Quotes About Bird

On the morning appointed for her departure Tess awoke before dawn — at the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute save for one prophetic bird, who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day, the rest preserving silence, as if equally convinced that he is mistaken.

the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day, the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken.

I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn; -- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.

Each day the mythical return Enzian dreamed of seems less possible. Once it was necessary to know uniforms, insignia, airplane markings, to observe boundaries. But by now too many choices have been made. The single root lost, way back there in the May desolation. Each bird has his branch now, and each one is the Zone.

Within the ring there lies an O, Within the O there looks an eye, In the eye there swims a sea, And in the sea reflected sky, And in the sky there shines the sun, Within the sun a bird of gold.

I once had a mynah bird, and it wasn't a pleasant experience. When I put music on, it would start yelling at me. It was like living with an ancient, fractious aunt. The fucker was never grateful for anything.

našla je u kavezu mrtvu sjenicu, uginula je od hladno?e...Sa njom odlazi još malo od harvija....brani se od pomisli da je to predzank, no ne može to da zaboravi: na istoku ljudi paze na takve stvari. Zejnila zabrinjava ta djevoj?ica - u tom uzrastu djeca su tako osjetljiva.

Like a bird, like a squirrel, you longed for the woods. How you must have envied me! Ah my sister, you will leave for a distant place before the day ends, are you truly going alone? Ask me to come with you.

We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns towards you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence. Speak of a tree full of leaves, Of a flying bird, the new Moon in the sunset, a poem, A book, a person - all the Casual hfrankealing speech Of your resonant, quiet voice. — Kenneth Rexroth, from "Loneliness," The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth , (New Directions January 17, 1966)

We have slept together in A lonely bed. Now my heart Turns towards you, awake at last, Penitent, lost in the last Loneliness. Speak to me. Talk To me. Break the black silence. Speak of a tree full of leaves, Of a flying bird, the new Moon in the sunset, a poem, A book, a person - all the Casual healing speech Of your resonant, quiet voice. — Kenneth Rexroth, from "Loneliness," The Collected Shorter Poems of Kenneth Rexroth , (New Directions January 17, 1966)

The thrush called strangeness into the sunset.

I have brightness in my soul, which strains toward Heaven. I am like a bird!

Canada's national bird is the grouse.

Would that life were like the shadow cast by a wall or a tree, but it is like the shadow of a bird in flight.

Basting is evil. Basting does nothing for the meat. Why? Skin. Skin is designed to keep stuff out of the bird, so basting just lets heat out of the oven. That means the turkey will take longer to cook... so don't touch that door!

As a South African, the idea of turkey was new to me. And confusing. It's about the least flavorful bird on the planet.

Twelve to 15 years of acting school, and I am being a bird.

She—come to think of it, she was kind of like a bird herself—real sweet and pretty, but kind of timid and—fluttery.

So that day, in music assembly, the teacher asked who knew the valley song. Your hand shot right up in the air. She stood you up on a stool and had you sing it for us. And I swear, every bird outside the windows fell silent...and right when your song ended, I knew - just like your mother - I was a goner.

The failed experiment, the bird that could repeat human speech, that had been a tool for espionage until the rebels had figured out its abilities and sent it back carrying false information. Now the useless creatures were creating an echo chamber filled with the Avoxes' pitiful wails.

The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay. The one that survived despite the Capitol's plans. The symbol of the rebellion.

It's as if someone fashioned a small golden bird and then attached a ring around it. The bird is connected to the ring only by its wing tips.

El pájaro, el broche, la canción, las bayas, el reloj, la galleta, el vestido que estalló en llamas. Yo soy el sinsajo. La que sobrevivió a pesar de los planes del Capitolio, el símbolo de la rebelión.

De repente, lo reconozco: es un sinsajo.