Quotes About Parakeet

Alfred T. Slipper was a janitor. Most of the time (often, in fact) they treated him with disdain. They had no idea of the astonishing acts of heroism, the blinding light, contained within his outward humdrum disguise. Only Alfred's parakeet, Dolores, knew who he was and what he could do.

Ever let your parakeet out of its cage? My parakeet will fly across the room, right into the mirror. . . . He will hit that mirror: Bang! He's so stupid. Even if he thought the mirror was another room, you'd think he'd try to avoid hitting the other parakeet.

I went to a party when I was a student and they had a mynah bird up in the bedroom where people put their coats. I was completely captivated - I just sat there all night talking to it. The next day I passed a pet shop and they had a conure - it's a little parakeet - in the window. I bought it, not knowing what it was or how to look after it.

The bad things that happen to you don't have to mean anything at all. And anyway, he'll answer to God for what he did. She announced this with great certainty. For a girl with nothing to her name but a parakeet, to have such unwavering belief in the reckoning of evil in the world—a belief I could never bring myself to have, having seen, time and time again, depravity go unchecked—it awed me, and it was some time before I could bring myself to speak.

For a girl with nothing to her name but a parakeet, to have such unwavering belief in the reckoning of evil in the world—a belief I could never bring myself to have, having seen, time and time again, depravity go unchecked—it awed me, and it was some time before I could bring myself to speak.

The emperor Caesar Augustus had a parakeet who greeted him daily, and after his victory over Mark Antony in Egypt in 29 B.C., he purchased a raven whose trainer had taught him to say "Ave, Caesar Victor Imperator." (The trainer had wisely taught another bird to say "Ave, Victor Imperator Antoni" in case the battle went the other way.)

It motivates me, being a parakeet and living for so many years in Barcelona. Going back to the city is always something nice, and playing against Barca, too.

This ability to feel remorse is one of the many ways in which dogs are better than cats. Cats have the morals of Hannibal Lecter. If you come home and find your cat inside your parakeet's cage, holding your dead parakeet in its jaws, your cat will be like, "Obviously this parakeet committed suicide." Meanwhile your dog, if you have one, will be moping around under the cage going, "I did it! I ate the bird!

The feathers on your chin mean that you ate the parakeet.

My ex-girlfriend owned a parakeet…oh my god, that f**king thing would never shut up. But the bird was cool.

Birds eating birds" sounds like a sleazy talk-show topic, but in this case I'm referring to feeding your parakeet chicken and turkey meat.