Birds Quotes
Birds Quote of the day
Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows.
YOU are the big drop of dew under the lotus leaf, I am the smaller one on its upper side, 'said the dewdrop to the lake.
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.
Some birds are not meant to be caged, that's all. Their feathers are too bright, their songs too sweet and wild.
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.
No matter what you do if it isn't genuine it's not worth doing, if it isn't meant with good heart it's not worth saying, and if it's a darkness around you perhaps it's not worth remembering.
Always try to live in a wonderful world where the sun is always shining, flowers are always blooming, birds are always singing, and you are always busy with a joyful life.
You wouldn't walk with your underpants stuck in your bottom, you'd adjust them. So don't treat the inconvenience in your life like ill-fitting wandering underpants, adjust it to be comfortable again.
The bird dares to break the shell, then the shell breaks open and the bird can fly openly. This is the simplest principle of success. You dream, you dare and and you fly.
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.
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.”~ShirLee McGarry~ 06/12/2010
She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing “yes” in the sky.
The instinct of the thief is most strongly marked in the Skua tribe, and I am afraid that the mere love of thieving alone actuates them on many occasions.
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.
What I saw was just one eyeIn the dawn as I was going:A bird can carry all the skyIn that little button glowing.Never in my life I wentSo deep into the firmament.
There was the girl, screaming like an angry bird, When it finds its nest left empt and little ones gone." - Sentry
The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.
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.
Two turtle doves will show theeWhere my cold ashes lieAnd sadly murmuring tell theeHow in tears I did die
Intuitions are like migratory birds, they come without a map without a reason.
One by one and then together the birds chanted, warbled, whistled, and cooed, like a rare desert plant bursting into life after the rain.
Sadness wasn't a disease you could catch, as far as I know, but from what I seen, people treated it like it was.
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.
It is raining! In other words little poems are coming down from the sky! Nature is literature! Sun is a fable
Use what talents you possess the woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best.
When you are trapped in a cage with broken wings, freedom can seem like a faraway deeply buried treasure. But it is always within reach.
The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagles own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.
Tiny quails may not seem as impressive as a mammoth turkey, but there is something refreshing about a spread of individual birds on the Christmas table.
Nature has no beauty forbiddenManmade concrete slab: guilt-riddenWings or leaves whatever we may careThose limbs with the birds only trees will share
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young.
Not every hen lay eggs. Not every hen that lays eggs gets them hatched. Not everyone born with greatness becomes as such. Go, hatch your eggs.
We sat still, our breathing loud and rhythmic, its music melancholy, a traditional song of sorrow.
Birds sing after a storm why shouldn't people feel as free to delight in whatever sunlight remains to them?
Long before the stars died the birds began to sing - cool rippling doves, loud cheery starlings, the long lilting trills of warblers and thrushes.
