Birds Quotes
If there was one thing she'd learned from her parents, it's that pleasure was sacred.
Sturdy swimmers afloat on water-couch Beneath the heavy bill their treasured pouchFishes pray for them to fly far away Inland lakes toast to the Pelican’s day
Rain, rain falling downDown, down on the goundAll the birds go in the treesThey don't like the rain, you see.
What I saw was just one eyeIn the dawn as I was going:A bird can carry all the skyIn that little button glowing.Never in my life I wentSo deep into the firmament.
That the birds of worry and care fly over you head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent." - Chinese Proverb
Morning birdsong filled the room. For all his high opinion of birds, privileged among God's creatures, still, deep in his heart, the Emperor did not trust them, just as he did not trust artists.
Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair.
There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird, When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone." - Sentry
The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that.
The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young.
My feathered friends were so much to me that I am constantly tempted to make this sketch of my first years a book about birds and little else.
But Hopes are Shy Birds flying at a great distance seldom reached by the best of Guns.
The desire to fly is an idea handed down to us by our ancestors who... looked enviously on the birds soaring freely through space... on the infinite highway of the air.
Tiny quails may not seem as impressive as a mammoth turkey, but there is something refreshing about a spread of individual birds on the Christmas table.
Birds sing after a storm why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
Birds have wings they're free they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.
Half of the modern drugs could well be thrown out of the window, except that the birds might eat them.
Use what talents you possess the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
The impression left after watching the motions of birds is that of extreme mobility - a life of perpetual impulse checked only by fear.