Quotes About Bird

THE BIRD AND THE WATER A bird which has not heard of fresh water Dips his beak in salt-water year after year. (Anwar-i-Suhaili)

The bird which has no knowledge of pure water, has his beak in salt water all year round.

Un pájaro que no ha oído hablar del agua fresca hunde su pico en agua salada año tras año.

El pájaro que no tiene conocimiento del agua pura tiene su pico dentro de agua salada todo el año.

What's green and blue and yellow and black? A burnt peacock.

A magpie can be happy or sad: sometimes so happy that he sits on a high, high gum tree and rolls the sunrise around in his throat like beads of pink sunlight; and sometimes so sad that you would expect the tears to drip off his beak. This magpie was like that.

Our life is just a bird, which flies into illuminated window, and then flies away, again, into the darkness

But I do love the world," I whispered to the empty room. I love its small ones, the things beaten in the strangling surf the singing bird which falls and is not seen again, the lost ones, the failures of the world.

Boner, Peanut said. Oh no, Jade said to the parrot. No, no, no...you can't say- Boner Oh G-d Jade panicked. Peanut- Pretty bird, Dell broke in, smiling at the parrot and speaking low and soft. Such a pretty girl, Peanut. Peanut preened under his admiring tone. Pretty Peanut.

You don't take your cat with you to go bird shopping. Not because the cat isn't polite, but because he's a cat.

Try as you might there's nothing you can do about bird shadows except try to head them off and abruptly stop, letting them pass by in peace. Looking up and down at the very same moment is difficult for a single-eyed man. The ones coming behind you, often cautious crows or ravens, strike hard against the back and nape nerve. Like most of life your wariness is useless. You wobble slightly dumbstruck, queasy, then watch the shadow flit across the brown wind-tormented grass.

Sam shot off his perch and pecked furiously at the culprit's face and hands.

O espírito, como um pássaro, não se lhe deu da corrente dos anos, arrepiou o vôo na direção da fonte original, e foi beber da água fresca e pura, ainda não mesclada do enxurro da vida.

Look, Mom," Maggie Rose said softly. "Lily's doing her job, and Casey's helping!" "You're right," Mom said, just as softly. "I've never seen a wild animal calm down so quickly. Sometimes when animals are frightened, seeing something completely unexpected takes their mind off what's scaring them. Like a bird on a dog's head!

So like a bit of stone I lie Under a broken tree. I could recover if I shrieked My heart's agony To passing bird, but I am dumb.

But soon a tear-drop started up, For aimless joy had made me stop Beside the little lake To watch a white gull take A bit of bread thrown up into the air; Now gyring down and perning there He splashed where an absurd Portly green-pated bird Shook off the water from his back; Being no more demoniac A stupid happy creature Could rouse my whole nature.

Me gusta la manera en que una bella melodía revolotea por la orquesta y sus diversos componentes como un hermoso pájaro.

I think we consider too much the good luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm.

The silence is death. It comes each day with its shock to sit on my shoulder, a white bird, and peck at the black eyes and the vibrating red muscle of my mouth.

DEPARTURE The horizon slopes away The days are longer Trip A heart hops in a cage A bird sings It is going to die Another door is going to open At the end of the corridor Where a star Begins to shine A dark-haired woman The lantern of the departing train (Departure)

It was clear to the industry that Rachel Carson was a hysterical woman whose alarming view of the future could be ignored or, if necessary, suppressed. She was a "bird and bunny lover," a woman who kept cats and was therefore clearly suspect.

I have three dogs and a cockatoo.

Let it be: all the same it shows that Tenderness, Pity, and Love were traits which adorned the most sanguinary exploits of the samurai. It was an old maxim among them that "it becometh not the fowler to slay the bird which takes refuge in his bosom.

To fall asleep like a bird. To have a wing you could stick your head under, a world of branches suspended above the earthly world, barely glimpsed down below, muffled and remote. Once you begin rejecting your present state, there is no knowing where you can arrive.