Bird Quotes
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I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fadeand flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
William Butler Yeats
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The writing I have in mind and sometimes indulge in myself is concerned, not with plants, mountains or birds as items of scientific description, but with experiences of nature that impinge upon our moods and emotions, enrich our imagination and reveries, and shape our sense of how we stand in relation to the environing world. In a broad sense of the term, this kind of writing is an exercise in phenomenology, an attempt to render the significance that birds, plants or whatever have for us.
David E. Cooper
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The sun rose yellow as a lemon.The sky was round and blue.The birds looped clear water songs in the air.Will and Jim leaned from their windows.Nothing had changed.Except the look in Jim's eyes.Last night. . . said Will. Did or didn't it happen?
Ray Bradbury
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You see only the beautiful things when you stand still. You only see things that you don't ordinarily notice. The birds are the prettiest things, I imagine.
Heather O'Neill
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You can know the name of a bird in all the languages of the world, but when you're finished, you'll know absolutely nothing whatever about the bird... So let's look at the bird and see what it's doing -- that's what counts.
Richard Feynman
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Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.
Ernest Hemingway
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Movement is most of what a bird is. When they're dead, they're only feathers and air.
William Wharton
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I saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would sing Into his hollow ear from woods forlorn, Nor lowly hedge nor solitary thorn;- Shaking his languid locks all dewy bright With tangled gossamer that fell by night, Pearling his coronet of golden corn.
Thomas Hood
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Showers and sunshine bring,
Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth;
To put their foliage out, the woods are slack,
And one by one the singing-birds come back.
William Cullen Bryant
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me...
Charlotte Bronte
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There's Carol like a rolling car, And Martin like a flying bird, And Adam like the Lord's First Word, And Raymond like the Harvest Moon, And Peter like a piper's tune, And Alan like the flowing on Of water. And there's John, like John.
Eleanor Farjeon
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Love is rebellious bird that nobody can tame, and it's all in vain to call it if it chooses to refuse.
Georges Bizet
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Life, according to Zen, ought to be lived as a bird flies through the air, or as a fish swims in the water.
D. T. Suzuki
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Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person of the male bird.
Honore de Balzac
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That's not how you're going to live, Bird Girl. Not on my account. Spread those strong wings of yours. Fly.
Annabel Pitcher
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Every bird has its decoy, and every man is led and misled in his own peculiar way.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Like birds whose wings are broken, you live without direction!
Andy Biersack
Black Veil Brides
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The Golden Eagle, which has universally been considered as a bird of most extraordinary powers of flight, is in my estimation little more than a sluggard, though its wings are long and ample.
John James Audubon
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The big difference between people is not between the rich and the poor, the good and the evil. The biggest of all differences between people is between those who have had pleasure in love and those who haven't.
Paul Newman
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Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far side of the world.
Haruki Murakami
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Only in my 40s did I become a person whose heart lifts whenever he hears a grosbeak singing or a towhee calling, and who hurries out to see a golden plover that's been reported in the neighbourhood, just because it's a beautiful bird, with truly golden plumage, and has flown all the way from Alaska.
Jonathan Franzen
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Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree
If mankind perished utterly; And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn,
Would scarcely know that we were gone.
Sara Teasdale
