88 Quotes About Bird

We live in a world full of amazing, beautiful, and sometimes scary things. Many of them are found in the bird kingdom. However, it can be hard to look at birds without seeing them as just pretty creatures. But if we take the time to look past their beauty and see their true purpose, we can gain a whole new appreciation for this fascinating creature Read more

Grab a pen and paper and write some of these inspirational bird quotes to reflect upon your first experience watching a bird.

A bird is safe in its nest - but that...
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A bird is safe in its nest - but that is not what its wings are made for. Amit Ray
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Featherweight by Suzy KassemOne evening, I sat by the ocean and questioned the moon about my destiny. I revealed to it that I was beginning to feel smaller compared to others, Because the more secrets of the universe I would unlock, The smaller in size I became. I didn't understand why I wasn't feeling larger instead of smaller. I thought that seeking Truth was what was required of us all —To show us the way, not to make us feel lost, Up against the odds, In a devilish game partitioned by An invisible wall. Then the next morning, A bird appeared at my window, just as the sun began Spreading its yolk over the horizon. It remained perched for a long time, Gazing at me intently, to make sure I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Then its words gently echoed throughout my mind, Telling me:' The world you are in —Is the true hell. The journey to Truth itself Is what quickens the heart to become lighter. The lighter the heart, the purer it is. The purer the heart, the closer to light it becomes. And the heavier the heart, The more chained to this hell It will remain.' And just like that, it flew off towards the sun, Leaving behind a tiny feather. So I picked it up, And fastened it to a toothpick, To dip into ink And write my name. Suzy Kassem
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Once more I realized to what an extent earthly happiness is made to the measure of man. It is not a rare bird which we must pursue at one moment in heaven, at the next in our minds. Happiness is a domestic bird found in our own courtyards. Nikos Kazantzakis
I love the freedom of my wings. I love the...
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I love the freedom of my wings. I love the empty space above the ground. I rejoice in my freedom. Freedom is my religion. Peace is my God. Love is my worship. Banani Ray
Two birds went for dating. The male bird was killed...
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Two birds went for dating. The male bird was killed and the female bird is being murdered. Santosh Kalwar
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Nothing living should ever be treated with contempt. Whatever it is that lives, a man, a tree, or a bird, should be touched gently, because the time is short. Civilization is another word for respect for life... Elizabeth Goudge
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I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's- More, like a person than a bird? I says. Yeah, she says. That's it. Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it. Moira Young
Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it...
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Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain. Jerry Spinelli
The dead never truly die. They simply change form.
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The dead never truly die. They simply change form. Suzy Kassem
A Rule: Life without Islam is a naked tree, Birds...
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A Rule: Life without Islam is a naked tree, Birds without trees can never feel free. Leena Ahmad Almashat
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In alien lands I keep the body Of ancient native rites and things: I gladly free a little birdie At celebration of the spring. I'm now free for consolation, And thankful to almighty Lord:At least, to one of his creations I've given freedom in this world! Alexander Pushkin
When the sky is fully covered by the birds, you...
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When the sky is fully covered by the birds, you will feel the winds of pure freedom beneath this sky! Mehmet Murat Ildan
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It is as simple as that. Birds fly because they have wings and so when you can’t grow the wings, you can’t be called a bird. Leaders make impacts because they create new ideas and so if you can’t think of any new innovative ideas, you can’t be a leader. Israelmore Ayivor
Wings can only flyas long as the bird flies Soul...
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Wings can only flyas long as the bird flies Soul blackens when you put on vestment of lies White candle wax criesfor ignitable wick Jealous people burnto make your heart feel sick Munia Khan
When sighs are hypnotized by sorrow Happy moments you need...
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When sighs are hypnotized by sorrow Happy moments you need to borrow From a little child or from a bird Who has the wild freedom of soul: stirred! Munia Khan
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The most risky day in the world will be the day the bird will decide to swim and the fish will decide to fly. Stay glued to what you can do. Israelmore Ayivor
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Instead of the birds of the sky and beast of the field, the gods were more than men because Man needed them to be, for what could the world be if Man were the best of all creatures? Thomm Quackenbush
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Tess was awake before dawn – at the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day, the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken. Thomas Hardy
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Our wings serve as flippers that carry us across the ocean; not in the sky! Why, us penguins have so much fun time in the water, we don't even want to fly! Jasmine Jean
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I knew I was a grain of sand in the vast desert that never ended and he was a sparkling star in the sky. I was a fish who couldn’t breathe in air and had to stay in dark waters forever while he was a majestic bird who soared so high that he barely touched the ground. I did not deserve him. I could only watch him from down here and wish, wish that he could come here someday. That he could know that I existed. But for that, he had to fall. He had to drop to the ground but I could not let that happen. And then I thought, birds are meant to fly and stars are meant to shine and if someone takes it away from them, they can't be the same anymore. So, I just prayed that his wings never fail him, that the star never explodes. And I was at peace. . Aleena Yasin
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I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere; I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear. Craig Froman
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Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it. Karen Joy Fowler
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All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her to memory. It got so bad that Olivia turned to her husband and said: "Has it happened at last, Gerald? Have I become a curiosity? Helen Oyeyemi
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Humans have better wings than birds: Human mind is a perfect wing and with this wing we can fly to some farthermost places no bird can ever dream! Yes, mind is a wing; and when it comes to flying man is the most sophisticated bird on earth! Mehmet Murat Ildan
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The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches Edith Wharton
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Your world is as big as you make it. I know, for I used to abide In the narrowest nest in a corner, My wings pressing close to my side. Georgia Douglas Johnson
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I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead. The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat." No, Katniss! No! You can't go! " But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go! " And finally she does. . Suzanne Collins
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A good quote is a beautiful bird! Wherever you meet with it, you will start flying with it! Mehmet Murat Ildan
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Who were these people? Where was all this joy, and where does joy go when it leaves your family? Does it go into someone else's family, soak into the earth, or does it dissolve away like your breath in the winter? And if it doesn't leave like this, then why isn't there any left for me? Crystal Chan
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A nursery rhyme shapes your bones and nerves, and it shapes your mind. They are powerful, nursery rhymes, and immensely old, and not toys, even though they are for children." "But they make no sense! " Summer protested "Ah, well, " said Ben. "Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it. Katherine Catmull
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You can’t blame yourself for what Socrates did. Those birds came because he wanted them to come, at least a part of him did. The pissed off part. Let that roll around in your brain for a while.” Jamie considered this. “No, Eddie. The hurt part, that’s what did it.” The crow shrieked again. It seemed louder, and that meant it was closer. Or maybe it was another crow, maybe several. Jamie and Eddie looked toward the sky, listening to the screams. Jamie spoke first.“ We can’t let it happen again. We may be the only ones who know the truth about what Socrates can do.” “That thought probably has occurred to Socrates too. Kenneth C. Goldman
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What is the price of freedom! I'm not talking about the physical restraining kind, but the spiritual, mental, emotional kind! If we glance at a tiny bird, it represents the ultimate freedom, the ability to fly, to rise above all, to look down on earth while getting tickled by clouds of cotton candy. But the price of this bird's freedom is living off scrapes of food & sippes of water! I guess the price of freedom is all about living in content. If u need to spread ur wings wide and fly off into the horizon, you need to learn that what you already have can certainly set you FREE! . Larissa Qat
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Bird has to fly with their own wings; we have to think our own thoughts, find our own destiny. Debasish Mridha
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Don't let someone keep putting out the flame God keeps re-lighting, we all have a purpose. As a wing to a bird. As wind that goes the destiny over the sea. Anthony Liccione
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Learning the secret of flight from a bird was a good deal like learning the secret of magic from a magician. Orville Wright
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When the Sun of compassion arises darkness evaporates and the singing birds come from nowhere. Amit Ray
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A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spikenard. It sang a progressive note, rising an octave at a time, until it became so acute that it was necessary to imagine it. Unknown
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If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.'(from "The Front and the Back Parts of the House", 1991) William Maxwell
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Wake up wild one! Your mind is a cageless bird waiting to fly to uncharted lands. Like the phoenix, you'll rise again with renewed vigor, clarity, compassion and insight. Melody Lee
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Then came nightthat was like falling water. At times, for hours, a bird spirit, half buzzard, half swan, just above the rushesfrom which a snow-storm howls. Peter Huchel
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..let us consider the holes in our own bodies and into what these congenital wounds open. Under the skin of man is a wondrous jungle where veins like lush tropical growths hang along over-ripe organs and weed-like entrails writhe in squirming tangles of red and yellow. In this jungle, flitting from rock-gray lungs to golden intestines, from liver to lights and back to liver again, lives a bird called the soul. Nathanael West
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Quartering the topmost branches of one of the tall trees, an invisible bird was striving to make the day seem shorter, exploring with a long-drawn note the solitude that pressed it on every side, but it received at once so unanimous an answer, so powerful a repercussion of silence and of immobility, that one felt it had arrested for all eternity the moment which it had been trying to make pass more quickly. Marcel Proust
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And do you see how beautiful and graceful the birds are when they are flying and soaring? The ground has many comforts for them to enjoy... But in the sky they are truly what a bird is meant to be. So it is with the human heart. Aleksandra Layland
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A woman without her sister is like a bird without her wings. Moosa Rahat
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If you look at the picture of a beautiful bird eating a little fish, you will see two victims there: Fish is already a victim; but the bird is also a victim because to survive, it has to be a killer; it is forced to be a murderer! Mehmet Murat Ildan
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Birds are the eyes of Heaven. Suzy Kassem
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For thought is a bird of space, that in a cage of words may indeed unfold its wings but cannot fly. Kahlil Gibran
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Opportunity is not a rock, it is a bird! You either catch it or you miss it! Mehmet Murat Ildan
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You are Mr. Owl. I am Ms. Hummingbird. We may be came from different species but as long as you're a bird, I'm a bird too. Glad Munaiseche
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I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. A magical thing. And sweet to remember. We are nearer to Spring than we were in September. I heard a bird sing in the dark of December. Oliver Herford
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A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice. Debasish Mridha
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A hungry cat does no favour to a trapped bird! Mehmet Murat Ildan
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Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him. Kate Atkinson
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How did writing come to me? Like bird’s down on my windowpane, in winter. Just then there rose in the heart a struggle of firebrands, which has, still now, not ended. Unknown
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Neither of us could stay within an enclosed cage for long. Emory R. Frie
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The soul is like a caged bird, it waits for the right person to open the door and set it free. Unknown
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Again burst out that chant McKay had heard as he had floated through the mists upon the lake. Now, as then, despite his opened ears, he could distinguish no words, but clearly he understood its mingled themes - the joy of Spring's awakening, rebirth, with the green life streaming singing up through every bough, swelling the buds, burgeoning with tender leaves the branches; the dance of the trees in the scented winds of Spring; the drums of the jubilant rain on leafy hoods; passion of Summer sun pouring its golden flood down upon the trees; the moon passing with stately step and slow and green hands stretching up to her and drawing from her breast milk of silver fire; riot of wild gay winds with their mad pipings and strummings; - soft interlacing of boughs, the kiss of amorous leaves - all these and more, much more that McKay could not understand for it dealt with hidden, secret things for which man has no images.(" The Women Of The Woods") . Abraham Grace Merritt
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...winter crescent resting in the high pine bough - you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird... John Geddes
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Whenever the birds sing, I will remember you Claire. As long as the sun shines, I will love you. And when the sun darkens everything and the dead sky falls, I will hope to see life again, I will hope to see you. There was never much hope but a fool's hope and a fool am I. Huseyn Raza
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Teach them the shame that tells the lie, “I am unforgivable, ” when the truth is, “I feel unforgivable, but it was out of my control.” Never let them switch those round right or The Adversary will liberate them in a heartbeat, like a bird flying from a cage. Geoffrey Wood
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Breath (from the book Blue Bridge)Whispering to myself With every step I take, Trying out names, for I know There is something yet to be called ….I know it, something up ahead Just around the bend Or over the rise — A bird taking to the sky From the edge of a jagged cliff — A bird floating outwards In silence ……. A silence Waiting for a footstep To crunch on stones, For a voice to fling upward Through sharp sunlight With a name…… calling Before the bird could call Before the bird called. Oh the bird was there alright And sure it took flight When it heard me approach But it broke my heart With a mighty croak! So I’m sitting here playing With a purple flower Slender stem, no leaves Purple fizz —And it’s quiet again. I am still I am nothing And the hill Is a long, long slope Down, down, down to the sea Far below. I could roll I could run I could scream But I am nothing. A cool wind blows And the light is naked and nameless And the rocks are faces of angels And the bird in the sky wheels And cries to forget the earth And its ancient bones —Oh, sensual pain — Wings…. Wings…. Wings, Singing wings. If only I could begin To describe the emptiness Which fills me to the brim With new breath I might almost lose my name And take instead a feather for my soul. Jay Woodman
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I think we consider too much the luck of the early bird and not enough the bad luck of the early worm. Franklin D. Roosevelt
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Her voice is filled with distant sonorities, like reverberations in a cave: now you are at the place of annihilation, now you are at the place of annihilation. And she is herself a cave full of echoes, she is a system of repetitions, she is a closed circuit.’ Can a bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song?’ She draws her long, sharp fingernail across the bars of the cage in which her pet lark sings, striking a plangent twang like that of the plucked heartstrings of a woman of metal. Her hair falls down like tears. Angela Carter
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Once upon a time an Athenian princesss named Prokne was wed to Tereus, king of the barbarous Thracians of the north. When Prokne's unfortunate sister, Philomela, came for a visit, Tereus fell madly in love with the girl locked her away and raped her, then cut out her tongue to prevent her from telling anyone of the crime. Philomela, however, wove into a cloth the story of her misfortune. When Prokne, receiving the cloth, understood what had befallen, she freed her sister, killed her own son, Itys, whom she had borne to Tereus, and served the child up to his father at a feast--the vilest revenge she could think of. When Tereus discovered the truth, in wrath he pursued the two sisters, thinking to kill them, but the gods transformed all three into birds: Tereus into the hoopoe (a large, crested bird with a daggerlike beak), Philomela into the swallow, which can only twitter unintelligibly, and Prokne into the nightingale, which spends the night singing 'Itys Itys! ' in mourning for her dead son. All these birds have reddish spots, it is said, from getting spattered with the blood of the child.. It is interesting in our purposes because it shows in yet another way the great importance that clothmaking had in women's lives, becoming central to their mythology as well. . Elizabeth Wayland Barber
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I'm trying to keep you safe." Safe as a porcelain bowl wrapped in cotton linen and boxed up. It would be a lie to say she didn't want to feel safe, or that Nolan's worry didn't leave her feeling warm and even a bit precious. But it also left her feeling trapped, like an ornamental bird kept in a cage, its wings clipped. Page Morgan
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It was as if someone had leftthe bird thereas a kind of telegramof feathers, oily feathersthat looked like they’d struggled, shuttered a little before letting gointo flightforever. Kristen Henderson
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You're a freaking pschopath, " I said, but he only chuckled." I don't expect you to understand, little bird, " He turned toward me fully, fingering his blade and smiling. "I expect you only to sing. Sing for me, sing for Kanin, and make it a glorious song Julie Kagawa
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She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way. Katherine Catmull
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A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush......unless the bird has the flu! Ankala Subbarao
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His green-flecked brown eyes twinkle, and we laugh together, easy and light. He opens the door for me, and I say goodbye, floating over to where my family waits in our Winnebago. And I can't tell you if my feet actually touch the ground, because at this very moment, this Bird, well, she flies. Alecia Whitaker
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People are in such a hurry to launch their product or business that they seldom look at marketing from a bird's eye view and they don't create a systematic plan. Dave Ramsey
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A forest bird never wants a cage. Henrik Ibsen
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When I see a bird that walks like a duck and swims like a duck and quacks like a duck, I call that bird a duck. James Whitcomb Riley
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Sometimes the early bird gets the worm, but sometimes the early bird gets frozen to death. Myron Scholes
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If it looks like a duck, and quacks like a duck, we have at least to consider the possibility that we have a small aquatic bird of the family anatidae on our hands. Douglas Adams
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I am no bird and no net ensnares me I am a free human being with an independent will. Charlotte Bronte
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Thanksgiving was always a favorite holiday for me. The preparation was fun! My grandma and I would walk to the butcher on Jamaica Avenue in Queens, order the bird, and buy all the fixings at the market. Debi Mazar
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Without prayer, without faith in the Almighty, the civil rights movement would have been like a bird without wings. John Lewis
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Faith without works is like a bird without wings; though she may hop with her companions on earth, yet she will never fly with them to heaven. Francis Beaumont
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Marriage, as an institution, is as dead as the dodo bird. Joan Fontaine
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The art of the bird is to conceal its nest both as to position and as to material, but now and then it is betrayed into weaving into its structure showy and bizarre bits of this or that, which give its secret away and which seem to violate all the traditions of its kind. John Burroughs
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In software systems it is often the early bird that makes the worm. Alan Perlis
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No bird soars too high if he soars with his own wings. William Blake
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Success is full of promise till one gets it, and then it seems like a nest from which the bird has flown. Henry Ward Beecher
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Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers. Yevgeny Yevtushenko
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It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs at present. And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad. C. S. Lewis
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If you had asked me when I was 28 and in my wedding dress if I ever thought I would end up in my forties flipping my husband the bird over potato chips, I'd say you were crazy. Jenna McCarthy