Bird Quotes
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Non-Indian writers usually say "Great Spirit," "Mother Earth," "Two-Legged, Four-Legged, and Winged." Mixed-blood writers usually say "Creator, "Mother Earth," "Two-Legged, Four- Legged, and Winged." Indian writers usually say "God," "Mother Earth," "Human Being, Dog, and Bird."
Sherman Alexie -
You are the song of every bird, you are the poet's every word, every artist's picture, every writer's play.
Dolly Parton
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People see me and they squeal like tropical birds or seals stranded on the beach.
Carrie Fisher -
Ask of Her, the mighty Mother. Her reply puts this other Question: What is Spring?- Growth in every thing - Flesh and fleece, fur and feather, Grass and green world all together, Star-eyed strawberry breasted Throstle above Her nested Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin Forms and warms the life within, And bird and blossom swell In sod or sheath or shell.
Gerard Manley Hopkins -
“It’s okay,” Patricia told the bird. “I’ve got you. It’s okay.
Charlie Jane Anders -
Your thoughts are as free as any bird...
Michael Jackson -
You have to love with an open hand. The heart is like a bird and you have to let this bird fly freely, you cannot possess it.
Brandon Bays -
Swinburne was an absurd character. He was a bird of showy strut and plumage. One could not but admire his glorious feathers; but, as soon as he began to moult ... one saw how very little body there was underneath.
Robert Wilson Lynd
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Make fun of death. We are as dead as it gets, and we are fully aware of this joyous experience. We are with you every time you allow it. We are in every singing bird and in every joyful child. We are part of every delicious pulsing in your environment. We are not dead, and neither will you ever be! You will just get up, one day, and get out of the movie.
Esther Hicks -
I like birds and dogs. I'm allergic to cats.
Carrie Fisher -
The only bird that gives the poor a real tumble is the stork.
Wilson Mizner -
I felt like one who wants to trap and cage a little bird, and after years of waiting and luring and baiting finds that she must do no more than hold out her hand, and the finch lands on her finger and does not fly. You scarcely dare to move. It rests on your hand whole and free, foolishly trusting and infinitely courageous. It will never be more beautiful.
Elizabeth Wein