Bird Quotes - Page 10

Feeding the birds is also a form of prayer.

There is no bird flu in commercial stocks.

BP has put more birds in oil than Colonel Sanders.

I always loved fish for the colors and birds for the plumage. In the same way, I loved those women of the cabaret. They were birds of paradise.

Thoughts in your head are really no different than the sound of a bird outside. It is just that you decide that they are more or less relevant.

It's hard to play with a bagpipe player. It's like an exotic bird. I love the sound, it's like strangling a goose.

Vultures are homely, but they clean up all the garbage and that's good. And they're elegant in the sky.

Love birds don't always sing pretty tunes.

If some people think, "Why am I eating a dead bird soaked in poop?" I think if some people get disgusted by that, it's all to the good. Their coronary arteries will be healthier.

The sound of birds stops the noise in my mind.

A foolish dog barks at a flying bird

The sound of the harpsichord resembles that of a bird-cage played with toasting-forks.

The guy was infected with bird flu because he took a sick chicken, slaughtered it and and then ate it.

The human being is to be respected and defended, not protected like a bird or a river.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams.

The crocodile doesn't harm the bird that cleans his teeth for him. He eats the others but not that one.

The poetry of earth is never dead When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide I cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead.

She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.

Love is rebellious bird that nobody can tame, and it's all in vain to call it if it chooses to refuse.

Birds are the most popular group in the animal kingdom. We feed them and tame them and think we know them. And yet they inhabit a world which is really rather mysterious.

Good and bad, happy and sad, all thoughts vanish into emptiness like the imprint of a bird in the sky.

Better a sparrow, living or dead, than no birdsong at all.

As we take, in fact, a general view of the wonderful stream of our consciousness, what strikes us first is this different pace of its parts. Like a bird 's life, it seems to be made of an alternation of flights and perchings.

At the sight of blackbirds Flying in a green light, Even the bawds of euphony Would cry out sharply.

I had started by imitating a parrot, which is unusual, in that a parrot is supposed to imitate you. By taking the initiative you allow the parrot no alternative but to be itself, which proves again that attack is often the best defence.