The construction of an airplane is simple compared with the evolutionary achievement of a bird. If I had to choose, I would… — Charles Lindbergh Copy Share Image
“For whom, for what, was that bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it. What made it sit at the edge… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
All birds are incipient or would-be songsters in the spring. I find corroborative evidence of this even in the crowing of the… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
“Alberta thought for a moment, and took a live mouse out of her pocket by its tail before dropping it into Wagner’s… — David Walliams Copy Share Image
“You're a freaking pschopath," I said, but he only chuckled. "I don't expect you to understand, little bird," He turned toward me… — Julie Kagawa Copy Share Image
However, I learned something. I thought that if the young person, the student, has poetry in him or her, to offer them… — Norman MacCaig Copy Share Image
Clouds of insects danced and buzzed in the golden autumn light, and the air was full of the piping of the song-birds.… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
“Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air...I think it's a sort of lark or something.… — Jane Johnson Copy Share Image
Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire… Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The homing instinct in birds and animals is one of their most remarkable traits: their strong local attachments and their skill in… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
There are no accidents in Nature. Every motion of the constantly shifting bodies in the world is timed to the occasion for… — John Muir Copy Share Image
That is where homeland is. In that shifting space, kinfolk know one another by secret signs; and wherever kinfolk meet, homeland soil… — Janette Turner Hospital Copy Share Image
Out of the choked Devonian waters emerged sight and sound and the music that rolls invisible through the composer's brain. They are… — Loren Eiseley Copy Share Image
“She nodded, looking down at the small wooden bird, a plain thing carved by a great man who'd always taken pleasure in… — Susanna Kearsley Copy Share Image
There was a family that had a parrot that was always embarrassing them by cussing and other stuff like that. So one… — Troublemaker Copy Share Image
Thoughts in your head are really no different than the sound of a bird outside. It is just that you decide that… — Adyashanti Copy Share Image
Since 2001, people have been scared. There's been some really scary stuff that's been happening - 9/11, Iraq, Afghanistan, Katrina, anthrax letters,… — Max Brooks Copy Share Image
“We can't know everything, how and wherefore," said the old man. "It is ordained for the bird to have not four wings… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVER There is the mother Who cooks too much To feed her children, And there is the mother Who… — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
As flowers carry dewdrops, trembling on the edges of the petals, and ready to fall at the first waft of wind or… — Henry Ward Beecher Copy Share Image
My father... never required me to study anything, but he knew how to inspire in me a great desire for knowledge. Before… — Andre-Marie Ampere Copy Share Image
We are not going to change the whole world, but we can change ourselves and feel free as birds. We can be… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
All Thy works with joy surround Thee, God of glory, Lord of Love; Stars and angels sing around Thee, Center of unbroken… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
As fog moved to the mainland I heard a flock of birds fly over. They sounded like a dress rustling, a dress… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
...that swimming, sloping, elusive something about the dark-bluish tint of the iris which seemed still to retain the shadows it had absorbed… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
It made me very sad, that question. Sad and defeated. Because I knew she knew why I was thinking about that woman-I… — Peter Cameron Copy Share Image
The universe is composed of subjects to be communed with, not objects to be exploited. Everything has its own voice. Thunder and… — Thomas Berry Copy Share Image
There are airmen and there are pilots: the first being part bird whose view from aloft is normal and comfortable, a creature… — Ernest K. Gann Copy Share Image
As the highly colored birds do not fly around in the dull, leaden plains of a sandy desert, but amid all the… — David Swing Copy Share Image
“Bird honked again. She has her own car. I share one with Tiffany, but she’d already called it for the day. Actually,… — Rachel Hawthorne Copy Share Image
I can tell that in Refuge the question that was burning in me was, how do we find refuge in change? Everything… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
Look at that mallard as he floats on the lake; see his elevated head glittering with emerald green, his amber eyes glancing… — John James Audubon Copy Share Image
Not all introductions worked well. Rabbits were an unmitigated environmental disaster. Unchecked by any natural predator, they bred at a staggering rate… — Bee Dawson Copy Share Image
Awareness means to listen to me unfocused - alert of course, not fallen asleep, but alert to these birds, their chirping, alert… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
“When she started back she saw a blue jay perched atop the feeder. She stopped dead and held her breath. It stood… — Don DeLillo Copy Share Image
Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards. Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
“Tell you something," the raven said. "I was flying over the Midwest once." He stopped abruptly, closed his eyes for a moment,… — Peter S. Beagle Copy Share Image
“The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. “No,… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
The stifled hum of midnight, when traffic has lain down to rest, and the chariot wheels of Vanity, still rolling here and… — Thomas Carlyle Copy Share Image
