Quotes About Chirp

Memories sing to us, he told me. They're birds whose songs never fade.

It's such a dissonant name. Brid-get. Brid-get. Brigitbrigitbrigit. It almost sounds like a birdcall. One of those irritating birds that live in bushes and chirp repetitiously and ruin ones picnic. Not that I go on many picnics. Brigitbrigitbrigit.

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

Spring breezes drift and tiny May birds chirp in morning's dawn-lit heart.

Dawn-giddy birds chirp as if every morning is a special occasion. Wise, wise birds.

The silence was gone now, and the night was filled with voices—a chirp, a growl, a twitter—a burst of high-pitched laughter.

With that same small smile still playing on his mouth, Aidan lifted his hands in a stance of mock surrender and took a step back. Which meant she couldn't very well run him over now. Instead she let her tires chirp as she accelerated out of the parking lot like the hounds of hell were on her heels. Because in a way, they were.

Bring me your Nortons, your Kramdens, your housewives, and sewermen. Weight my limbs with the nests of your flotsam, that we may chirp in chorus this melancholy anthem. Mourn with your busdriver piety this sapless husk; dull with your tender hymn the string of the lumberman's axe.