“Fox-Trot By the stream the fox and she-fox stood Nose to nose beneath the stars Dancing the music of the woods. The… — Beth Kephart Copy Share Image
“The gallinule's candy-corn bill--- yellow at the tip, orange toward the eye---points at the waterline, and the blue and green of the… — Virginia Hartman Copy Share Image
The mind travels faster than the pen; consequently, writing becomes a question of learning to make occasional wing shots, bringing down the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Write as you like, use the rhythms that come out, try different instruments, sit at the piano, destroy the metric, shout instead… — Violeta Parra Copy Share Image
I was terribly sure trees and flowers were the same as birds or people. That they thought things and talked among themselves.… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
Life is precious. Not because it is unchangeable, like a diamond, but because it is vulnerable, like a little bird. To love… — Henri Nouwen Copy Share Image
You can lead a truly spiritual life while remaining a householder. You will be able to enjoy the bliss of the Self,… — Mata Amritanandamayi Copy Share Image
“Indeed, a bird is made in such a way that it can fly, gather food and build a nest, and when I… — Leo Tolstoy Copy Share Image
The traveler fancies he has seen the country. So he has, the outside of it at least; but the angler only sees… — Charles Kingsley Copy Share Image
The firelight magnified our shadows, glinted off the silver, flickered high upon the walls; its reflection roared orange in the windowpanes as… — Donna Tartt Copy Share Image
Who will find peace with the lands? The future of humankind lies waiting for those who will come to understand their lives… — Vine Deloria Jr Copy Share Image
The darkness grew apace; a cold wind began to blow in freshening gusts from the east, and the showering white flakes in… — H. G. Wells Copy Share Image
The dragons I would write about would not be the rather generalized, big, green things that I had read about in storybooks.… — Cressida Cowell Copy Share Image
If we are going to do away with polygamy, it would only be one feather in the bird, one ordinance in the… — Wilford Woodruff Copy Share Image
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do… — Mary Elizabeth Frye Copy Share Image
It's an attitude of superiority. We are superior to the rest of life. The Book of Genesis says: 'Increase and multiply and… — W. S. Merwin Copy Share Image
If an apple blossom or a ripe apple could tell its own story, it would be, still more than its own, the… — Lucy Larcom Copy Share Image
Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom?… — Robert Breault Copy Share Image
Once in the dream of a night I stood Lone in the light of a magical wood, Soul-deep in visions that poppy-like… — Sarojini Naidu Copy Share Image
Aerial flight is one of that class of problems with which man will never be able to cope. . . . The… — Simon Newcomb Copy Share Image
In my opinion, if most urban meat-eaters were to visit an industrial broiler house, to se how the birds are raised, and… — Peter Cheeke Copy Share Image
“It seems to me that no matter whether you marry, settle down or live with a bird or not, certain ones simply… — Derek Raymond Copy Share Image
Prayer is not a stratagem for occasional use, a refuge to resort to now and then. It is rather like an established… — Abraham Joshua Heschel Copy Share Image
“The bird came to Franny of its own accord, as the birds in Central Park always did, flitting over to perch on… — Alice Hoffman Copy Share Image
As for me, I used to be a bird with a gentle white womb, someone cut my throat just for laughs, I… — Alda Merini Copy Share Image
There's a story... a legend, about a bird that sings just once in its life. From the moment it leaves its nest,… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share Image
I pray to the birds. I pray to the birds because I believe they will carry the messages of my heart upward.… — Terry Tempest Williams Copy Share Image
“Facts swooped like swallows, darting across her mind; there was a rush of pride in things still remembered. Singing was limited to… — Tracy Guzeman Copy Share Image
The kakapo is a bird out of time. If you look one in its large, round, greeny-brown face, it has a look… — Douglas Adams Copy Share Image
A moment, and its glory was no more. The sun went down beneath the long dark lines of hill and cloud which… — Charles Dickens Copy Share Image
“The birds are catching fire again. I keep shouting up to them, Fly lower, fly lower! They never listen. They’re dropping all… — Roy Kesey Copy Share Image
“My interpreter Sayuri is folding a piece of notebook paper. She is at step 21, where the crane's body is inflated. The… — Mary Roach Copy Share Image
“Eagles, for example, identify thermal columns rising from the ground, spread their giant wings and allow the hot air to lift them… — Yuval Noah Harari Copy Share Image
“You and I once fancied ourselves birds, and we were happy even when we flapped our wings and fell down and bruised… — Louis de Bernières Copy Share Image
Summer fades; the first cold, Northern air Sweeps, like hatred, through still days - The August heat now gone elsewhere, To Southern,… — Trevor Howard Copy Share Image
“If we learn to read the birds-and their behaviors and vocalizations-through them, we can read the world at large... if we replace… — Jon Young Copy Share Image
I notice that when I feel the most disconnected, once I'm done blaming the moon and everything else, I can see that… — Alanis Morissette Copy Share Image
“Song I try to make the step-down call of the chickadee, but do it too insistently, over and over so it loses… — Lia Purpura Copy Share Image
Eyes are at rest, the stars are setting. Hushed are the stirrings of birds in their nests, Of monsters in the ocean.… — Rabia Basri Copy Share Image
“Look: if a bird were to rub its beak on a limb, you’d hear it—sure—and if a piece of water were to… — William H. Gass Copy Share Image
