January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Ask of Her, the mighty Mother. Her reply puts this other Question: What is Spring?- Growth in every thing - Flesh and… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Tony stood his ground for a hot minute. Pete rolled up his window. Antonia Soria’s six dogs snarled and circled, their hackles… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
Sometimes goldfinches one by one will drop From low hung branches; little space they stop; But sip, and twitter, and their feathers… — John Keats Copy Share Image
Think of the beginning of the story of the beginning of everything: Adam (without Eve and without divine guidance) names the animals.… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
When you are happy you are ordinary, because to be happy is just to be natural. To be miserable is to become… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
Throughout all of human history we have consumed the natural world. All creatures do. Birds do. Fish do. Earthworms do. We consume… — Sylvia Earle Copy Share Image
“The bird that plucks its own feathers cannot blame the wind for its chill. The tree that bends willingly cannot fault the… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
...Perses, hear me out on justice, and take what I have to say to heart; cease thinking of violence. For the son… — Hesiod Copy Share Image
The words of the scholar are to be understood. The words of the master are not to be understood. They are to… — Anthony de Mello Copy Share Image
... where do they go when they die? We hear of the elephant graveyards, where the elephants go to die, but how… — Sophy Burnham Copy Share Image
What happened to your foot?" "I had a little disagreement with an eagle --stupid birds, eagles. He couldn't tell the difference between… — David Eddings Copy Share Image
Shokaku is a crane of some kind.' 'For lifting things?' Will asked. 'For flying. A crane is a large bird,' she corrected… — John Flanagan Copy Share Image
When I moved out, I was like, 'Oh, I'm free, 'I'm out of the church, out of the South, I'm gone, I'm… — Ethel Cain Copy Share Image
“...it occurred that the birds, whose twitters and repeated songs sounded so pretty and affirming of nature and the coming day, might… — David Foster Wallace Copy Share Image
I stayed under the moon too long.I am silvered with lust.Dreams flick like minnows through my eyes.My voice is trees tossing in… — Marge Piercy Copy Share Image
Oh, I don't object, of course, to cutting wood from necessity, but why destroy the forests? The woods of Russia are trembling… — Anton Chekhov Copy Share Image
“A gull planed steeply over their heads, a precarious flash of white against the windy blue sky. The short, hacking cry of… — M. John Harrison Copy Share Image
One day at Princeton, I noticed there were dead birds on the pavement between the campus buildings, where very large trees were.… — Ralph Nader Copy Share Image
There is a town in north Ontario, With dream comfort memory to spare, And in my mind I still need a place… — Neil Young Copy Share Image
If they embark on this course the difference between the old and the new education will be an important one. Where the… — C. S. Lewis Copy Share Image
“Birds are and always have been reincarnated old men with Tourette's syndrome having somehow managed to dupe the reproductive saga. They fuck… — Kurt Cobain Copy Share Image
Yet nor the lays of birds nor the sweet smell Of different flowers in odour and in hue Could make me any… — William Shakespeare Copy Share Image
A mud-stained sunlight began to splatter the sodden fields, and the hateful, nasal world of birds began to come to life. It… — Blaise Cendrars Copy Share Image
We proclaim human intelligence to be morally valuable per se because we are human. If we were birds, we would proclaim the… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Why are entire flocks of industrial birds dying at once? And what about the people eating those birds? Just the other day,… — Jonathan Safran Foer Copy Share Image
The Ripe FigNow that You live here in my chest,anywhere we sit is a mountaintop.And those other images,which have enchanted peoplelike porcelain… — Rumi Copy Share Image
The bluebird enjoys the preeminence of being the first bit of color that cheers our northern landscape. The other birds that arrive… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
There we were - demented children mincing about in clothes that no one ever wore, speaking as no man ever spoke, swearing… — Tom Stoppard Copy Share Image
If we are not personally engaged in God's great mission in the world, then we have missed the very thing he created… — Richard Stearns Copy Share Image
You see, cuckoos are parasites. They lay their eggs in other birds' nests. When the egg hatches, the baby cuckoo pushes the… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
Where roads are made I lose my way.In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.The… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
We learned to be patient observers like the owl. We learned cleverness from the crow, and courage from the jay, who will… — Tom Brown, Jr Copy Share Image
Everyone wants to understand art. Why not try to understand the song of a bird? Why does one love the night, flowers,… — Pablo Picasso Copy Share Image
Wherever snow falls, or water flows, or birds fly, wherever day and night meet in twilight, wherever the blue heaven is hung… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
The light struck upon the trees in the garden, making one leaf transparent and then another. One bird chirped high up; there… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
They were lovebirds. They entertained each other endlessly with little gifts: sights worth seeing out the plane window, amusing or instructive bits… — Kurt Vonnegut Copy Share Image
One day a hummingbird flew in-- It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with… — Georgia O'Keeffe Copy Share Image
God is a lion that comes in the night. God is a hawk gliding among the stars-- If all the stars and… — Robinson Jeffers Copy Share Image
The child is born speaking the languages of birds; the child has horns and scales and wings; it has a beak; it… — Rikki Ducornet Copy Share Image
