Swarming Locusts Quotes & Sayings

So the guy that we're really targeting our system at this year is one of the guys who brought a 16bit system three or four years ago and has pretty much had it with that, and he's ready to buy something new. — Trip Hawkins

What is understood by republican government in the United States is the slow and quiet action of society upon itself. — Alexis De Tocqueville

We are all experiments in enthusiasms, narrow and preordained. — Kurt Vonnegut

I understand and sympathize with the reasonable needs of a reasonable number of people on a finite continent. All life depends upon other life. But what is happening today, in North America, is not rational use but irrational massacre. Man the Pest, multiplied to the swarming stage, is attacking the remaining forests like a plague of locusts on a field of grain. — Edward Abbey

It has been said that a specialist is a barbarian whose ignorance is not well-rounded — Stanislaw Lem

Only once, at the city that had forged and broken and sheltered his queen. Her — Sarah J. Maas

People's lives have to change as a result of this legislation. — Major Owens

The rockets set the bony meadows afire, turned rock to lava, turned wood to charcoal, transmuted water to steam, made sand and silica into green glass which lay like shattered mirrors reflecting the invasion, all about. The rockets came like drums, beating in the night. The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. — Ray Bradbury

If you want to shoot rare, fast-moving elephants, you should always carry a loaded gun. — Warren Buffett

Whatever you think people are withholding from you-praise, appreciation, assistance, loving care, and so on-give it to them. — Eckhart Tolle

You strip me bare. You see through everything. You are the only one who has ever known everything and still wanted me. Only you, my beloved.
Gabriel Emerson — Sylvain Reynard

Throw the word "bargain" around a few times, and people will swarm the tiredest old dreck like bees in search of a new hive. Or maybe locusts, ready to strip the place bare. They even buzzed like swarming insects. Voices raised in conversation and laughter, plus the occasional shrieks of a tired child, formed a background roar that still failed to drown out the tired tinkle of Christmas music piped over the top. I'd only been here ten minutes and already I'd heard White Christmas twice. Two times too many in my book. — Marina Finlayson

The rockets came like locusts, swarming and settling in blooms of rosy smoke. And from the rockets ran men with hammers in their hands to beat the strange world into a shape that was familiar to the eye, to bludgeon away all the strangeness, their mouths fringed with nails so they resembled steel-toothed carnivores, spitting them into their swift hands as they hammered up frame cottages and scuttled over roofs with shingles to blot out the eerie stars, and fit green shades to pull against the night. — Ray Bradbury

We are in front of a fountain, whose jet she seems to be watching. 'Those are your thoughts and mine. Look where they all start from, how high they reach, and then how it's still prettier when they fall back. And then they dissolve immediately, driven back up with the same strength, then there's that broken spurt again, that fall ... and so on indefinitely. — Andre Breton