Bird Quotes - Page 2

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!" Summer protested "Ah, well," said Ben. "Sometimes sense hides behind walls. You must find a window and stick your head right in before you can see it.

Katherine Catmull

The significance of a revolution will be known after the days have gone past us. When the children of the coming years wake up and like the albatross glide across the azure sky.The freedom to live a life of meaning and joy.

The joy of success lies in the process or journey -- not so much on the destination, because one destination opens the door for another. It's like the beauty of watching a blossoming flower ... a bird taking flight for the first time or a child taking the first step ... Enjoy your process today as I am.

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind

If you feed a bird, you don't have to force it to come to you.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The most beautiful birds do not know how beautiful they are until they see their reflection in water.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A wise bird does not lend even the smallest of its feathers to a hunter.

Matshona Dhliwayo

If God wanted the woods to be quiet, He would not have given birds songs to sing.

Matshona Dhliwayo

If you want to know how good a tree is, examine how many birds flock to feed off of its fruit.

Matshona Dhliwayo

If a tree bears sweet fruit, birds have many reasons to visit it.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird cannot fly upward if each wing is flapping in a different direction.

Matshona Dhliwayo

If a bird does not bring out all of the songs on its heart, all its symphonies die inside.

Matshona Dhliwayo

When birds eat from your hand, they are letting the whole world know that they trust you.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The early bird gets the first worm, but the wisest bird gets the fattest one.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The earliest bird gets the worm only if the worm is stupid enough to show up.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Who were these people? Where was all this joy, and where does joy go when it leaves your family? Does it go into someone else's family, soak into the earth, or does it dissolve away like your breath in the winter? And if it doesn't leave like this, then why isn't there any left for me?

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 that when you have attached a word to something, you know what it is. The fact is: You don’t know what it is. You have only covered up the mystery with a label. Everything, a bird, a tree, even a simple stone, and certainly a human being, is ultimately unknowable. This is because it has unfathomable depth. All we can perceive, experience, think about, is the surface layer of reality, less than the tip of an iceberg.

It is very normal for one ugly weed to not want to stand alone.

A good quote is a beautiful bird! Wherever you meet with it, you will start flying with it!

Mehmet Murat ildan

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 wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead.The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface.The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat."No, Katniss! No! You can't go!"But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does.

Suzanne Collins

Your world is as big as you make it.I know, for I used to abideIn the narrowest nest in a corner,My wings pressing close to my side.

Georgia Douglas Johnson

Lovers are the best birds in the world when they know how to fly higher...

Break out to go out___________________The birds dare to break the egg shellIt does so in order to get out of that HellWhen it finally succeeds, it’ll then flyTo its comfort zone it’ll say byeAre you being confined in a small spaceHow long will you remain at that place?Before you can explore more territories,Break away from the former glories.Yesterday’s excellence is today’s averageYou must strive to be better age after ageNever accept the available mediocrityAs the only preferable opportunityDecide to grow from below to heroAnd make it a point to vacate level zeroReach out and arise with powerGod’s blessings on you, will showerAgree to grow, never attempt to be slowBe not afraid. Never doubt. You’ll flowThe grace of God will be your guideTaking you along, side by side.

Israelmore Ayivor

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

Humans have better wings than birds: Human mind is a perfect wing and with this wing we can fly to some farthermost places no bird can ever dream! Yes, mind is a wing; and when it comes to flying man is the most sophisticated bird on earth!

Mehmet Murat ildan

All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her to memory. It got so bad that Olivia turned to her husband and said: "Has it happened at last, Gerald? Have I become a curiosity?

He had his eyes closed androcked himself so much that everyone thought he wouldsoon crash to the ground. And then it happened. Hecrashed to the ground. Surprised, he lay on the groundon his side, not sure what had happened, looking around.Next he jumped up and listened to Matica’s singing again,starting to rock himself once more. His eyes closed slowly,his beak opened. And then he crashed to the ground a secondtime. This time he kept lying down, spreading his freewing up into the air and waving it to the tune of the melody.Strange sounds came out of his beak. It was a gruntbut more than a grunt, as if he was really enjoying himself,as if he would follow Matica’s words and would singor hum as well.

A bird that fears falling off of a tree branch is ignorant of its gifts.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird does not achieve its highest potential inside its shell.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Quiet birds rob the universe of beautiful symphonies.

Matshona Dhliwayo

Turkeys can run with eagles but cannot fly with them.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird that does not break out of its shell will die in its egg.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird that fears turbulence will never know how high it can fly.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird does not give up flying today because it couldn't find any worms yesterday.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird in a nest is secure, but that is not why God gave it wings.

Matshona Dhliwayo

If God wanted the sky to be empty, He would not have given birds wings to fly.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The greatest weight a bird has to drop before it can fly is fear.

Matshona Dhliwayo

It is a bird’s imagination, not its wings, that determines how high it can fly.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The sky’s dangers offer the eagle more opportunities than the nest’s comfort.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird must have faith in its wings in order to fly.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird only conquers the sky when it has mastered enough courage to lose sight of the ground.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird must overcome its fear of heights before it can rule the skies.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird is born knowing how to fly, but has to learn to conquer the skies.

Matshona Dhliwayo

A bird must rely on its own wings if it is to conquer the sky.

Matshona Dhliwayo

The moon seems unawareof night's dark hittingon the damp warm rain misguiding owl's spitting A thunder light of loveraising hearts beatingwhile weather learns morefrom rain lovers meeting

The shield wall reeks of shit, and all a man wants is to be home, to be anywhere but on this field that prepares for battle, but none of us will turn and run or else we will be despised for ever. We pretend we want to be there, and when the wall at last advances, step by step, and the heart is thumping fast as a bird’s wing beating, the world seems unreal.

Bernard Cornwell

Mother Maybelle, have mercy, we've just been discovered.

Alecia Whitaker

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 little ones. Must be where they learn it.

Karen Joy Fowler

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

I knew I was a grain of sand in the vast desert that never ended and he was a sparkling star in the sky. I was a fish who couldn’t breathe in air and had to stay in dark waters forever while he was a majestic bird who soared so high that he barely touched the ground. I did not deserve him. I could only watch him from down here and wish, wish that he could come here someday. That he could know that I existed. But for that, he had to fall. He had to drop to the ground but I could not let that happen. And then I thought, birds are meant to fly and stars are meant to shine and if someone takes it away from them, they can't be the same anymore. So, I just prayed that his wings never fail him, that the star never explodes. And I was at peace.

I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm

Our wings serve as flippers that carry us across the ocean; not in the sky!Why, us penguins have so much fun time in the water, we don't even want to fly!

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 correct time of day, the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken.

Instead of the birds of the sky and beast of the field, the gods were more than men because Man needed them to be, for what could the world be if Man were the best of all creatures?

Thomm Quackenbush

When I ache to live, my mind loves to stay with the peaceful whiteness of a pigeon’s care...in boundless amity..

Soft on the neck of either dove love's hands let slip the reins: and while we look for light of love, love's twilight wanes...

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.

Israelmore Ayivor

When sighs are hypnotized by sorrowHappy moments you need to borrowFrom a little child or from a birdWho has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!

Wings can only flyas long as the bird flies Soul blackens when you put on vestment of lies White candle wax criesfor ignitable wickJealous people burnto make your heart feel sick

Love, the exotic bird, came and went.Heart forgot love.Joy, the majestic willow, wept and died.Mind forgot joy.Hope, the basement lamp, fell and broke.Soul forgot hope.Self, the anxious caterpillar, took flight and dropped.Self forgot self.You, my all, became all my reasons.Reasons left.You left.I never forgot.

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