Ostriches Quotes

Ostriches Quote of the day

Faith is to the human what sand is to the ostrich.

A writer may tell me that he thinks man will ultimately become an ostrich. I cannot properly contradict him.

I do not wear my emotions on my sleeve. I was once described by my own son Stephen as an emotional ostrich.

I have eyes like a bullfrog, a neck like an ostrich and long, limp hair. You just have to be good to survive with that equipment.

Any fool can turn a blind eye but who knows what the ostrich sees in the sand.

The ostrich burying its head in the sand does at any rate wish to convey the impression that its head is the most important part of it.

We're ostriches and the whole world is sand.

Rock star, flier than an ostrich...

I must seem like an ostrich who forever burries its head in the relativistic sands in order not to face the evil quanta.

The ostrich is the only animal officially endowed with political direction.

Madness is the WHO staring into the abyss and denying it is there. Madness is an ostrich who sticks her head in the sand while a pack of hyenas closes around her. - Lanky Man with green eyes

I have a very ostrich mentality. I feel like I have my head in the sand so no one can see me.

I break all the rules and wear everything. Ruffles, ostrich feathers, fox coats. You look fat in fox anyway, so if you start fat, you only look a little fatter.

Every time Europe looks across the Atlantic to see the American Eagle, it observes only the rear end of an ostrich.

Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round, And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd? No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain; It only serves to prove the living vain.

I will endanger your species like an ostrich, Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage!

Ostrich is a very lean meat. Bison is a very lean meat. Chicken is a very lean meat. Notice something about my favorite meats?

You might be a redneck if a full-grown ostrich has fewer feathers than your cowboy hat.

A weapon, I told Horus. I need a weapon. I reached into the Duat and pulled out an ostrich feather. “Really?” I yelled. Horus didn’t answer

Like the ostrich, head under wingWhen the roaring storm breaks,So many people take refugeUnder the soft pillowOf specious arguments.