Quotes About Owls

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary. Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls. Sylvia Plath, Ariel; from 'The Moon and the Yew Tree

I rejoice that there are owls.

I really liked the snake that breaks out of the cage in the beginning of the movie. I saw it in real life, and it was really cool. Really big and fat. The owls are cool as well, but you can't really pet them.

Night is done, gone the moon, gone the stars From the skies. Fades the black of night Comes the morn with rosy light. Fold your wings, go to sleep, Rest your gizzards, Safe you'll be for the day. Glaux is nigh. Far away is first black, But it shall seep back Over field Over flower In the twilight hour. We are home in our tree. We are owls, we are free. As we go, this we know Glaux is nigh.

Light itself is a great corrective. A thousand wrongs and abuses that are grown in darkness disappear like owls and bats before the light of day. JAMES A. GARFIELD

Are we having a plague of owls?' Larry inquired. 'Are they attacking the larder and zooming out with bunches of chops in their talons?

Well, I want you all to be polite,' said Mother firmly, adding, 'and you're not to mention owls, Larry. She might think we're peculiar.' 'We are,' concluded Larry with feeling.

The owls appeared now, drifting from tree to tree as silently as flakes of soot, hooting in astonishment as the moon rose higher and higher, turning to pink, then gold, and finally riding in a nest of stars, like a silver bubble.

Owls are wise. They are careful and patient. Wisdom precludes boldness. That is why owls make poor heroes.

There was an old man with a beard, who said: 'It is just as I feared! Two owls and a hen, four larks and a wren have all built their nests in my beard.

What the hell was he shooting at? You? Or the birds?' 'He fired off a few rounds at me, both from here and back there.' Lev turned to indicate the spot where the assailant stood. 'Then he was shooting at the owls.' 'The ones that attacked him.' There was open skepticism in Jonas's voice. 'I don't carry spare owl feathers in my pocket,' Levi said.

The little owls call to each other with tremulous, quavering voices throughout the livelong night, as they sit in the creaking trees.

When the Sun sets, shadows, that shew'd at Noon But small, appear most long and terrible; So, when we think Fate hovers o'er our Heads, Our apprehensions shoot beyond all bounds, Owls, Ravens, Crickets seem the watch of death, Nature's worst Vermine scare her God-like Sons. Ecchoes the very leavings of a Voice, Grow babling Ghosts, and call us to our Graves: Each Mole-hill thought swells to a huge Olympus, While we fantastick Dreamers heave and puff, And sweat with an Imagination's weight...

I really liked the snake that breaks out of the cage in the beginning of the movie. I saw it in real life, and it was really cool. Really big and fat. The owls are cool as well, but you can't really pet them.

It was the end of August — the time when owls hoot at night and flurries of bats swoop noiselessly over the garden. Moomin Wood was full of glow-worms, and the sea was disturbed. There was expectation and a certain sadness in the air, and the harvest moon came up huge and yellow. Moomintroll had always liked those last weeks of summer most, but he didn't really know why.

And think of our poor doctor, all alone among them damned trees – why, there might be owls.

If this were a made-up story, it would begin at night, with a storm blowing and owls hooting and rattling noises under the bed.

It was great to see the owls, I said. She smiled. Yes. They're wild things, of course. Killers, savages. They're wonderful.

A massive half-tester bed takes up most of the space in the first room, the headboard panel carved with various animals with women's heads and bare breasts- owls, snakes and foxes- doing some kind of weird dance.

It made no sense naturewise—owls and songbirds work different shifts, and even if they didn't they would still never be friends.

If owls were the professors of the avian kingdom, then kookaburras, I thought, might well be the gym teachers.

The jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window-sill. It rose in a straight blue garment, When owls began to call: It has grown wise-tongued by thinking Of a quiet and light footfall; But the young queen would not listen; She rose in her pale night-gown; She drew in the heavy casement And pushed the latches down...

There is nothing but the gleam of mysterious light—not dawn and yet not starlight—where the unlit earth meets the night-black sky, and the only sound is the haunting call of the owls.

Owls are keepers of the dead, but not just the dead. They're messengers between worlds.