Quotes About Bird

The 1988 biopic of bebop immortal Charlie Parker, 'Bird,' was the film that opened my eyes to Clint Eastwood's potential as a filmmaker.

Conocen la historia del pájaro que se extravió y nadie fué en su busca? Se convirtió en piedra y lloró. Lloró pequeñísimos guijarros.

May out of the clouds of chance A calm wind blow, a bird be sighted and steer Straight for your bough, and its pursuing love Break in the air, a scarlet target afloat For the strength of your striking arrow; — Philip Larkin, from section III of "Now," The Complete Poems , ed. Archie Burnett (Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, 2012)

She liked it? 'I love it--the way you'd love an orphan, or a bird with a broken foot.

Passivo come un uccello che vede tutto, volando, e si porta in cuore nel volo in cielo la coscienza che non perdona.

He watched a catbird hopping around in an azalea that was readying itself to bloom; he envied the bird for knowing nothing of what he knew; he would have swapped souls with it in a heartbeat. And then to take wing, to know the air's buoyancy even for an hour: the trad was a no-brainer, and the catbird, with its lively indifference to him, its sureness of physical selfhood, seemed well aware of how preferable it was to be the bird.

Lejos un trino. El ruiseñor no sabe que te consuela.

Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie, A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly. Ask me a riddle and I reply: "Cottleston, Cottleston, Cottleston Pie." That

First don: O cuckoo, shall I call thee bird, Or but a wandering voice? Second don: State the alternative preferred, With reasons for your choice.

I denied it, this new land. But love, I'll concede this: whatever state you are, I'll be that state's bird, the loud, obvious blur of song people point to when they wonder where it is you've gone.

A falcon is the perfect hunter.

It's been so lonely without you here. Like a bird, without a song. Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling. So tell me baby, where did I go wrong?

Faith is the bird that feels the light when the dawn is still dark.

But here Nature fulfilled her want of speech and spoke fr her. The murmur of the brook, the voice of the village folk, the songs of the boatmen, the crying of the bird and the rustle of the trees mingled and were one with the trembling of her heart. They became one vast wave of sound which beat upon her restless soul. This murmur and movement of Nature were dumb girl's language; that speech of the dark eyes, which the long lushes shaded, was the language of the world about her.

Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.

I wake up every morning new, free as a bird.

Argentina has the best bird shooting in the world.

Every time I ask someone to tell me, 'What animal do you think I am?' they always say a bird, because I'm very flighty. It's the worst one.

Baghdad is altogether built of chrome-yellow kiln-dried bricks.

Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, seperate, in the evening.

You, Beloved, who are all the gardens I have ever gazed at, longing. An open window in a country house-- , and you almost stepped out, pensive, to meet me. Streets that I chanced upon,-- you had just walked down them and vanished. And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors were still dizzy with your presence and, startled, gave back my too-sudden image. Who knows? Perhaps the same bird echoed through both of us yesterday, separate, in the evening...

Not wooing, no longer shall wooing, voice that has outgrown it be the nature of your cry; but instead, you would cry out as purely as a bird when the quickly ascending season lifts him up, nearly forgetting that he is a suffering creature and not just a single heart being flung into brightness, into the intimate skies.

A predatory bird with a great sharp beak and vicious talons—Paradox. To be in its grip is to suffer, yet so exquisitely, one might mistake the experience for a kind of ecstasy. Josiah

grip of Paradox. A predatory bird with a great sharp beak and vicious talons—Paradox. To be in its grip is to suffer, yet so exquisitely, one might mistake the experience for a kind of ecstasy.