“He unfixes the metal notch and slips his hand around the body of the bird. Feels its heat, its small heart beating.… — Nina Schuyler Copy Share Image
“Birdwatching, at first glance, seems like a pursuit designed specifically for people who find stamp collecting too stimulating. But oh, how wrong… — Natalie Kyriacou Copy Share Image
Nature is a good teacher; he who can read the nature well, he can learn sagacious things belong to life from it.… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
It is easy for desire to be caught like a bird in a net, its wings fouled and twisted, no longer free… — Wendy Farley Copy Share Image
place where man laughs, sings, picks flowers, chases butterflies and pets birds, makes love with maidens, and plays with children. Here he… — Confucius Copy Share Image
Adam strokes my head, my face, he kisses my tears. We are blessed. Let them all go. The sound of a bird… — Jenny Downham Copy Share Image
Over this country, when the giant Eagle flings the shadow of his wing, the land is darkened. So compact is it that… — Hugh Walpole Copy Share Image
There is not a flower or bird in sight, only a small screen on which lines are moving, while the child sits… — John Davy Copy Share Image
“Women who have learned how to always be in touch with their sensuality can't help but attract at the highest vibrational level… — Lebo Grand Copy Share Image
Stand in despair anywhere old-growth forest has been clear-felled. All life has been replaced by blackened, poisoned desolation. Animals and birds have… — Peter Cundall Copy Share Image
The Violins waltzed. The Cellos and Basses provided accompaniment. The Violas mourned their fate, while the Concertmaster showed off. The Flutes did… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Poison or elixir, narcotic or aphrodisiac, whatever it was, this flower, relic of a day in the life of an accidental writer,… — Cesar Aira Copy Share Image
When I did 'Bird,' it was a surprise to some people, first because I wasn't in it and second because most of… — Clint Eastwood Copy Share Image
If you visit American city, You will find it very pretty. Just two things of which you must beware: Don't drink the… — Tom Lehrer Copy Share Image
Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report written on… — Anne Lamott Copy Share Image
Tolstoi explains somewhere in his writings why, in his opinion, "Science for Science's sake" is an absurd conception. We cannot know all… — Henri Poincare Copy Share Image
Every generation has their own great players. Who's to say that anyone's better than Cheryl Miller or Nancy Lieberman? Whose anyone to… — Diana Taurasi Copy Share Image
The old people came literally to love the soil and they sat or reclined on the ground with a feeling of being… — Luther Standing Bear Copy Share Image
Don't evaluate your life in terms of achievements, trivial or monumental, along the way... Instead, wake up and appreciate everything you encounter… — Wayne Dyer Copy Share Image
Classical virtuosity is more than technique, line, proportion, and balance. It is as if the performer and spectator come together to hold… — Gelsey Kirkland Copy Share Image
A pair of jaybirds came up from nowhere, whirled up on the blast like gaudy scraps of cloth or paper and lodged… — William Faulkner Copy Share Image
“The bird cawed. The loud cry echoed off the mountains. The raven swooped down before them again, narrowly missing Richard’s head. Gaining… — Terry Goodkind Copy Share Image
The phoebe-bird is a wise architect and perhaps enjoys as great an immunity from danger, both in its person and its nest,… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
Further in Summer than the Birds Pathetic from the Grass A minor Nation celebrates Its unobtrusive Mass. No Ordinance be seen So… — Emily Dickinson Copy Share Image
Where to begin? Do we measure the relaxing of the feet? The moment when the eye glimpses the hawk, when instinct functions?… — Peter Matthiessen Copy Share Image
And only the enlightened can recall their former lives; for the rest of us, the memories of past existences are but glints… — Peter Matthiessen Copy Share Image
Everything move...you wonder how it all knows where to go. Einstein wondered how birds knew where to migrate to. He thought they… — Geoff Ryman Copy Share Image
Mozart's mental grip never loosens; he never abandons himself to any one sense; even at his most ecstatic moments his mind is… — Walter J. Turner Copy Share Image
If you direct your attention to the position of a bird with regard to the wave surface, it will speedily be noticed… — Lawrence Hargrave Copy Share Image
Standing on the bridge, looking across at that empty city, everything in the compass of my gaze had been set there by… — Marcel Theroux Copy Share Image
And in thy own sermon, thou That the sparrow falls dost allow, It shall not cause me any alarm; For neither so… — George MacDonald Copy Share Image
He couldn't tell that this was one of those occasions a man never forgets: a small cicatrice had been made on the… — Graham Greene Copy Share Image
“There were no ravens to be seen. Abruptly a fox burst out of the trees, running hard. Ravens poured from the branches… — Robert Jordan Copy Share Image
Men say their pinnacles point to heaven. Why, so does every tree that buds, and every bird that rises as it sings.… — John Ruskin Copy Share Image
The chorus-ending from Aristophanes, raised every night from every ditch that drains into the Mediterranean, hoarse and primeval as the raven's croak,… — G. M. Trevelyan Copy Share Image
And I never thought this life was possible,You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for. In polaroids you were dressed in… — Conor Oberst Copy Share Image
“I heard the voice of that bird, son of Polypas, whose piercing outcry and whose arrival announces to men the season when… — Theognis Copy Share Image
“Uncle Yuichi: Something's moving up there? Hmm... I don't see anything. It was probably a satelite. Punpun (with gums flapping): Could I… — Inio Asano Copy Share Image
Natural history is a matter of observation; it is a harvest which you gather when and where you find it growing. Birds… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
As we're leaving the King's Arms Hotel after Sunday lunch, I watch a beautiful white dove walking down the wet road. A… — Antony Sher Copy Share Image
