Quotes About Sparrows

I swear the sparrows called us ten kinds of idiot when we did it.

Oh frail city! Where strangers arrive Pushing into cracks There to abide Oh blue city! Old friends gather sighs At the foot of docks After the tide Uncrowned city! Where sparrows alight In spider tracks On sills well high Doomed city! Closing comes the night History awakens Here to abide Frail Age Fisher kel Tath

It was a pretty complete list. The kind of list one makes when one cannot fall asleep because one's thoughts keep swirling through one's brain like a bunch of sparrows on crack.

Before taking his leave of a premises, the dustman would request either beer or a tip for his trouble, quaintly known in the trade as 'sparrows'.

The little Durands were there, I conclude, said she, with their mouths open to catch the music; like unfledged sparrows ready to be fed. They never miss a concert.

She lifts a bowl of kheer and her thoughts, flittering like dusty sparrows in a brown back alley, turn a sudden kingfisher blue.

Afternoon has now turned to evening. The sparrows are silent, nested up under the eaves for the night. It is time for Pat's final meal.

The sun has set behind the trees. Afternoon has now turned to evening. The sparrows are silent, nested up under the eaves for the night. It is time for Pat's final meal.

If brandy was made out of sparrows there would soon be no sparrows.

There's something in the Bible about falling sparrows,' Kevin said. 'About his eye being on them. That's what's wrong with God: he only has one eye.

If 'dead' matter has reared up this curious landscape of fiddling crickets, song sparrows, and wondering men, it must be plain even to the most devoted materialists that the matter of which he speaks contains amazing, if not dreadful, powers, and may not impossibly be, as Thomas Hardy has suggested, 'but one mask of many worn by the Great Face behind.

hey sparrows no pissing on my old winter quilt!

smoke, spattered with grey-black debris, coming faster and thicker, eager to escape the brick maw and billow across the unbroken sky. 'Go on...go!' Tania said, exhilarated, raising her arms above her, scattering the sparrows from the trees, who fluttered through the grey snow and beyond it, singing their journey as they flew.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father.

So do not be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten by God.