Quotes About Bird

Life is so Changeable as the Caterpillar into a Butterfly and Everyone like to be so Free as a Bird.

I had a backpack with our water supplies and tossed in a crab net I'd found in the camp closet, just in case I needed to capture that bird. Or tie off a compound fracture. It could swing either way.

The heart's actions are neither the sentence nor its reprieve. Salt hay and thistles, above the cold granite. One bird singing back to another because it can't not.

So I, a migratory bird, am suffering from the need to return to the place I have come from before the season and sun are right for my return. Do I meet spring summer or winter? Here I live in a perpetual other season unable to read in the sky, the sun, the temperature, the signs for returning.

A certain pleasure was added to Grace's relief at establishing herself as a migratory bird. She found that she understood the characters in her novel. Her words flowed, she was excited, she could see everyone and everything.

Remember, the early worm gets devoured by the early bird.

a moon swims out of a cloud a clock strikes midnight a finger pulls a trigger a bird flies into a mirror)

Are you sure," he asked the clerk, "that my replies haven't been sidetracked somewhere? I have seen people taking letters away from here all day, and that bird there just walked off with a fistful." The clerk grinned. "What you advertising for?" he asked. "A position," replied Jimmy. "That's the answer," explained the clerk. "That fellow there was advertising for help.

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

Slowly the silent bird turned its head. It could do so, if it chose, through more than three hundred and sixty degrees.

Every true writer is like a bird; he repeats the same song, the same theme, all his life. For me, this theme as always been revolt.

Few things grace a plate as dramatically as a whole plucked upland bird, however it's cooked.

I am a helicopter pilot. Something that gives me pleasure sometimes is taking my helicopter to go high, 2000 meter, 6000 feet, to go there and feel like a bird. In this moment I feel free.

I share my name with an aerobatic bird that can whiz across a whole summer sky in seconds. A swift is so equipped for speed that it can scarcely cope with being stationary.

How did writing come to me? Like bird's down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended.

What that bird would have done with a couple of Martinis under his fur would have been something to watch from an airplane.

The fossil bird Archaeopteryx is late Jurassic in age (146 million years old) so a thread of descent must connect the tinamou

Then a lady flounced up and perched on the seat opposite. She had a full bird on the wing sewn to the crown of her hat, and she was painted up like a circus pony, so we took her to be from Chicago.

Tall bird stalking. Every five minutes, half a step. The bird was a piece of standing driftwood. Even the fish forgot. When the heron at last jabbed out, Robin shrieked. The strike crossed two meters with barely a lean-in from the bird. It came back upright, a meal the size of astonishment dangling from its mouth. The fish seemed too big to slip down the bird's throat. But that baggy gullet opened, and in another moment, not even a bulge betrayed what had happened.

With my sister perched on my arm, I walked to the elevator. A business man with a rolling suitcase was waiting by the doors. His eyes widened as he saw me. I must've looked pretty strange—a tall black kid in dirty, ragged Egyptian clothes, with a weird box tucked under one arm and a bird of prey perched on the other. "How's it going?" I said. "I'll take the stairs." He hurried off.

You have a humming dodo bird, I said stupidly.

Dream on, you addle-brained idiot bird.

A lark, caught in a hunter's net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever At dusk the hunter took his prey, The lark his freedom never. All birds and men are sure to die But songs may live forever.

But a few minutes later, talking to me, he repeated his original point: the important thing was that it had not felt like a skua. "When there's a skua in the neighbor hood," said Rich, "you know there's something happening. It's a big, tough bird, it's a pirate . . . you can feel the excitement pouring out from it. You'll know it, for sure, when we see one.