Bird Quotes - Page 33

Wherever there are birds, there is hope.

Birds teach us something very important: To whatever height you rise, you will finally come down to the ground!

Owls are known as lonely birds; but it is not known that they have the forest as their best friend!

The needs of a society determine its ethics.

Wisdom comes with all we see, God writes His lessons in each flower, And ev'ry singing bird or bee Can teach us something of His power.

Although all poets aspire to be birds, no bird aspires to be a poet.

That which prevents disagreeable flies from feeding on your repast, was once the proud tail of a splendid bird.

Every bird that upwards swings Bears the Cross upon its wings.

If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds.

In a world of such beauty as birds in flight, surely I can come to feel at home again, even after my loss.

We were surprised how closely the cuckoo imitated the clock-and yet, of course, it could never have heard a clock.

I did not realize at the time, as I have discovered since, that anyone who attempts any thing original in this world must expect a bit of ridicule. Clarence Birdseye

That night, like every other night since I’d met her, I curled Grace into my arms, listening to her parents’ muffled movements in the living room. They were like busy little brainless birds, fluttering in and out of their nest at all hours of the day or night, so involved in the pleasure of nest building that they hadn’t noticed that it had been empty for years.

For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

I used to live a very social life and never spend much solitary time looking at birds or reading.

In the desert a fountain is springing, In the wide waste there still is a tree, And a bird in the solitude singing, Which speaks to my spirit of thee

Oh, nature's noblest gift, my grey goose quill, Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will, Torn from the parent bird to form a pen, That mighty instrument of little men.

Are you listening, little bird?

You could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying overhead - There were no birds to fly.

There are boys you look at and want to touch with your mouth, and there are boys you look at and want to wear one of those surgical masks everyone in China had during bird flu. There are a lot more bird-flu boys at large.

Question: What is the white stuff in bird poop? Answer: That is bird poop, too.

In the street, your mouth's a beak, big like a bird, and your future's bleak.

A few days back someone sent me two feathers. Two bird's feathers in a sheet of note-paper with a coronet, and fastened with a seal. Sent from a place a long way off; from one who need not have sent them back at all. That amused me too, those devilish green feathers.

She once complained that her stories were like 'birds bred in cages,' but that concentrated atmosphere, that claustrophobic hothouse of emotion, was her talent. Her stories were little masterpieces of compression: she succinctly contained whole lifetimes in a few pages, every moment loaded with as much as it could bear.

A rare bird upon the earth and very much like a black swan.