Quotes About Birds

Global avian populations are perilously declining because of human-wrought habitat degradation, and many individual avian injuries are at root human-caused.

Whenever I renew a commitment to studying raptors or gulls or crows or the birds in my backyard, more are given, more show themselves. Our efforts are rewarded, our studies are enhanced in experience.

Good news. Maybe the insects would handle it. Since the dinosaurs didn't have it in them. The insects might be naturals at revolution, with their hive minds. Their brainless, decentralized intelligence. That was the answer. Insects. Even more ancient than the birds. A formidable legion.

their voices too low to disturb the birds singing in the tall cherry trees.

Birds' heads in profile, mate? You having a laugh?").

senti que os pensamentos dolorosos que me haviam torturado durante a noite esvaneceram-se à luz da manhã, como verdadeiras aves da noite e da solidão (Confissões de uma viúva moça)

The business of a lecturer is, of course, to lecture. Petworth has not come this far,crossed two time-zones, found other skies and other birds,simply in order to answer toasts, to visit tombs, to worry about domestic disorders, to catch himself in the thorny thickets of sexual confusion, split loyalties, divided attachments,to know desire or despair, to fall in love with lady writers ; he has come to perform utterance.

Their house was dying, only an agony went there now. And leaving the burning dream Yvonne felt herself suddenly gathered upwards and borne towards the stars, through eddies of stars scattering aloft with ever wider circlings like rings on water, among which now appeared, like a flock of diamond birds flying softly and steadily towards Orion, the Pleiades …

I like happy things, I'm really calm and peaceful. I like birds, bees, I like people. I like funny things that make me happy and gleeful... like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in pre-school!

J'écoute si bien les oiseaux; je crois que je comprends tout ce qu'ils disent.

Est-ce que vraiment, disait-elle, la terre est aussi belle que le racontent les oiseaux ?

Less, as with a repentant worshipper, begins again to love his subject, and at last, one morning, after an hour sitting with his chin in his hand, watching birds cross the gray haze of the horizon, our benevolent god grants his character the brief benediction of joy.

She is talking about the birds, awakening in harmony and bedding down in discord.

This was the human mind made real, overshadowing even the birds in its longing to be free. Are we the only animals that must escape ourselves? Because, seeing that balloon, I could imagine my own soul, trapped in the dusty acreage of my old body, burning with a flame like this and lifting away from me, just as silvered, just as new.

A pigeon is the same thing as a dove, did you know that? Bridget

birds back home have some size and respect for human temper. How did fear and respect become synonymous?

What the hell is he talking about? Then he saw them, gathering in formation like tiny jets on a strafing run. He thought at first they were doves, but that made no sense, because doves didn't congregate in such coordinated patterns and they were too far inland to be seagulls. He couldn't judge their size or distance, so high and feathery was

SYRENY na ska?ach Jaki? chmurek kr?g si? k??bi Mg?? ksi??yca wie?cz?c twarz? Rozkochanych poczt go??bi * Biel? wzrok ol?niewa nasz. Pafos wyspa ?le tu do nas To najtkliwsze z ptasich stad; Uroczysto?? ju? sko?czona, Jasny, pi?kny jest nasz ?wiat!

As much as I converse with sages and heroes, they have very little of my love and admiration. I long for rural and domestic scene, for the warbling of birds and the prattling of my children

You bad birds, But God shall not punish you, you Shall be with us in heaven, though less Conscious of your happiness, perhaps, than we. Hell is a not quite satisfactory heaven, probably, But you are the fruit and jewels Of my arrangement . . .

The Conference of the Birds,

Are you, or are you not? Have you the taste of your existence, or do you not? Are you within the country or on the border? Are you mortal or immortal? —Parliament of the Birds 'I want a clean cup,' the Hatter interrupted. 'Everyone move one place.' —Alice in Wonderland

I play a bad boy on television, but in real life I have a passion for nature and nature conservancy, specifically bird rehabilitation.

A wise old owl sat upon an oak The more he saw the less he spoke The less he spoke the more he heard Why aren't we like that wise old bird