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Quotes About Owl

Glancing up, Kendra saw a golden owl with a human face gazing down at her from a high limb, a tear sliding from one eye.
~ Brandon Mull
Angie had been summoned to Casa Bellicosa to unfasten a screech owl from the presidential pompadour, which the low-swooping raptor had mistaken for a road-kill fox. When Angie arrived, the commander-in-chief was lurching madly around the helipad, bellowing and clawing at the Velcro skull patch into which the confused bird had embedded its talons.
~ Carl Hiaasen
Tonight's feature starred the commander-in-chief himself. Angie had been summoned to Casa Bellicosa to unfasten a screech owl from the presidential pompadour, which the low-swooping raptor had mistaken for a road-kill fox.
~ Carl Hiaasen
He made a noise like an owl. Since Moist was no ornithologist, he did this by saying "woo woo.
~ Terry Pratchett
The wailing owl Screams solitary to the mournful moon.
~ David Mallet
if he had been in any danger of turning his head at all, except perhaps all the way round like an owl.
~ Naomi Novik
They did not hear Grimble, as he lay dying, chant in the true voice of the Boreal Owl, in tones like chimes in the night, an ancient owl prayer, "I have redeemed myself by giving belief to the wings of the young. Blessed are those who believe, for indeed they shall fly."
~ Kathryn Lasky
A legend, Kludd, is a story that you begin to feel in your gizzard and then over time it becomes true in your heart. And perhaps makes you become a better owl.
~ Kathryn Lasky
Hush little owl, You're with Twi. I got the moves to get you by. Big bad crows. St. Aggie's scamps Ain't got nothin to show the champ. I'll pop a spiral With a twist, Do a three-sixty And scatter mist----
~ Kathryn Lasky
The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting
~ Munia Khan
I'm not an owl," said Arya. "I'm a wolf. I'll howl.
~ George R.R. Martin
Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.
~ Georges Bataille
The owl flies, in the moonlight, over a field where the wounded cry out. Like the owl, I fly in the night over my own misfortune.
~ Georges Bataille
The soft, fluttering cry of a barn owl rose over the churchyard. Silent men flowed out of the dark.
~ Parke Godwin
This, and the owl, told all. It was as he had feared. Birds and bugs, top to bottom, front to back. All salvaged, not because they had innate value, but because they'd been given to the Royal Society by important people. They'd been kept here just as a young couple keeps the ugly wedding present from the rich aunt.
~ Neal Stephenson
Tommy, I'm going to tell you something I've never told anyone before. If you repeat it, I'll deny I said it. Five years ago I saw a white owl with a seventy-foot wingspan swoop out of the sky and pluck a demon off a hillside and take off into the sky. I heard that cops get the best drugs, Tommy said.
~ Christopher Moore
and in the middle of this lake is a big giant owl. Like five stories tall, which is large, in my book, for an owl.
~ Christopher Moore
and the owl made a noise with very little resemblance in it to the noise conventionally assigned to the owl by men-poets. But it is the obstinate custom of such creatures hardly ever to say what is set down for them.
~ Charles Dickens
that was owl the God's clock it was
~ James Joyce
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tow'rThe moping owl does to the moon complain.
~ Thomas Gray
Coleman walked to the far bed and clicked on the TV. "It's Nancy Grace." "America's screech owl.
~ Tim Dorsey
We learned to be patient observers like the owl. We learned cleverness from the crow, and courage from the jay, who will attack an owl ten times its size to drive it off its territory. But above all of them ranked the chickadee because of its indomitable spirit.
~ Tom Brown Jr.
When the poet closed her eyes the wingspan of the great horned owl cast a tawny shadow over the green immense forests. The owl returned to the forsaken nests of migrating buntings, entered the perfect circle in the heart of cypress, and found the misplaced opal, the color of buttermilk tinted with the inks of crushed violets. The
~ Pat Conroy
The Sibyl, sharp as an owl on the hunt, noticed his discomfiture at once. The mischievous smile, which she delivered at the last, finally revealed her monstrous teeth, and abruptly transformed her from the Grandmother into the Wolf.
~ Patricia Duncker