Learning the secret of flight from a bird was a good deal like learning the secret of magic from a magician.

Make a change! It’s all about you! You may not be able to prevent the bird from flying over your head; but you can prevent it from making a nest on your head!

The early bird gets the worm. The early worm… gets eaten.

Two birds went for dating. The male bird was killed and the female bird is being murdered.

All stones are close to us. The last is behind us. (Toutes les pierres sont près de nous. – La dernière est derrière nous.)(The Bird and its Sun / L’Oiseau et son Soleil)

I want to be a bird that is not afraid of falling since it’s been flying for so long.

The bird has an honor that man does not have. Man lives in the traps of his abdicated laws and traditions; but the birds live according to the natural law of God who causes the...

Words, no matter whether they are vocalized and made into sounds or remain unspoken as thoughts, can cast an almost hypnotic spell upon you. You easily lose yourself in them, become hypnotized into implicitly believing...

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...

…winter crescent resting in the high pine bough – you fly through the woods like a lone snow bird…

The last 33 years of my life have been a blur, like a hummingbird’s beating wings. Time flies, but not backwards, like a hummingbird can.

Amanda took the torn page from Maniac. To her, it was the broken wing of a bird, a pet out in the rain.

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 sky itches and that’s why I tickled it with the feather of a bird. Do you realize it’s been 14 days since two weeks ago? Boy, time flies.

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...

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...

In New York, you have the street; in the U.K., we have the beach. I end up being like a migrating bird, being attracted to it.

That thought probably has occurred to Socrates too.

There is coming a day, when freedom will just be a essence of the mind, an inner dwelling that was once physically attainable. They will tell you where you can live, and what you can...

I have the ostrich of an asshole. I also have the asshole of an ostrich. With these two things, I have everything I need. Well, aside from love.

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!”...

Poetry is like a bird, it ignores all frontiers.

In alien lands I keep the bodyOf ancient native rites and things:I gladly free a little birdieAt celebration of the spring.I’m now free for consolation,And thankful to almighty Lord:At least, to one of his creationsI’ve...

Love is a speedy bird that looks like a fish. If you catch one in the sky, try not to drown.

Gliders, sail planes, they’re wonderful flying machines. It’s the closest you can come to being a bird.

Larry Bird looks like a bird, and Johnny Vagina looks like—hey, what is that in the sky?

A Rule: Life without Islam is a naked tree,Birds without trees can never feel free.

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....

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.

You got the eggs in you; the world is fully ready to celebrate the chicks out of your laying labour. Never give up. Go and breed! Go and breed great dreams.

We never really know what might me beside us or ahead, but most days we walk as if we do

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.

I am a waning birdencased in a glass sphere;I cannot see my prison,and my cries no one can hear.

The motions of her mind were as incalculable as the flit of a bird in the branches

God gives every bird his worm, but He does not throw it into the nest.

If my love could be represented by a blur, it would be the beating of a hummingbird’s wings. Did you know that my love is the only love that can fly backwards?

The Mercy of Allah is an Ocean, Our sins are a lump of clay clenched between the beak of a pigeon. The pigeon is perched on the branch of a tree at the edge of...

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...

When the weaver bird flies, nobody talks; when the busy bee flies, no one will make comments… But when a human being begins to fly, you begin to hear talks in the town such as...

She was only half Bird now, and the other half song. She liked it that way.

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...

The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly. But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.

She said she’s so happy she could fly. I said, I’m glad you find those mechanical bird wings I made out of political rhetoric uplifting.

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...

The thirstiest bird is surely the swallow. My love is so fluid I’ll bet drinking it would give you the gift of flight.

Everyone likes birds. What wild creature is more accessible to our eyes and ears, as close to us and everyone in the world, as universal as a bird?

LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVERThere is the motherWho cooks too muchTo feed her children,And there is the motherWho cooks too little,Or not at all.There is the birdThat returns to its nestWith just a frail wormAnd feeds...

A one-winged bird does not fly south for the winter. It flies south, west, north, and east, over and over. That’s how I feel when I’m in love, only I walk.

The purest moment, tranquil hour of Earth’s expectancy. We lay on the soft rose sands beside the sleeping sea in happy land of fragrant meadows I dreamed a dream of. The whisper of the tide,...