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.

I paid the taxi driver, got out with my suitcase, surveyed my surroundings, and just as I was turning to ask the driver something or get back into the taxi and return forthwith to Chillán...

O Indra, destroy all those lustful people behaving like birds…. angry ones behaving like wolves…. greedy ones behaving like vultures…. enticed ones like owls….. arrogant ones like eagles and the jealous ones behaving like dogs.

Nope. But I do want to have a seat on a chair with wheels and roll along with you.” So maybe flight isn’t so cool after all. Possibly birds get pissed off they have to...

Power lines are great places to hang my clothes—especially since my closet is full of birds. I make love like I have wings and know how to fly.

In East Sussex, let us say, an old farm sleeps in sun-dapple, its oast-house with its cowls echoing the distant steeple of SS Andrew and Mary, Fletching, where de Montfort had prayed and Gibbon now...

When a group of people sing together, we make up a chorus. When birds do, it’s more like a whole symphony orchestra.

Vultures are the most righteous of birds: they do not attack even the smallest living creature.

I told him, ‘You probably don’t like me, but I like you,’ … Once they get the ‘Birds on the helmet …

Look at this place. The T-Birds could use something like this.

Never look for birds of this year in the nests of the last.

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.

I saw two lizards kissing yesterday, but I scared them off. Maybe I should have taken off my bird costume before peeping on them.

Women are still cats and birds. Or at the best, cows.

Birds are everywhere in our literature, a part, it seems, of our collective poetic imagination. If writing a beautiful line of poetry fills a poet’s heart with joy, imagine how that same poet’s soul must...

This Byrd wants a Wren.

Wherever there are birds, there is hope.

The evidence is overwhelming that birds are dinosaurs.