Quotes About Bird

Laughing evil, schizophrenia on the piano, you are like a bird in a cage that thinks it flies. You smile with hatred, realizing that between people there is only selfishness and hypocrisy.

Rap beat from the sound of the engine tuk so tuvrum tuvrum tuk so vroom vroom vroom vroom so Tuuuu dum tuu tuu tutu tutu dum. Vanity is an open bird's tail from the included spotlights.

Trust is a fragile glass bird. Drop it once, and it will shatter into shards innumerable.

The female archangel leaned back in her chair. 'I woke to the sound of something tapping against my window. I assumed it to be a trapped bird and got up to release it.' The image should've been incongruous with Michaela's selfish beauty, but there was a powerful sense of truth in her words. Perhaps, to be 'human' in her eyes, you had to have wings.

I'd follow my father from book to book, gathering citations, listen as he named--like a field guide to Virginia-- each flower and tree and bird as if to prove a man's pursuit of knowledge is greater than his shortcomings, the limits of his vision.

It was a trapped bird, but the sound it made had no anxiety in it, only sadness, impersonal and without hope.

Get down, get down, little Henry Lee And stay all night with me You won't find a girl in this damn world That will compare with me And the wind did howl and the wind did blow La la la la la La la la la lee A little bird lit down on Henry Lee...

All she heard was a blackbird, far away, and the burble of the spring. She wondered where the water came from. She wondered this in British, the language of wild and secret places.

THE GRACKLE The

I like the duck-billed platypus Because it is anomalous. I like the way it raises its family Partly birdly, partly mammaly. I like its independent attitude. Let no one call it a duck-billed platitude.

Just when I was beginning to forget, that bird of ill-omen came flapping my way, to rip open with its beak the wounds of memory. All at once shame over the past and the recollection of sin unfolded themselves before my eyes and, seized by a terror so great it made me want to shriek, I could not sit still a moment longer. "How about a drink?" I asked.

Au moment où je commençais à oublier, l'oiseau sinistre est venu battre des ailes autour de moi et il a donné du bec dans la plaie de la blessure des souvenirs. Subitement la honte du passer, la mémoire de mes fautes ont surgi devant mes yeux. En proie à une frayeur qui me donnait envie de crier, je ne pouvais plus rester en place.

Just when I was beginning to forget, that bird of ill-omen came flapping my way, to rip open with its beak the wounds of memory. All at once shame over the past and the recollection of sin unfolded themselves before my eyes and, seized by a terror so great it made me want to shriek, I could not sit still a moment longer.

Why do you try to understand art? Do you try to understand the song of a bird?

A tissue of small sounds filled the room, a bird, a clock, a voice from another garden. What we call silence.

A Golden Day I Found you and I lost you, All on a gleaming day. The day was filled with sunshine, And the land was full of May. A golden bird was singing Its melody divine, I found you and I loved you, And all the world was mine. I found you and I lost you, All on a golden day, But when I dream of you, dear, It is always brimming May.

The buzzards congregated around the courthouse and on the upper ledges of the Tuttle Financial Center, where for eighty dollars a square foot, the lawyers, accountants, and bankers expected a better view than bird shit two feet deep. Building management installed sonar devices that supposedly made unfriendly bird sounds. Instead of being frightened, the buzzards were turned on; they tried mating with the sonar boxes.

plummeting like a grouse full of bird shot.

Then came night that was like falling water. At times, for hours, a bird spirit, half buzzard, half swan, just above the rushes from which a snow-storm howls.

the white owl, the desert owl, the osprey,

and he shall slaughter one of the birds over fresh water in a clay pot.

But you may eat any clean bird.

Does a bird land in a snare where no bait has been set? Does a trap spring from the ground when it has nothing to catch?