Quotes About Sparrow

Friend, I am becoming desperate. What shall I do? How quickly, if I only knew by what remedy, I would turn from the commotion of my own life. While on and on an on, the sparrow sings.

God's voice is still and small, the voice of a sparrow in a cyclone, so said the prophet Isaiah, and we all say thankya. It's hard to hear a small voice clearly if you're shitass drunk most of the time.

Cast fear forever from your heart. God's love protects the sparrow: surely He is near His children who rely on His faithfulness!

Sunlight sliced through the half-bare branches and striped the forest floor like a tiger's pelt. Bluepaw smelled prey—not the dead smell of fresh-kill, but something far more enticing. She smelled mouse, sparrow, squirrel, and shrew, all with a tang of life that made her mouth water.

Sparrow Fur, terrified

It doesn't seem enough, and as he starts them off, you want to call after him, tell him how you too question the ways of faith, the injustice, the never-ending losses, that it stuns you too, that you still grieve for Mrs. Goetz and Arnie and Eric Soderholm just as their families do, though everyone else seems to have forgotten. Lydia Flynn, the tramp behind Meyer's, the men in the swamps of Kentucky. If a sparrow fall, you want to say, it is not lost. I will remember. We are all saved.

It's cold here; I have a sparrow in a box with his foot frozen off; I'm afraid I'm going to have to kill him as I cannot keep him in that box & he can't possibly live if I turn him loose. This is a tough world for lots of people, including sparrows.10

These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow.

The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall; but the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow. Oh, if men only knew!

El verdadero Dios pone atención hasta cuando se cae un gorrión; pero el Dios creado por la vanidad humana no ve diferencia alguna entre un águila y un gorrión. ¡Oh, si los hombres por lo menos supieran!

A sparrow limps past on its little bone crutch saying I am Frederico Garcia Lorca risen from the dead–

The first sparrow of spring! The year beginning with younger hope than ever!

These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real God taketh heed lest a sparrow fall. But the God created from human vanity sees no difference between an eagle and a sparrow. Oh, if men only knew! For

She is the British warm that protects his stooping shoulders, and the wintering sparrow he holds inside his hands. She is his deepest innocence in spaces of bough and hay before wishes were given a separate name to warn that they might not come true, and his lithe Parisian daughter of joy, beneath the eternal mirror, forswearing perfumes, capeskin to the armpits, all that is too easy, for his impoverishment and more worthy love

Dear child, I only did to you what the sparrow did to you; I am old when it is fashionable to be young; I cry when it is fashionable to laugh. I hated you when it would have taken less courage to love.

before I knew you I kept a sparrow in a shoebox, I fed it ham and held it to my head to hear it sing, I called it a radio, it kept the blues away, I called it love and wrote down all the words, — Kevin Prufer, from "Ars Poetica," Kenyon Review (vol. 36, no. 1, Winter 2014)

He that doth the ravens feed. Yea, providently caters for the sparrow. Be comfort to my age!

The sparrow hops along the veranda, with wet feet.

The sparrow that is twittering on the edge of my balcony is calling up to me this moment a world of memories that reach over half my lifetime, and a world of hope that stretches farther than any flight of sparrows.

He is flitting and hopping about in the lobby like a sparrow whose nest had just been blown down in a windstorm.

The Mularkeys all saw love as a durable, reliable thing, easy to recognize... Love could be more fragile than a sparrow's bone.

Love could be more fragile than a sparrow's bone.

Sparrow launched the plum. It was close range, and hit Ruby on her collarbone. She said, "Ow!" though it hadn't really hurt. Rubbing at the place of impact, she glared at Sparrow. "Is that it, then? Have you spent your wrath?" "Yes," said Sparrow, dusting off her palms. "It was on-plum wrath." "How sad for Feral. He was only worth one plum. Won't he mope when we tell him.

Secrets are delicate things. They can fill you up with sweetness and leave you like a cat who has found a particularly fat sparrow to eat and did not get clawed or bitten even once while she was about it. But they can also get stuck inside you, and very slowly boil up your bones for their bitter soup. Then the secret has you, not the other way around.