Quotes About Bird

A bird cried jubilation. In that moment they lived long. All minor motions were stilled and only the great ones were perceived. Beneath them the earth turned, singing.

The early bird gets the worm. I'd rather sleep in and have toaster muffins.

Every living thing was shunning him. Poor little Peter Pan, he sat down and cried, and even then he did not know that, for a bird, he was sitting on his wrong part. It is a blessing that he did not know, for otherwise he would have lost faith in his power to fly, and the moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it. The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply that they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.

On a tree by a river a little tomtitSang "Willow, titwillow, titwillow!"And I said to him, "Dicky-bird, why do you sitSinging 'Willow, titwillow, titwillow!'"Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?" I cried,"Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?"With a shake of his poor little head he replied,"Oh, willow, titwillow, titwillow!"

And Loplop, bird superior, has transformed himself into flesh without flesh and will dwell among us...

Pizza Hut isn't real pizza, I tell them. The way that balloon of Big Bird they fly in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade isn't the real Big Bird.

Me, crazy?" Mal raised her voice even higher. "How could I not be? I go to school in a graveyard and eat expired scones for breakfast. My own mother sends me to forbidden places like this, because of some old bird and a lost stick," she scoffed. "There's nothing you can throw at me that's worse than what I've already got going.

Keda,' she said to herself,' Keda, this is tragedy.' But as her words hung emptily in the morning air, she clenched her hands for she could feel no anguish and the bright bird that had filled her breast was still singing... was still singing.

44. fly high dreaming bird higher and higher on the wire of time no road blocks no stopping to think through why wings flap what makes the worthy soar only this pure heaven right now sky high

I just gazed at the smoke haze above Lundene, the darkness darkening a summer sky, and wished I were a bird, high in that nothingness, vanishing.   Haesten

Some death is as silent as the flight of a bird, some prey as unprotesting as a knot of rags. The

Wait until morning," Leila told me. "That's when the choir comes out. Sometimes I think I should have called this place the Bird Hotel.

Marriage, as an institution, is as dead as the dodo bird.

My memory is chained; captive the bird that sketches the evening in song." From Weathervane ("Veleta")

Love is feathered like a bird To keep him warm, To keep him safe from harm, And by what winds or drafts his nest is stirred They chill not Love. Warm lives he: No warmth gives off, Or none to me.

Miško paukštis ? mišk? ir ži?ri

the southern edge of town. Tim was a liver-colored bird dog, the pet of Maycomb. "What's he doing?" "I don't know, Scout. We better go home.

The human heart is like a night bird. Silently waiting for something, and when the time comes, it flies straight toward it.

Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far side of the world.

There was a small stand of trees nearby, and from it you could hear the mechanical cry of a bird that sounded as if it were winding a spring. We called it the wind-up bird. Kumiko gave it the name. We didn't know what it was really called or what it looked like, but that didn't bother the wind-up bird. Every day it would come to the stand of trees in our neighborhood and wind the spring of our quiet little world.

What kind of bird do you think these feathers come from?' she asked. 'I don't know. A swan?' 'You had better stop wearing those wings, then. A swan might fall in love with you. And as you probably know, swans mate for life.' 'You are a funny one, Rose.

Just back from canal ride on bike. Went really well until someone threw an egg at me from a bridge. Or maybe it was a bird which went into sudden labour. Will clean off egg, not do Boris Bikes any more and go to Obesity Clinic on bus. At least will be alive and clean when sitting on arse instead of dead and covered in egg.

One of the most humbling gigs I've ever had was I was paid by a neighbor to go get a dead bird out of her house. She was kind of a high up in the music business, and she knew that I needed cash, and I used to do some yard work for her.

A bird in The Strand is worth two in Shepherds Bush