but I'm the girl who stands on tha backs of the beasts of the NeoPacific. The Minnow blazes from within, promising life and warmth and vilainy, but out here I'm mighty.
Bad news is, they've figured out I'm alive. Worse news, I can't be sure about them. Their decomposing stench burns my throat. They don't sound very big. Maybe they're pygmy zombies.
The stinging insects clung to one another and floated in clumps the size of basketballs, the ants on bottom giving their lives to save those on top. They
Blood, fat, marrow, grease, sinew, muscle, guts, hide, fur, sleep
They may twitch in their dreams when they sleep
but they sleep deep
Insects all business all the time.
A faint tickling on the back of his right hand caused Eragon to look down. A huge, wingless cricket clung to his glove. The insect was hideous: black and bulbous, with barbed legs and a massive skull-like head. Its carapace gleamed like oil.
Fireflies Hey, fireflies! Fly higher, guys! Fly high above this place. Till a sky rise is a wire's size. Then fly off into space. I catch stupid bugs in jars but you're not bugs you're baby stars!
Two things that can never be contained? Velociraptors and zombies. ~Carrow Graie
Holy crap, were they part anteater?
A detestable, viscous place populated by slugs
Mr. Beeblebrox, sir,' said the insect in awed wonder, 'you're so weird you should be in movies.;
'Yeah,' said Zaphod patting the thing on a glittering pink wing, 'and you, baby, should be in real life.' The insect paused for a moment
Don't weep, insects
Lovers, stars themselves,
Must part.
RATTLESNAKE, n. Our prostrate brother, "Homo ventrambulans".
It is ferocious, life, but it must eat . . .
30. Insects
The fly should have been included in my list of hateful things; for such an odious creature does not belong with ordinary insects ...
A constant flickering confetti of butterflies showered the town of Darwin. Designer insects, I think of them now: there was something enormously wasteful, extravagant even, about the profusion of patterns and shapes and brilliant colours.
It had a sort of a head on it, like a mushroom, and its color was reddish purple. It looked blunt and stupid, compared, say, to fingers and toes with their intelligent expressiveness, or even to an elbow or a knee.
My God! Who is this creature? It considers itself human.
Fireflies ... They'll follow you wherever you like, as long as you're polite to 'em.
Truth is, I wouldn't know a gigabyte from a snakebite.
Off in strata of porous rock by the leathery half-plant, half-animal little makers - and
I pulled the Net chip out of my head, cutting her off. The chip was long and white, with many metal legs; cupped in my hand, it looked like some pale, crawling thing that you'd find living under a rock. Vermin.
Big worms that move through the sand like it's water." Roger's level arm went up and down in a smooth wave. "Or the big thing in Star Wars. What if we step down there and the sand just turns into a big pit with a mouth at the bottom?" "For the record, it's called a Sarlacc," Xela said.
What is this?"
"Plankton, basically," Henry says. "A plant. A bio luminescent plankton called dinoflagellates."
Oh, Henry. He's so romantic.
The Jatravartids, who live in perpetual fear of the time they call The Coming of the Great White Handkerchief, are small blue creatures with more than fifty arms each, who are therefore unique in being the only race in history to have invented the aerosol deodorant before the wheel.
But these, wide-finned in silver, roaring, the light mist of their propellers in the sun, these do not move like sharks. They move like nothing there has ever been. They move like mechanized doom.
For they were the stuff of nightmares; maggoty abominations possessed of incalculable and vile intellect that donned flesh and spines of men and beasts to shield themselves from the sun and enable themselves to walk upright instead of merely slithering.
dropping spiders
Cat, gray tabby, calm, watches large, black ant. Man, rapt, stands staring at cat and ant. Ant advances along path. Ant halts, baffled. Ant back-tracks fast - straight at cat. Cat, alarmed, backs away. Man, standing, staring, laughs. Ant changes path again. Cat, calm again, watches again.
was a parasite with nasty teeth,
Carcharadon carcharias. Six thousand
pounds of muscle powering a hoop
of butcher's knives. The only animal
that ate its weaker siblings in the womb.
Immune from cancer. Constantly awake.
I have always loved octopuses. No sci-fi alien is so startlingly strange.
I love them very much. All animals big and small. You can name an ant for instance.
An octopus has eight legs. You know what else has eight legs? My bed last night. Oh, I didn't have a foursome, but I did sleep with six prosthetic legs (I have a bad back).
Bug on the wall.
Answer: 2 and 4 fleas. Go
The tiniest mite has an inner life of which we can know nothing.
The Eater of Socks,' moaned the Senior Wrangler, with his eyes shut. 'How many tentacles would you expect it to have?' said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. 'I mean, roughly speaking?
The other day, I tried to remember what was the word for 'dragonfly' and couldn't.