Quotes About Bluebird

Look up here, I'm in heaven! I've got scars that can't be seen I've got drama, can't be stolen, Everybody knows me now (...) This way or no way You know I'll be free Just like that bluebird Now, ain't that just like me? - Lazarus

Happiness has always seemed like a bluebird, and consists of moments.

The Bluebird of Happiness long absent from his life, Ned is visited by the Chicken of Depression.

There never was a happier or more devoted husband than the male bluebird. He is the gay champion and escort of the female at all times, and while she is sitting, he feeds her regularly.

When nature made the blue-bird she wished to propitiate both the sky and the earth, so she gave him the color of the one on his back and the hue of the other on his breast.

Bluebird blue....one of the loveliest manifestations of the color blue.

Soft moss a downy pillow makes, and green leaves spread a tent, Where Faerie fold may rest and sleep until their night is spent. The bluebird sings a lullaby, the firefly gives a light, The twinkling stars are candles bright, Sleep, Faeries all, Good Night.

Late at night when the wind is still I'll come flying through your door, And you'll know what love is for. I am a bluebird, I'm a bluebird...

Measure your health by your sympathy with morning and Spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature, if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you, know that the morning and spring of your life are past. Thus you may feel your pulse.

The Bluebird of Happiness long absent from his life, Ned is visited by the Chicken of Depression.

understand you got all kinds of family stuff in there from Minnesota Sioux. Anything on Bluebird or Yellow Hand?" "I looked up Bluebird. He's just about the last of the family. A lot of Bluebirds went East and married into the Mohawks and that bunch. There are still quite a few Yellow Hands out at Crow Creek and Niobrara. Those used to be Minnesota Indians before they got run out. But I know this Yellow Hand you talked

Some people think it's comforting to imagine being flung over a rainbow when you die, grabbed by your ankles by a bluebird, and swung into the void.

Did you know that baby, You're the bluebird in my sky, I only want to make you happy Because I love you see you fly