Swans Quotes
It is not that the French are not profound, but they all express themselves so well that we are led to take their geese for swans.
The swan who goes on living in its parents' tree will die; this is why those who are beautiful and talented bear the burden of finding their own way in the world.
I love the idea of species fluidity, I guess, the sense of the maiden inherent in the swan or seal, the youth inherent in the bear or deer. After all, human beings are animals.
Everything I do, I want to take it to the farthest possible degree. I can't just do something the plain way. I don't cook a bowl of pasta; it has to be puff pastry swans.
White swan of cities slumbering in thy nest . . . White phantom city, whose untrodden streets Are rivers, and whose pavements are the shifting Shadows of the palaces and strips of sky.
With 'Black Swan,' the ballerina saga flips its tiara and goes on a hallucinatory bender, a scary acid trip where transfiguration and disfiguration meet.
Xenophon wrote with a swan's quill, Plato with a pen of gold, and Thucydides with a brazen stylus.
No number of sightings of white swans can prove the theory that all swans are white. The sighting of just one black one may disprove it.
One musn't overrate the culture of what used to be called "top people" before the wars. They had charming manners, but they were as ignorant as swans.
The swan murmurs sweet strains with a flattering tongue, itself the singer of its own dirge.
We were the best team in the world: European champions in 1984, we qualified without a hitch and 86 was to be the swan song for a very experienced side.
Those parents who do not educate their sons are their enemies; for as is a crane among swans, so are ignorant so are ignorant sons in a public assembly.
Do you really believe that in the late 1800s Paddy Hannan would have walked 600 miles in the hot sun from Perth to Kalgoorlie to discover gold if he had to pay the Wayne Swan resource super tax?
The swan in the pool is singing, And up and down doth he steer, And, singing gently ever, Dips under the water clear.
The stiff rails were softened to swan's-down, and still fluttered down the snow.
In economic life and history more generally, just about everything of consequence comes from black swans; ordinary events have paltry effects in the long term.
The dying swan, when years her temples pierce, In music-strains breathes out her life and verse, And, chanting her own dirge, tides on her wat'ry hearse.
Why get married? For human beings, marriage is such an unnatural state. If you want monogamy, it has been said, you should marry a swan.
Ages elapsed ere Homer's lamp appear'd, And ages ere the Mantuan swan was heard: To carry nature lengths unknown before, To give a Milton birth, ask'd ages more.
Merrily, merrily goes the bark On a breeze from the northward free, So shoots through the morning sky the lark, Or the swan through the summer sea.
I'm crazy about ducks and swans and geese, so I don't eat foie gras. I try to eat organic.
This ugly duckling investment will likely need time - quarters, or even years - to blossom into a beautiful swan.
If I was a nightingale I would sing like a nightingale; if a swan, like a swan. But since I am a rational creature my role is to praise God.
The radio station was playing Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, a sure sign that things were much worse than they appeared.
The Teutons have been singing the swan song ever since they entered the ranks of history. They have always confounded truth with death.
The Singing of Swans is a remarkable narrative calling--even compelling--us to connect with our own ancestral roots, to seek our own inner wisdom, and to reclaim our own inner voices!
I once wrote a song so beautiful that I myself couldn't sing it. It's called Plastic Government Cheese Swan, and it's about how the world is plastic and full of government cheese swans.
Some full-breasted swan That, fluting a wild carol ere her death, Ruffles her pure cold plume, and takes the flood With swarthy webs.
The wild swan's death-hymn took the soul Of that waste place with joy Hidden in sorrow: at first to the ear The warble was low, and full and clear.
Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying!
Contact lenses are for vain, weak-willed piglets who swan around showing off: 'Look everybody, I can see without spectacles. No one at first glance will ever assume I know how to surf the net.'
Björk’s wraparound swan frock . . . made her look like a refugee from the more dog-eared precincts of provincial ballet.
I've actually rented Bjork's swan dress. I know that's kind of recycling, but I saw An Inconvenient Truth.
When we accept bad art because it's good politics, we're killing the swan to feed the chickens.
The soul, O ganders, flies beyond the parks And far beyond the discords of the wind.
Some moralist or mythological poet Compares the solitary soul to a swan; I am satisfied with that, Satisfied if a troubled mirror show it, Before that brief gleam of its life be gone.
