Quotes About Ostriches

Some hunters like to shoot ostriches that have their heads buried in the sand.

You don't direct ostriches, you herd them.

The train started with two whistles and a jerk. Ostriches bounded off the track as we passed, their feathers billowing like smoke. The mountains were grey, flickering in the heat haze. Sometimes a truck smeared a dust-cloud along the horizon.

We have chickens! And ostriches—they're like a chicken, only bigger! One of my colleagues is working on a Tyrannosaur—that's like a really huge chicken, with teeth—but for architectural reasons we can't let it roam free just yet.

Ostriches like shiny things like coins and eyeballs.

We're ostriches and the whole world is sand.

We're ostriches and the whole world is sand.

Gilberte belonged, during those years at least, to the most widespread variety of human ostriches, the kind that bury their heads not in the hope of not being seen, which they consider highly improbable, but in the hope of not seeing that they can be seen, which seems to them something to the good and enables them to leave the rest to chance.

But desert creatures will lie down there, and howling creatures will fill her houses. Ostriches will dwell there, and wild goats will leap about.

So the desert creatures and hyenas will live there and ostriches will dwell there. It will never again be inhabited or lived in from generation to generation.