100 Quotes About Bird

Birds are a common form of nature’s art, and their beauty is hard to ignore. In the animal kingdom, birds have a leading role – they can fly, sing, and even dance – but they also have a very interesting way of communicating. They have their own language that allows them to communicate with each other, just like we do with words. Because of this amazing ability, birds have inspired a huge range of artwork and poetry over the years Read more

While many people think of birds as beautiful creatures, others see them as messengers from God or as symbols of hope.

The moment a little boy is concerned with which is...
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The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing. Eric Berne
The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply...
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The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings. J.m. Barrie
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Dad?" Jesus asked." Yes, son?" God replied." Why do birds sing?" Jesus asked." Birds sing to welcome in the day and so that people can rejoice in their sweet voices, " God said." What about chickens then?" Jesus asked now." Chickens are alarm clocks, " God said." Alarm clocks?" Jesus asked bewildered." Yes, alarm clocks. They let everyone know that a new day is coming. Would you want to miss seeing the beauty of a sunrise?" God asked Jesus."No! I love watching a new day dawn, " Jesus said." So it is with a lot of animals and people. That's the magic of life, " God said." No dad. That's the magic of you, " Jesus said as he smiled." Thank you, " God said with a happy smile. Anthony T. Hincks
Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.
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Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds. Dejan Stojanovic
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What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round. Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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I want to hear the wind in the trees. Feel the sun warm my back. I want to see birds fly in a sky with no boundaries. Unknown
Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes...
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Two turtle doves will show thee Where my cold ashes lie And sadly murmuring tell thee How in tears I did die Nikolai Gogol
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Sun-struck, stuck in mid tropic strut, it sometimes standsas if considering how to cool avian plastic, dive into the mown lagoon of lawn;how take flight on dayglow flap-doodle wings, no matterif it is ball-bald going nowhere fast. Joyce Thomas
Just as the bird needs wings to fly, a leader...
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Just as the bird needs wings to fly, a leader needs useful information to flow. Leaders learn. Israelmore Ayivor
And I want to be with you till the birds...
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And I want to be with you till the birds forget how to fly in the blue azure sky and the fish forget how to swim in the blue green sea... Avijeet Das
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Every morningbefore the birds starttrilling me their stories, I give birth to a new lovethrough my same old heartwhen a lake’s placidityfinds life in the swans breath Only for you... From the poem 'Only For You Munia Khan
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Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild. So you let them go, or when you open the cage to feed them they somehow fly out past you. And the part of you that knows it was wrong to imprison them in the first place rejoices, but still, the place where you live is that much more drab and empty for their departure. Stephen King
Swifts, flushed from chimneys, catch fire and swoop like blown...
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Swifts, flushed from chimneys, catch fire and swoop like blown sparks out over the ramparts and extinguish themselves in the sea. Anthony Duerr
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We ate the birds. We ate them. We wanted their songs to flow up through our throats and burst out of our mouths, and so we ate them. We wanted their feathers to bud from our flesh. We wanted their wings, we wanted to fly as they did, soar freely among the treetops and the clouds, and so we ate them. We speared them, we clubbed them, we tangled their feet in glue, we netted them, we spitted them, we threw them onto hot coals, and all for love, because we loved them. We wanted to be one with them. We wanted to hatch out of clean, smooth, beautiful eggs, as they did, back when we were young and agile and innocent of cause and effect, we did not want the mess of being born, and so we crammed the birds into our gullets, feathers and all, but it was no use, we couldn’t sing, not effortlessly as they do, we can’t fly, not without smoke and metal, and as for the eggs we don’t stand a chance. We’re mired in gravity, we’re earthbound. We’re ankle-deep in blood, and all because we ate the birds, we ate them a long time ago, when we still had the power to say no. . Margaret Atwood
She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create...
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She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky. Monique Duval
The freedom of birds is an insult to me.
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The freedom of birds is an insult to me. Cormac McCarthy
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Kiana loved birds, " Breena told him late one dusky evening. "When she was just a few summers old, she would run beneath them as they flew, her chubby arms stretched out as if tmo take flight alongside them." She sniffed and wrapped her arms around her stomach. "A few weeks before the attack, she told me that she was still going to fly one day. 'I look at the birds, and I see freedom, ' she said. 'To soar above the hurt of the world, to be too high for the wars of men to touch you: that is what it means to fly. Unknown
One twig at a time. Like a bird making a...
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One twig at a time. Like a bird making a nest. Carol Lovekin
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Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated. Terry Tempest Williams
Of course women are flighty, I thought. We have more...
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Of course women are flighty, I thought. We have more predators than men. Elizabeth J. Church
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Men have hitherto treated women like birds which have strayed down to them from the heights; as something more delicate, more fragile, more savage, stranger, sweeter, soulful — but as something which has to be caged up so that it shall not fly away. Friedrich Nietzsche
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I knew the legends of the birds. Seagulls were the souls of dead soldiers. Owls were the souls of women. Doves were the recently departed souls of unmarried girls. Was there a bird for the souls of people like me? Ruta Sepetys
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Every spring I hear the thrush singingin the glowing woodshe is only passing through. His voice is deep, then he lifts it until it seemsto fall from the sky. I am thrilled. I am grateful. Then, by the end of morning, he's gone, nothing but silenceout of the treewhere he rested for a night. And this I find acceptable. Not enough is a poor life. But too much is, well, too much. Imagine Verdi or Mahlerevery day, all day. It would exhaust anyone. . Mary Oliver
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The crow flew closer, as if to hear its praises. Emma Donoghue
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A male frigate bird blows up a wild red pouch on his neck. He can keep it puffed up for hours. It is his way of impressing the girls. Julie Murphy
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Nature has no beauty forbidden Manmade concrete slab: guilt-ridden Wings or leaves whatever we may care Those limbs with the birds only trees will share Munia Khan
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On a winter’s day when a person’s spirits may be low and to behold thirty to one-hundred Evening Grosbeaks busily gorging themselves on bird seed and perched in a stand of pines with all of them creating a cacophony of sparrow like chirps, this is real therapy for me. It is an act of contagious optimism. It is at such times I realize that a bird can do more for me than a shrink. Barry Babcock
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How can one deceive these dear little birds, when they look at one so sweetly and confidingly? I call them birds because there is nothing in the world better than birds! Fyodor Dostoyevsky
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The sun rises, the sun falls, the wind blows and the birds sing no matter where you are. These are experiences that unite us all... something we can all enjoy together Melanie Charlene
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I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the birds to sing, a tweet, a tweet, times two. And when my busy day is done, I dream sweet dreams of you. NZuri Za Austin
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They were making a riotous noise, but it was much more like music - rather advanced music which you don't quite take in at the first hearing - than birds' songs ever are in our world. C.s. Lewis
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Birds know themselves not to be at the center of anything, but at the margins of everything. The end of the map. We only live where someone's horizon sweeps someone else's. We are only noticed on the edge of things; but on the edge of things, we notice much. Gregory Maguire
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What if there was an uncanny moment when all the birds were grounded from Cape Town to Juneau, and everywhere between--all feathers frozen in a universal stutter, so quick as to make a snail of light, and even Stephen Hawking's mind would miss it? Kristen Henderson
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Newly-born books are like birds… they shouldn’t be kicked out of the nest until they’re capable of flying. Wendy Anne Darling 5-1-15 Wendy Anne Darling
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It's time to make love, douse the glim; The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together Like birds of a feather, And the loin lies down with the limb. Conrad Aiken
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I saw two birds having dangerously kinky sex on the main road, while several cars ran above them just missing the sparrows’ toss and tumble fly away. The couple survived to try it again next season on a railway line! Initially NO
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Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily." I'm youth, I'm joy, " Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird that has broken out of the egg. J.m. Barrie
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He imagines a necessary joy in things that must fly to eat. Wendell Berry
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Every new day Our children's joy is as fresh as roses, Even the birds chatter at dawn. Scott Hastie
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Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages. -from Instant Recognition between Strangers Dean Young
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Just because we have birds inside is, we don't have to be cages. Dean Young
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Let us speak less and say more. ( “Words flew away like birds” ) Erik Pevernagie
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On the single strand of wire strung to bring our house electricity, grackles and starlings neatly punctuated an invisible sentence. John Updike
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The church trembled and the hail hammered the roof, but his words glided in the air, joyful and bright like the birds at the cliffs. They floated freely around one another without colliding and the wind carried them high up into heaven. Fridik Erlings
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A human being can only endure depression up to a certain point; when this point of saturation is reached it becomes necessary for him to discover some element of pleasure, no matter how humble or on how low a level, in his environment if he is to go on living at all. In my case these insignificant birds with their subdued colourings have provided just sufficient distraction to keep me from total despair. Each day I find myself spending longer and longer at the window watching their flights, their quarrels, their mouse-quick flutterings, their miniature feuds and alliances. Curiously enough, it is only when I am standing in front of the window that I feel any sense of security. While I am watching the birds I believe that I am comparatively immune from the assaults of life. The very indifference to humanity of these wild creatures affords me a certain safeguard. Where all else is dangerous, hostile and liable to inflict pain, they alone can do me no injury because, probably, they are not even aware of my existence. The birds are at once my refuge and my relaxation. Anna Kavan
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I pray to the birds because they remind me of what I love rather than what I fear. And at the end of my prayers, they teach me how to listen. Terry Tempest Williams
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Girl from the fifth floor, who feeds the birds every day, climbs up to the water tank and jumps off. I see her body on the road below, and feel absolutely nothing. Maybe because I expect her to get up and walk off. In a story, the birds would have joined forces in a show of gratitude and broken her fall, carried her to a faraway land of safety. As it is, they just gurgle foolishly and confer about the no-show of breakfast. I imagine myself in Pigeon girl's place - a split open bag of skin on tar. Amruta Patil
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The appreciation of birds, indeed the appreciation of all the phenomena of spring, cannot be dissociated from the accumulations of memory. The appearance of a familiar bird immediately awakens a train of forgotten associations, and this makes each spring transcend its predecessor. The interest accumulates and is compounded. The first yellow-throated warbler next year will be the more meaningful to me as it brings back that moment in the woods opposite Dyke. For one remembers clearly enough the fact of such a moment, but only an evocative sight or sound or smell can bring back the full emotion. The person who sees the bird for the first time cannot know what moves me. Louis J Halle
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I always wonder why birds stay in the same place when they can fly anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself the same question. Harun Yahya
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So many birds sitting around, on a dead wire, a bare branch, a cold ground, a drifting seashore; never realizing the glory in their wings and where it can take them, nor the envy as we look on them. Anthony Liccione
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Consider the road, long and forkedas the Devil’s own tongue. Consider the Devil, burningevery bridge; Placingin every tree a black bird. In every bird a black thought. Cecilia Llompart
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JASON: 'Intended wings.' How depressing. M I C H A E L: Yes. Makes them into suicides, really, the pigeons. J A S O N: No - no, it doesn't. It could mean the wings were 'intended' to carry them upwards, out of the darkness, but they were defective in some way, these wings, so the pigeons aren't suicidal, not at all, just badly equipped for flying. Like the rest of us. Simon Gray
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The birds sang in the dustin an elaborate weave, ambiguous, deafening, prey to existencepoor passions lost between the modestsummits of groves of mulberry and elder;and I, like them, in secluded placesreserved for the lost and pure, would wait for evening to fall, for the silent smells of fireand joyous misery to fill the air, for the Angelus bell to toll, veiledin the new peasant mysteryfulfilled in the ancient mystery. Pier Paolo Pasolini
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He was thirty-six years old, and six foot three. He spoke English to people and French to cats, and Latin to the birds. He had once nearly killed himself trying to read and ride a horse at the same time. Katherine Rundell
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Happier than a bird with a french fry. Leslea Tash
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Be the celebrators, celebrate! Already there is too much–the flowers have bloomed, the birds are singing, the sun is there in the sky–celebrate it! You are breathing and you are alive and you have consciousness, celebrate it! Osho
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My life is filled with buckets of tears; thousands of people shouting in my ears; the humming and chirping of hundreds of Himalayan birds, which are irresistible to hear. Santosh Kalwar
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She wasn't a cruel Bird. But her heart ached so badly for these sad, broken birds that, just as the Puppeteer had planned, she had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her feel so wretched, when she should be happiest. That happens sometimes. Katherine Catmull
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In order to see birds it is necessary to become a part of the silence. Robert Lynd
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I know there is a moment when sound slips down the torn lining of itself into silence, is carried unheard and secret in its own pocket. But the crimson birds could find no such escape, no means of slipping beyond themselves between the cracks of color and song to a white undiscovered silence. Janet Frame
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Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air... I think it's a sort of lark or something. Our tradition has it that they sing with the voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them, you will hear its mate call back in a moment. Jane Johnson
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Consider my Lover; the yellow churchof his skin, the clean wells of his ears; How the notes of a song come to himlike birds descending on a power line; How in his absence I am of twothroats--each of them cramped. Cecilia Llompart
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I know my breasts, smallas plums, would win no blue ribbons. But in your hands they tremble and fillwith song like plump, white birds. Cecilia Llompart
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First came him, then came I, then he came again and then I was lost forever. Alok Jagawat
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And I've been thinking: if the human race manages to destroy itself, as it often seems to want to do, or if some great disaster comes, as it did for the dinosaurs, then the birds will still manage to survive. When our gardens and fields and farms and woods have turned wild, when the park at the end of Falconer Road has turned into a wilderness, when our cities are in ruins, the birds will go on flying and singing and making their nests and laying their eggs and raising their young. It could be that the birds will exist for ever and for ever until the earth itself comes to an end, no matter what might happen to the other creatures. They'll sing until the end of time. So here's my thought: If there is a God, could it be that He's chosen the birds to speak for Him. Could it be true? The voice of God speaks through the beaks of birds. David Almond
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'Tragedy admires man. Comedy feels a bit sorry for him.' We think we are kings or queens, masters of the universe or at least our own destiny. We forget that a foot may crush us, or that the wind may knock us down. We are not in control. We are subject to gas and sloughing skin and dirty pores. Most of our joints will eventually fail us. We have big brains which we can imagine great things, but we can't really get off the ground. It's like we have wings but we can't fly. Debbie Blue
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In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins. Elizabeth Goudge
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There are stories in the air as thick as birds around me, he would say. I will save those stories from starving he would say. I have a great hunger for stories, he would say. Brian Doyle
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..it occurred that the birds, whose twitters and repeated songs sounded so pretty and affirming of nature and the coming day, might actually, in a code known only to other birds, " be the birds each saying 'Get away' or 'This branch is mine! ' or 'This tree is mine! I'll kill you! Kill, kill! ' Or any manner of dark, brutal, or self-protective stuff--they might be listening to war cries. The thought came from nowhere and made his spirits dip from some reason. David Foster Wallace
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I can hear birds singing but they don't sound at all like the birds I knew. These are mocking and possessed. I imagine they have deformed bodies with glowing eyes, leading the wagon to my own personal damnation. All my wishes and all my draining prayers haven't brought me home. They are bringing me to the one place I sought to be and the one place I wanted to far from. Celia McMahon
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You bad birds, But God shall not punish you, you Shall be with us in heaven, though less Conscious of your happiness, perhaps, than we. Hell is a not quite satisfactory heaven, probably, But you are the fruit and jewels Of my arrangement .. . John Ashbery
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Birds are the eyes of heaven, and flies are the spies of hell. Suzy Kassem
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We have never understood how birds manage to fly, Nor who the genius is who makes up dreams, Now how heaven and earth can appear in a poem. Robert Bly
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You will be able to do great things when you know and truly understand that all you really have and can control is your own life. Everything else is second to that.”~ Shir Lee McGarry~ 06/12/2010 ShirLee McGarry
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Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave. M.F. Moonzajer
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A goose flies by a chart the Royal Geographic Society could not improve. Unknown
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...a murder of crows gormandized until they were satiated. Rex Curry
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All he could do was wait like this, patiently, until it grew light out and the birds awoke and began their day. All he could do was trust in the birds, in all the birds, with their wings and beaks. Haruki Murakami
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When that small Siberian bird fell out of the sky over Gray's River, not once but twice, he brought with him the sweetness of chance in any place, the certainty of wonder in all places. And if that's not grace, I don't know what it. Robert Michael Pyle
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Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows. Friedrich Nietzsche
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He regarded Huginn as only slightly more dangerous than most pets, in that he understood why people had pets but harbored the paranoia they would one day eat their owners. True, it kept Eliot from even having a pet larger than his fist, but it also kept him from being kibble. Thomm Quackenbush
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I have never known birds of different species to flock together. The very concept is unimaginable. Why, if that happened, we wouldn't stand a chance! How could we possibly hope to fight them? Alfred Hitchcock
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…I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky.” (p.275) Mark Nepo
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There is nothing in which the birds differ more from man than the way in which they can build and yet leave a landscape as it was before. Robert Lynd
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Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages. Dean Young
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There shall come a day when Birds shall be free... :) and humans will see... K. Hari Kumar
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Rain, rain falling down Down, down on the gound All the birds go in the trees They don't like the rain, you see. Lynda Mullaly Hunt
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What I saw was just one eye In the dawn as I was going: A bird can carry all the sky In that little button glowing. Never in my life I went So deep into the firmament. Harold Monro
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You must be crazy, after all, if a bird loves you. Andrew Smith
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That the birds of worry and care fly over you head, this you cannot change, but that they build nests in your hair, this you can prevent." - Chinese Proverb Anonymous
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The past was like a bad dream; the future was all happy holiday as I moved Southwards week by week, easily, lazily, lingering as long as I dared, but always heeding the call! Kenneth Grahame
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On harsh, frigid January days, when the winds are relentless and the snow piles up around us, I often think of our small feathered friends back on the Third Line. I wonder if the old feeder is still standing in the orchard and if anyone thinks to put out a few crumbs and some bacon drippings for our beautiful, hungry, winter birds. In the stark, white landscape they provided a welcome splash of colour and their songs gave us hope through the long, silent winter. Arlene StaffordWilson
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Vultures are the most righteous of birds: they do not attack even the smallest living creature. Plutarch
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The infinite loves of two birds were broken. I and You were the two birds. The strong pillars of faith, trust, hope, conviction and whatever that makes a strong building, the building is obviously known as relations, were now go down. Those pillars lose their strength. They were no more able to balance my and yours’s infinite love.. Tamanna breaks down Prakhar Srivastav
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If it were not for collectors England would be full, so to speak, of rare birds and wonderful butterflies, strange flowers and a thousand interesting things. But happily the collector prevents all that, either killing with his own hands or, by buying extravagantly, procuring people of the lower classes to kill such eccentricities as appear..Eccentricity, in fact, is immorality--think over it again if you do not think so now--just as eccentricity in one's way of thinking is madness (I defy you to find another definition that will fit all the cases of either); and if a species is rare it follows that it is not Fitted to Survive. The collector is after all merely like the foot soldier in the days of heavy armour-he leaves the combatants alone and cuts the throats of those who are overthrown. So one may go through England from end to end in the summer time and see only eight or ten commonplace wild flowers, and the commoner butterflies, and a dozen or so common birds, and never be offended by any breach of the monotony. . H.G. Wells
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Heat in her birds of prey fingertips, smoke of gilded flowers in her aureate gorging hair. Laura Gentile
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It was difficult to anticipate–in these monsters with enormous, fantastic beaks which they opened wide immediately after birth, hissing greedily to show the backs of their throats, in these lizards with frail, naked bodies of hunchbacks–the future peacocks, pheasants, grouse or condors. Placed in cotton wool, in baskets, this dragon brood lifted blind, walleyed heads on thin necks, croaking voicelessly from their dumb throats. Bruno Schulz
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Early summer days are a jubilee time for birds. In the fields, around the house, in the barn, in the woods, in the swamp - everywhere love and songs and nests and eggs. E.B. White
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Here is the soundless cypress on the lawn: It listens, listens. Taller trees beyond Listen. The moon at the unruffled pond Stares. And you sing, you sing. That star-enchanted song falls through the air From lawn to lawn down terraces of sound, Darts in white arrows on the shadowed ground; And all the night you sing. My dreams are flowers to which you are a bee As all night long I listen, and my brain Receives your song, then loses it again In moonlight on the lawn. Now is your voice a marble high and white, Then like a mist on fields of paradise, Now is a raging fire, then is like ice, Then breaks, and it is dawn. . Harold Monro
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The bird music sank into her, like a song you used to know but forgot long ago. You hear a piano play it some day, and for a minute you feel a happy pain, but you don't know why. Bird felt like that. Katherine Catmull