Quotes About Hummingbird

Mark, looking beatific, took the dispenser of maple syrup off the table and upended it over his strawberries. He picked one up and put it in his mouth, stem and all. Julian stared at him. "What?" Mark said. "This is a perfectly normal thing to eat." "Sure it is," said Julian. "If you're a hummingbird.

If I were a flower, humming bird would be my favourite beeAnd If I were blind, the light of darkness I'd love to see

I had never thought of school as fun before, but then, I'd never before had a hummingbird, a witch, or a maybe-immortal for teachers.

If love were an animal, what species would it be and could you train it? Love would be two animals: a hummingbird and a snake. Both are perfectly untrainable.

Love would be two animals: a hummingbird and a snake. Both are perfectly untrainable.

If Olivia was like a decadent chocolate-covered strawberry, and Portia a pineapple-and-spice hummingbird cupcake, then Cordelia was peanut butter brittle, still sweet, though with something more substantial added by way of peanuts, but unbendable.

Colibrí —susurró él—. Será mejor que se vaya. Si no lo hace, terminaré comprometiéndola de un modo como nunca creí posible.

Have you ever observed a humming-bird moving about in an aerial dance among the flowers - a living prismatic gem.... it is a creature of such fairy-like loveliness as to mock all description.

Have you ever observed a humming-bird moving about in an aerial dance among the flowers--a living prismatic gem that changes its colour with every change of position.

The wine- it made her limbs loose and liquid, made her feel that a hummingbird had taken the place of her heart.

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

I dreamed of a hummingbird made of sky.

We don't kill for no reason. As he spoke, the hummingbird pulsed between his palms like a heartbeat, whirred into the air and flew.

O voar não vem da asa. O beija-flor, tão abreviadinho de asa, não é o que voa mais perfeito?

Some of my old memories feel trapped in amber in my brain, lucid and burning, while others are like the wing beat of a hummingbird, an intangible, ephemeral blur.

It's like dancing, like being a hummingbird among elephants, like having all your joints lubricated and everything suddenly turned to perfect pitch. Even the light changes. I call it the blue place.