Quotes About Bird

It soared, a bird, it held its flight, a swift pure cry, soar silver orb it leaped serene, speeding, sustained...

Disappear where? You know what they say: Curiosity killed the mutant bird kid. But I couldn't help myself.

Fang looked at the newest bird kid. Dylan was an inch or two taller than he was, and somewhat heavier built, though he still had the long, lean look of a human-avian hybrid-you couldn't make bricks fly.

It is a bird's imagination, not its wings, that determines how high it can fly.

As a bird with beautiful feathers is the target of hunters, so the gifted are targets of the envious.

No, she is wilder, and more hard withal Than beast, or bird, or tree, or stony wall.

Working on the Caribbean island of Puerto Rico, Beissinger's study species was the wonderfully named pearly-eyed thrasher – a common thrush-like bird.

Was it an hour, or a week before the light of the moon rose in the interior of my body? A bird with luminous wings flew in front of that full moon, and its head was as radiant as a point of light. That bird must be the Khu--this sweet bird of the night--a creature of divine intelligence loaned to us just so much as the Ren or the Sekhem. Yes, the Khu was a light in your mind while you lived, but in death, it must return to heaven. For the Khu was also eternal.

The beast retires to its shelter, and the bird flies to its nest; but the helpless man can only find refuge in his fellow creature.

He had a tattoo of a bird on his neck done by someone with an ill-formed notion of their appearance.

Oh, if you're a bird, be an early bird And catch the worm for your breakfast plate. If you're a bird, be an early bird But if you're a worm, sleep late.

In the swamp, in secluded recesses, A shy and hidden bird is warbling a song. Solitary, the thrush, The hermit, withdrawn to himself, avoiding the settlements, Sings by himself a song.

When I rise up let me rise up joyful like a bird. When I fall let me fall without regret like a leaf.

This strange thing must have crept Right out of hell. It resembles a bird's foot Worn around the cannibal's neck. As you hold it in your hand, As you stab with it into a piece of meat, It is possible to imagine the rest of the bird: Its head which like your fist Is large, bald, beakless, and blind.

I bet you a million dollars, that guy was the jackdaw!" "Oh, crap, I bet you're right," he muttered in response. "He's the stupid bird.

For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the denial falters in the face of evidence on every hand. In every tuft of grass, in every bird, in every opening bud, there it is.

The trembling increased, a moan of grief was heard, nothing articulate - as a bird in the night sometimes laments alone.

What I saw was just one eye In the dawn as I was going: A bird can carry all the sky In that little button glowing. Never in my life I went So deep into the firmament.

He didn't say so but Andy agreed with the bodyguard. A good-looking bird like this one didn't have to kill anyone. What she did she did for D's and if a guy gave her too much trouble she'd just walk out and find someone else with money. Not murder.

you've just met Mr. Crane. A picture of a large crane, as used by construction workers, comes to mind; or perhaps the storklike bird. You've looked at his face and decided that his high forehead is the outstanding feature. You look at that forehead, and really picture many large cranes flying out of it; or, you can see them attacking that high forehead! Or perhaps the entire forehead is one gigantic crane.

Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are reconciled, Outspread and motionless, -- A bird that coasts the wind unwearyingly. Forgetfulness is rain at night, Or an old house in a forest, -- or a child. Forgetfulness is white, -- white as a blasted tree, And it may stun the sybil into prophecy, Or bury the Gods. I can remember much forgetfulness.

You are my affirmation you are my sun you are new life granted and begun. I am you and you are me then forever and for eternity you ground me like a bird being set free. For my light shines brighter when its you I land to see.

Somewhere, a sparrow is singing in B minor.

An idea is like a rare bird which cannot be seen. What one sees is the trembling of the branch it has just left.