Quotes About Birds

Everything move...you wonder how it all knows where to go. Einstein wondered how birds knew where to migrate to. He thought they might follow lines of light in the sky. He saw everything as lines of light. That's how he was built. So we don't know how he moved, either. Any more than the birds.

And as for me, though that I konne but lyte, On bokes for to rede I me delyte, And to hem yive I feyth and ful credence, And in myn herte have hem in reverence So hertely, that ther is game noon That fro my bokes maketh me to goon, But yt be seldom on the holyday, Save, certeynly, whan that the month of May Is comen, and that I here the foules synge, And that the floures gynnen for to sprynge, Farewel my bok and my devocioun!

in a paradise with sweet laughs for bird-notes, and blue eyes for a heaven.

The parish I live in is a very abrupt, uneven country, full of hills and woods, and therefore full of birds.

There have been as many varieties of socialists as there are wild birds that fly in the woods and sometimes go up and on through the clouds.

You know, I don't really understand a suburban environment. I want to be out in the woods, I want to be where it's wild, I want to wake up and hear birds, I want to walk outside and see a gaggle of turkeys bouncing across my lawn - I want to be someplace like that - or I want to be right in the middle of an urban environment.

Dinosaurs are built just like birds - they can squat down, they can get up. Mammals, when we lay down, we throw our legs out to the sides - birds cannot do that. Dinosaurs could not do that either.

Even the pigeons are dancing, kissing, going in circles, mounting each other. Paris is the city of love, even for the birds.

[Of Pembroke College:] Sir, we are a nest of singing birds.

Walking out to hunt at sunrise be like stepping straight from your own dreams into birdsong and dew. Trees seem higher. Gray shy dawnlight fill their rushing crowns from underneath. Pasha stalk beside, my monster fabulous and tame, and be like fleeing every worry to a secret hush.

A flock of small birds took off from the wall of the fort. They moved like a length of dark silk caught by the breeze as they headed out to sea. Behind them, the sky was the colour of forget-me-nots. The sun blazed.

The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies. While aged peasants, too amazed for words, Stare at the flying fleets of wondrous birds.

A very considerate veterinarian once told a friend whose dog was sick that she must remember that animals do not worry, that they have no fear as to what may be ahead when they are sick and that they just take each day as it comes. This is doubtless true of birds as well as animals, and it is a comforting thought.

Through you I go back to the origin of the sign, to the free writing sketched by wind on the sea and the sand, to the wild writing of the birds. — Marguerite Duras, C'est Tout / No More , transl. Richard Howard (Seven Stories Press, 1998) (via mothwood)

Some birds are shrieking at the tops of their voices, crazy birds.

it is in a house that one is alone. not outside it, but inside. outside, in the garden, there are birds and cats. and also, once, a squirrel, and a ferret. one isn't alone in a garden. but inside the house, one is so alone that one can lose one's bearings.

After a pause he says, 'Trust you to bring everything back to sweets.' He is a fine one to talk, him and his birds.

I was trying to remember what birds did before there were telephone wires. It would have been much harder for them to roost in the sunlight, which is a thing they clearly enjoy doing.

Fari vagnari a pizzu." Pizzu means the beak of any small bird such as a canary.

It's beautiful, as long as you concentrate on the landscape and the birds, because everything man-made there is ugly.

Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned.

What bird?" he asked. "Ah, that I cannot tell you. But this I will confess to you, that these birds which tell us news are seldom very credible, — and are often not very creditable, You must take a bird's word for what it may be worth. It is said that they have quarrelled. I daresay, if the truth were known, they are billing and cooing in each other's arms at this moment.

the swallows, fleeing before the hoopoes, shall have all flocked together in one place, and shall refrain them from all amorous commerce, then will be the end of all the ills of life; yea, and Zeus, which doth thunder in the skies, shall set above what was erst below....

It'll be symbolic. Let the women dress the way savages dress everywhere—bedeck themselves in old dead parts of birds and animals, smear their faces with colored clay, mash flowers over themselves to conceal their natural stench. The same way they always dress. Now, for Chrissake!