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.

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

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.

Be like a sparrow aspiring to be an ostrich, and I’ll be like a cowboy with no horse looking for a speedy land runner to ride.

For the author as for God, standing outwith his creation, all times are one; all times are now. In mine own country, we accept as due and right – as very meet, right, and our...

Try not to be a man of success, but a man of value.” – Albert Einstein

LONG LIVE…This country is but a wish of the spirit, a counter-sepulcher.In my country, tender proofs of spring and badly dressed birds are preferred to far-off goals.Truth waits for dawn beside a candle. Window glass...

JASON: ‘Intended wings.’ How depressing.MICHAEL: Yes. Makes them into suicides, really, the pigeons.JASON: No – no, it doesn’t. It could mean the wings were ‘intended’ to carry them upwards, out of the darkness, but they...

She especially liked my bedside lamp, which had a five-sided porcelain shade. Unlit, the shade seemed like bumpy ivory. Lit, each panel came to life with the image of a bird: a blue jay, a...

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...

It seems to kill a very large proportion of the birds that it infects. That is having a major impact on the livelihoods of smallholders in this region, partly because they are losing the birds...

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.

The freedom of birds is an insult to me.

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.

I don’t feed the birds because they need me; I feed the birds because I need them.

Without birds, trees would be very lonely and men too!

Feathers predate birds.

As I stood on the lonely backroad, I’m sure I heard birds, kookaburras, laughing …

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...

In a world where thrushes sing and willow trees are golden in the spring, boredom should have been included among the seven deadly sins.

We have chosen sites and species of birds that we think are the most likely ones that contact birds over in the Russian Siberian side that have the potential to migrate and make contact with...

Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day’s end. They were manifesting as the earth’s bright-colored nerve endings, the sun’s descent urging them...

Live like the season is ending and the birds are leaving, fight against the winds of the fall like the last leave.

Everyone needs time to develop their dreams. An egg in the nest doesn’t become a bird overnight.

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.

Don’t ask why the elephants wear such large shoes,And why the kangaroos are reborn kidnappers,And why the sailing birds are all Romantics.

If I were a pattern, I would be the pattern of paint that a bird would make if you dipped a bird’s wings in watercolour and then set the bird loose inside a paper lantern....

When you were a bird you knew the fairies pretty well, and you remember a good deal about them in your babyhood, which it is a great pity you can’t write down, for gradually you...

The birds bark my name, and I meow theirs in return. I may be a bit mixed up about life, but not about love. Or maybe I mixed that up.

Or awa’ upon Islay, in January, the wind was honed to a cutting edge across the queer flatness of Loch Gorm and the strand and fields ’round. The roe deer had taken shelter in good...

Don’t you think it’s a small mystery that birds can twitter so loudly that they can hear each other’s song from several miles away? Those tiny bundles are like living flutes, playing non-stop on themselves.

The oriole entered the capital of dawn. The sword of his song closed the sad bed.Everything forever ended.

The early bird gets the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.

In the bare room under the old library on the hill in the town at the tip of the small peninsula on the cold island so far from everything else, I lived among strangers and...

You must not think, sir, to catch old birds with chaff.

Heavenly bodies are nests of invisible birds.

When you have clay in your hands, it’s hard to avoid making birds.

Cliff swallows come back to Capistrano Mid-March. It takes them 3 weeks to fly 7,000 miles from Goya, Argentina.

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....

Happier than a bird with a french fry.

Birds are the magicians of the nature! They are here, they are there and they are everywhere!

Birds evolved from a small raptor like theropod.

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.

When sad she brings the thunderAnd her tears, they bring the rainWhen ill she feeds a poisonTo us all to fell her painHer smiles they bring the sunshineAnd the laughter and the windAnd the birds...

At the MoorWanderer in the black wind; quietly the dry reeds whisperIn the stillness of the moor. In the gray skyA flock of wild birds follows;Slanting over gloomy waters.Turmoil. In decayed hutThe spirit of putrescence...

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.

#Networking is people looking for people looking for people. As for me, I’m more of a birdwatcher.

Love is not only the story of butterflies or birds; it is also the story of jackals and hounds

You’ll think this is a bit silly, but I’m a bit–well, I have a thing about birds.””What, a phobia?””Sort of.””Well, that’s the common term for an irrational fear of birds.””What do they call a rational...

Whenever people see birds flying through the sky, it’s said that they get the urge to go on a journey.