Top 218 Ant Quotes & Sayings

The flower and fruit of love are mine The ant, the fieldmouse and the mole

You feel like an ant contemplating Chicago.

Every ant knows the formula of its ant-hill, every bee knows the formula of its beehive. They know it in their own way, not in our way. Only humankind does not know its own formula.

I'm just known as Ant and Dec, even when I'm on my own.

Working with Ant and Dec is so surreal.

To an ant on the ground, an airplane probably looks like an ant.

I make people step over the ant trail.

Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song.

Pray to Him anyway you like, He can even hear the footfall of an ant.

I do not see why we should not be as just to an ant as to a human being.

I really tried for a while to go with the Adam Ant look.

The culture-heroes of our liberal bourgeois civilisation are ant-liberal and ant-bourgeois . . .

Man is the ant of the Universe; He is not an important creature, at least at the moment!

I bought an ant farm. I don't know where I am going to get a tractor that small!

Being married to Ant, he's a little more industrial than I am.

Life is priceless even to an ant.

The whale is endangered, while the ant continues to do just fine.

Everyone knows an ant, can't, move a rubber tree plant.

Viewed as a geometric figure, the ant's path is irregular, complex, and hard to describe.

A prisoner lived in solitary confinement for years. He saw and spoke to no one and his meals were served through an opening in the wall. One day an ant came into his cell. The man contemplated it in fascination as it crawled around the room. He held it in the palm of his hand the better to observe it, gave it a grain or two, and kept it under his tin cup at night. One day it suddenly struck him that it had taken him ten long years of solitary confinement to open his eyes to the loveliness of an ant.

He was in love with life as an ant on a summer blade of grass.

I think people believe that I give ant aura of someone who has both feet on the ground.

As a Marvel fan who grew up with 'The Avengers' and 'Ant-Man' and everything, I definitely have my own sort of feelings about what I want to see as a fan in an 'Ant-Man' movie.

When someone critises or disagrees with you, a small ant of hatred and antagonism is born in your heart. If you do not squash that ant at once, it might grow into a snake, or even a dragon.

You know what, my new mantra is this: ANT AND DEC. Ant and Dec. I might get their names tattooed on each wrist. Because they smile, and they never complain, and it seems to work for them and I wish I could be more like that.

An Ant on a hot stove-lid runs faster than an Ant on a cold one. Who wouldn't?

When I think of God I feel like an ant crawling into a computer.

We can navigate by looking at ant mounds.

We're all ants. I'm a glittery little ant.

The biggest production show I went to with my step-dad and my mom was Adam Ant when I was probably eleven.

I kinda always wanted to be an ant.

I had a chance to do 'Ant-Man' in 2011.

The ant is knowing and wise, but he doesn't know enough to take a vacation.

I didn't know too much about 'Ant-Man.'

That's my private ant. You're liable to break its legs.

How narrow is the vision that exalts the busyness of the ant above the singing of the grasshopper.

I'm a big fan of Ant and Dec, I think they're excellent presenters.

'Ant-Man' was a genre, I guess, that I hadn't really tackled before.

The ant is a collectively intelligent and individually stupid animal; man is the opposite.

An ant on the move does more than a dozing ox.

I met Ant through a mutual friend and it was basically love at first sight.

A supporting actor's impact should be like an ant's sting - small, sharp, yet unforgettable.

I would like to live a day in the life of an ant and hope not to get squashed.

Ant 1: So, uh, do you ever worry that your itsy little neck is just going to snap under the weight of your head? Ant 2: Stop asking me that. You ask me that, like, every five minutes. Ant 1: Sometimes I notice my antennae out of the corner of my eye and I'm all, like: AHH! Something is on me! Get it off! Get it off! Ant 2: Yeah, the antennae again. Listen, I just remembered, I have to go walk around aimlessly now.

This is what metaphor is. It is not saying that an ant is an elephant. Perhaps; both are alive. No. Metaphor is saying the ant is an elephant. Now, logically speaking, I know there is a difference. If you put elephants and ants before me, I believe that every time I will correctly identify the elephant and the ant. So metaphor must come from a very different place than that of the logical, intelligent mind. It comes from a place that is very courageous, willing to step out of our preconceived ways of seeing things and open so large that it can see the oneness in an ant and in an elephant.

The first meaningful friendship moment we had was when Ant sent me a Fred Flintstone Christmas card and it said, 'To Dec from Ant, have a yabba dabba do Christmas.'

For how tiny the world, This ant's egg-and the sky!

I got an ant farm; them fellas didn't grow sh*t.

I just bought a great gift for my boss - a leaky ant farm.

An ant has no quarrel with a boot.

Who's Got Game? The Ant or the Grasshopper? The Lion or the Mouse? Poppy or the Snake?

Forbear, thou great good husband, little ant.

Ant was the only person who knew I was going to propose.

The ant's a centaur in his dragon world.

The smallest form of life, even an ant or a clam, is equal to a human being

We have the right to rid our houses of ants; but what we have no right to do is to forget to honor the ant as God made it, out in the place where God made the ant to be. When we meet the ant on the sidewalk, we step over him. He is a creature, like ourselves; not made in the image of God, it is true, but equal with man as far as creation is concerned. The ant and the man are both creatures.

On the lawn next to the sidewalk a fire ant colony is swarming. The ants are pouring out of a mound nest, here no more than an irregular pile of dirt partly flattened by the last pass of a lawnmower. Winged queens and males are taking off on their nuptial flight, protected by angry-looking workers that run up and down the grass blades and out onto the blistering-hot concrete of the sidewalk. The species is unmistakably Solenopsis geminata, the native fire ant.

And an anteater plus a large hungry mutant ant? An ironic way to die.

Man steps on an ant when he can't catch the fly.

A bit of mould is a pleiad of flowers; a nebula is an ant-hill of stars.