quote by David Icke

The human race is a herd. Here we are, unique, eternal aspects of consciousness with an infinity of potential, and we have allowed ourselves to become an unthinking, unquestioning blob of conformity and uniformity. A herd. Once we concede to the herd mentality, we can be controlled and directed by a tiny few. And we are.

— David Icke

Remarkable Blob quotations

With girls, everything looks great on the surface.

But beware of drawers that won't open. They contain a three-month supply of dirty underwear, unwashed hose, and rubber bands with blobs of hair in them.


I am young in my energy because I really still believe that we can share who we are, and we can wipe off on each other. I see this huge tapestry when we're born, and this red blob that's your soul or your heart.

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I applied streaks and blobs of colors onto the canvas with a palette knife, and I made them sing with all the intensity I could.

We all need something to help us unwind at the end of the day.

You might have a glass of wine, or a joint, or a big delicious blob of heroin to silence your silly brainbox of its witterings but there has to be some form of punctuation, or life just seems utterly relentless.

An obsessive attention to the news, I've realized, only serves to paint a picture of the world as a throbbing blob of dysfunction, most news falling somewhere on a scale from disappointing to calamitous.


People have been so busy relating to how I look, it's a miracle I didn't become a self-conscious blob of protoplasm.

One blob of red in the wrong place and the audience isn't looking at the hero, they're looking at a patch of curtain (or something similar) and your whole effect is lost.

I see my large nose, like half an avocado.

I broke it falling downstairs when I was six, and it now resembles a large blob of play-dough.

I am very fulfilled in my home life, and what films do for me is to create an ironclad structure that, in my life as a mom, does not exist. It is a shapeless blob of happy chaos.

If the means were available, we could trace our ancestry - yours and mine - back to the first blob of life-like material that came into being on the planet.


You put a blob of yellow here, and another at the further edge of the canvas: straight away a rapport is established between them. Colour acts in the way that music does.

The principal reason, invariably, most "successful" giant companies rather quickly become also-rans, or just amorphous blobs on the competitive landscape, is their failure to re-tool in anything like a fundamental way. In fact, the worse things get, typically, the more they dig in their heels and defend yesterday's turf.

The internet has no government, no constitution, no laws, no rights, no police, no courts. Don't talk about fairness or innocence, and don't talk about what should be done. Instead, talk about what is being done and what will be done by the amorphous unreachable undefinable blob called the internet user base.

I was told a lie from the pit of hell: that my baby was just a blob of tissue.

The aftermath of abortion can equally deadly for both mother and unborn child. A woman who has an abortion is sentenced to bear that for the rest of her life.

In any government bureaucracy, they are not working for you but for the mythical blob called the 'public sector,' which is really nothing but a stash of stolen cash divided among the robber class.


Opusculum paedagogicumThe pears are not viols,Nudes or bottles.

They resemble nothing else.They are yellow formsComposed of curvesBulging toward the base.They are touched red.They are not flat surfacesHaving curved outlines.They are roundTapering toward the top.In the way they are modelledThere are bits of blue.A hard dry leaf hangsFrom the stem.The yellow glistens.It glistens with various yellows,Citrons, oranges and greensFlowering over the skin.The shadows of the pearsAre blobs on the green cloth.The pears are not seenAs the observer wills.

I spend my days kneeling in the muck of language, feeling around for gooey verbs, nouns, and modifiers that I can squash together to make a blob of a sentence that bears some likeness to reason and sense.

I'm a fang-toothed, blob-nosed, slouchy slob.

I went to the Mary Lee Burbank School in Belmont.

And it was a place where you, like, learned to go to the store? And I was saying, Oh God, I want to learn something else. I wanted to learn to read and write better and do mathematics better. They were very much into Abstract Expressionism and that artsy stuff. And where most kids did what I call meaningless blobs, I could render perfectly.

In America, the political system just is paralyzed for whatever reason.

Maybe I'm right, maybe I'm wrong, in that it's just become this giant blob bureaucracy, the primary objective is self-preservation, and the definition of self-preservation is don't do anything because then you continue to illustrate where you're needed.


The idea that Hispanics or women or any other group of people think alike, vote alike? That's what Democrats want. They want mind-numbed robots who all think alike and who all vote alike. It's easy! You dumb them down, you get rid of critical thinking, and you just have a blob, basically, out there of people that look for the D on the ballot and pull the lever.

But the poetry side is what appeals more to me today.

Metaphor, just absurd linkages and coming up with categories, labeling, taxonomy, and I'd say that I do have some tools left. There are days I can't make a sentence out of anything, and anything I make looks clunky to me. But I still have a general grasp of the cliché, of the generic sentence. And if I didn't have that, I'd be a blob of putty on the floor.

Almost all great painters in old age arrive at the same kind of broad, simplified style, as if they wanted to summarise the whole of their experience in a few strokes and blobs of colour.

You have this weird thing where you end up trying to fight against this faceless blob, where the more you hate it, the bigger it gets, because it's all in your head.

Brioches are a light, pale yellow, faintly sweet kind of muffin with a characteristic blob on top, rather like a mushroom just pushing crookedly through the ground. Once eaten in Paris, they never taste as good anywhere else.


We all start out equal, little blobs of blood and muscle. It’s a set-up of awesome potential.

And tar is washing up onto the beaches - big globs of tar.

And people are saying, 'Is that going to ruin our summer at the beach?' No, of course not. You take the big blobs of tar and you use them to hold down your blanket.

I also wear a hat or a very tightly pulled head tie when I write.

I suppose I hope by doing that I will keep my brains from seeping out of my scalp and running in great gray blobs down my neck, into my ears, and over my face.

Painting someone's portrait is, of course, an impossible task.

What an absurd idea to try and distil a human being, the most complex organism on the planet, into flicks, washes, and blobs of paint on a two-dimensional surface.

I love Monet - I've nicknamed him King Blob.

When you go up to the painting, it's a series of blobs - amazing.


The Consumer Product Safety Commission has issued reams of playground regulations and actually gone so far as to recommend against "tripping hazards, like tree stumps and rocks." Maybe we should just bulldoze the local parks and put in a couple of blobs... made of plastic.

Some people are averse to competition and allow the words 'co-operation' and 'humanism' to drool from their mouths, apparently meaning thereby a large blob of protoplasmic homogeneity that lacks all individuality. It is not individuals and their liberty that concerns them, but rather some sort of well greased squirming mass that would seem to be analogous to the brains from which such amorphous 'ideas' emanate.

A member of my family, who shall remain nameless, refers to all newborns as ‘blobs’.

I dont think an alien will be a blob.

If aliens are out there they should have evolved just like us. They should have eyes and be walking on two legs. In short if there is any life out there then it is likely to be very similar to us.