Quotes About Geese

She even raised young geese in her large country kitchen and had three guest rooms, named Hope, Contentment, and Joy.

Oh, but I like my geese. Like cats, they can't be told what to do, and like dogs, they're loyal, and like people, they talk every chance they get.

first thing is that I love you. And the second thing is that as much as I honor your former profession, I don't think your geese care much for your betrothed and I hope they hadn't any plans on sharing our bed.

whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh & exciting - over & over announcing your place in the family of things

Last night the geese came back, slating fast from the blossom of the rising moon down to the black pond. A muskrat swimming in the twilight saw them and hurried to the secret lodges to tell everyone spring had come. And so it had. By morning when I went out the last of the ice had disappeared, blackbirds sang on the shores. Every year the geese, returning, do this, I don't know how.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again.

Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting— over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

As a youth, I listened to the rain from the bowers of pleasure houses, Red silk drapes translucent in the glow of candlelight. In my prime, I listened to the rain as a traveler, The sky low, the river broad, the calls of the wild geese harsh and cold. Now, grey at the temples, I listen to the rain beneath the eaves of an abandoned cloister. Has mine been a futile life? I have no answers, only the sound of raindrops upon worn stone steps, And long hours yet to pass before the light of dawn.

Pound for pound, these animals don't add up to much. Dog fanciers with a couple of Rottweilers trump us in terms of sheer biomass. But, when it comes to sheer insistence, even the largest, most unruly dogs—or for that matter, your average herd of cattle—are no match for our ducks, geese, parrots, parakeets, turkeys, cats, rabbits, and other birds.

At least our ducks and geese live in backyard pens, though trudging outside to fill their plastic swimming pools involves a trip through the basement, where two convalescing turkeys yip pathetically if I don't coo and hand-feed them grain.

The westerly wind whines sharp, wild gees cry in the sky, the frosty morning's moon. Frosty the morning's moon, Horses' hooves clatter hard, Stifled the sound of the trumpet. Mao Zedong, 1935

Calligraphy of geese against the sky- the moon seals it.

Lord Courtenay: 2 peacocks; 3 sheep, 5 geese; 2 pigs; sundry pies and pastries .£4. 3.6 1 June 1475 Boots for my lord Simon...................................... 12.6

Canada geese? Like geese from Canada? Before he can answer, I shout out. Aren't Canadians supposed to be over friendly? I think they channel all their rage into the geese, Matthew answers as he approaches.

When the fox preaches, look to your geese.

Darling, it is your darkness where I want my body to be buried. You burn me at both ends, send the geese bumping within my skin.

It's like trying to herd a flock of geese," said Orik. "They're always trying to go off on their own, they make an obnoxious noise, and they'll bite your hand first chance they get.

perfect as a freshly tucked-in sheet. Only for a moment. Two geese floating by the near shore of the lake took frantic, honking flight as a large projectile landed in the water beside them with a tremendous, booming slap.

Two sounds of autumn are unmistakable...the hurrying rustle of crisp leaves blown along the street...by a gusty wind, and the gabble of a flock of migrating geese.

Murder' is the word for a group of crows, like a flock of geese or a herd of cows or a convention of orthodontists.

You'll never live to wed his niece. You'll only die to feed his geese.

He would say to a suitor, "What is the difference in the length of my legs?" and if the youth replied, "Why, one is shorter than the other," the Duke would run him through with the sword he carried in his swordcane and feed him to the geese. The suitor was supposed to say, "Why, one is longer than the other.

Walter the Farting Dog." The six geese spun around and farted, their tail feathers flipping up in sync with the noisy blasts. "Excellent. End story time." The geese slumped

A goose instinctively heads south in a V-formation in a V formed of other geese instinctively heading south. It doesn't check out the beach and experiment with a sandpiper lifestyle. It does what it's designed to do.