Toads Quotes

If only one could tell true love from false love as one can tell mushrooms from toadstools.

The chief is the chief. He is the eagle who flies high and cannot be touched by the spit of the toad.

I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.

Come back and wake me up.....half past May! (the Toad)

The toad has indeed no superior as a destroyer of noxious insects, and he possesses no bad habits and is entirely inoffensive himself, every owner of a garden should treat him with utmost hospitality.

Insults are engendered from vulgar minds, like toadstools from a dunghill.

We don't care to eat toadstools that think they are truffles.

The music of all creatures has to do with their loves, even of toads and frogs. Is it not the same with man?

I am against people reaping where they have not sown. But we have a saying that if you want to eat a toad you should look for a fat and juicy one.

I will be very sad when global warming and toxins kill off all the toads and frogs and salamanders. Here's hoping we, as humans, figure out a way to be less stupid.

If it is your duty to croak like the toad, then go ahead! And with all your might! Make them hear you!

Toad, with no one to check his statements or to criticize in an unfriendly spirit, rather let himself go. Indeed, much that he related belonged more properly to the category of what-might-have-happened-had-I-only-thought-of-it-in-time-instead-of-ten-minutes-afterwards. Those are always the best and raciest adventures; and why should they not be truly ours, as much as the somewhat inadequate things that really come off?

If God had wanted us to be concerned for the plight of the toads, he would have made them cute and furry.

Mick Jagger is about as sexy as a pissing toad.

And hence the poet must seek to be essentially anonymous, He must die a little death each morning, He must swallow his toad and study his vomit as Baudelaire studied la charogne of Jeanne Duval.

The moan of the whip-poor-will from the hillside; the boding cry of the tree-toad, that harbinger of storm; the dreary hooting of the screechowl.

If that a pearl may in a toad's head dwell, And may be found too in an oyster shell.

Your talent sets you apart: if you were a toad or a tarantula, even then, people would respect you, for to talent all things are forgiven.

Apparently you're not allowed to lick a toad's back.

I'm sure I've been a toad, one time or another. With bats, weasels, worms...I rejoice in the kinship. Even the caterpillar I can love, and the various vermin.

Perhaps in time, Ella, the words we have lost will fade, and we will all stop summoning them by habit, only to stamp them out like unwanted toadstools when they appear. Perhaps they will eventually disappear altogether, and the accompanying halts and stammers as well: those troublesome, maddening pauses that at present invade and punctuate through caesura all manner of discourse. Trying so desperately we all are, to be ever so careful.

A toad does not run in the daytime for nothing

A careful observation of Nature will disclose pleasantries of superb irony. She has for instance placed toads close to flowers.

Irabu is a fat, pus-y toad.

One of these days I'm going to say the wrong thing to the wrong mage, and I'll be spending the rest of my days searching for Mrs Right Toad.