Quotes About Bird

A heart is a bird which can only hear the song of kindness and love.

Now you may hear songs of kindness From every singing bird And from every dancing heart Let kindness be the part of your being

Like a bird, my thoughts were flying away so I became a writer to cage my thoughts with paper and pen. You should not call me a writer but rather a catcher of thoughts.

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.

Over the mountain growths, disease and sorrow, An uncaught bird is ever hovering, hovering, High in the purer, happier air.

The hooves of horses! Oh! witching and sweet Is the music earth steals from the iron-shod feet; No whisper of lover, no trilling of bird, Can stir me as much as hooves of horses Have stirred.

As we take, in fact, a general view of the wonderful stream of our consciousness, what strikes us first is this different pace of its parts. Like a bird's life, it seems to be made of an alternation of flights and perchings.

Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God.

Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.

My soul was always so full of aspirations, that a God was a necessity to me. I was like a bird with an instinct of migration upon me, and a country to migrate to was as essential as it is to the bird

My heart is like a singing bird.

Why does a silly bird go on saying "chiff-chaff" all day long? Is it happiness or hiccups?

Once I asked Teichman what he thought of Bird's chess: "Same as his health," he replied, "always alternating between being dangerously ill and dangerously well."

Feel body as luxury-- as a bird feels when shooting through the air, and as a child does always -- is health

Childish and slender creature! It seemed as if a linnet had hopped to my foot and proposed to bear me on its tiny wing.

My favorite literature to read is fairly dry history. I like the framework, and my imagination can do the rest.

The Cheyenne Indians: their history and lifeways : edited and illustrated

The poet is a bird of strange moods. He descends from his lofty domain to tarry among us, singing; if we do not honor him he will unfold his wings and fly back to his dwelling place.

Bebop didn't have the humanity of Duke Ellington. It didn't even have that recognizable thing. Bird and Diz were great, fantastic, challenging — but they weren't sweet.

I planted some bird seed. A bird came up. Now I don't know what to feed it.

Especially in quail hunting, where the hunter is so focused on the bird that it makes everything else blurry. The bottom line in terms of bird hunting is what we call shooting zones.

If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.

The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches

He had followed the calendar, the years, time- Bird farted. And it came to me, as though it were riding one moment of the gusting wind, as though bird had had it in him all the time and had passed it to me in that one moment of instant corruption.