A fine morning's killing, ay! All their necks wrung - all dead birds! Once they could fly - fly and swim! Fly… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
He who defines his conduct by ethics imprisons his song-bird in a cage. — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
It's surely summer. for there's a swallow: Come one swallow, his mate will follow, The bird race quicken and wheel and thicken. — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
It is said that the Queen has come to love the Commonwealth, partly because it supplies her with regular cheering crowds of… — Boris Johnson Copy Share Image
Walks. The body advances, while the mind flutters around it like a bird. — Jules Renard Copy Share Image
I feel like my dream animal would be a mermaid that could fly and also live in the trees. She has a… — Banks Copy Share Image
Once I spent a whole day there, a blade of grass in each hand to anchor me to the warm earth. I… — Emma Donoghue Copy Share Image
For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is to be most vividly, most perfectly alive. — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
Mineral cactai, quicksilver lizards in the adobe walls, the bird that punctures space, thirst, tedium, clouds of dust, impalpable epiphanies of wind.… — Octavio Paz Copy Share Image
Take hold of your own life. See that the whole existence is celebrating. These trees are not serious, these birds are not… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
In the next century it will be the early mechanical bird which get the first plastic worm out of the artificial grass. — Bill Vaughan Copy Share Image
After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people… — Joe Meno Copy Share Image
A fish does not swim it is SWUM. A bird does not FLY it is flown. — Viktor Schauberger 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
What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why, I have forgotten, and what arms have lain Under my head till… — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The eagle had two natural enemies: storms and serpents. He embraced the storm, waiting on the rock for the right thermal current… — Karen Kingsbury Copy Share Image
I hear the mad song of a little bird and crush butterflies between my fingers. — Clarice Lispector Copy Share Image
When the spent sun throws up its rays on cloud And goes down burning into the gulf below, No voice in nature… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
As a body in a world, here is our choice: we can be more loving or less loving. That's it. We can… — David Deida Copy Share Image
