Birds sing in vain to the ear, flowers bloom in vain to the eye, of mortified vanity and galled ambition. He who… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton Copy Share Image
With hurricanes, tornados, fires out of control, mud slides, flooding, severe thunderstorms tearing up the country from one end to another, and… — Jay Leno Copy Share Image
As you love your own body, so regard everyone as equal to your own body. When the Supreme Experience supervenes, everyone's service… — Anandamayi Ma Copy Share Image
I have this awareness that the more dynamic the situation is, the more on guard I need to be that the dynamic… — Sam Abell Copy Share Image
“Aubade with a Multitude of Birds" Still dark and already the stupid birds are at it outside the window how could anyone… — Nathan McClain Copy Share Image
There were plenty of women around who dressed smartly, and plenty more who dressed to impress, but this girl was different. Totally… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
“There is coming a day, when freedom will just be a essence of the mind, an inner dwelling that was once physically… — Anthony Liccione Copy Share Image
They are not callow like the young of most birds, but more perfectly developed and precocious even than chickens. The remarkably adult… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
In nature everything is valuable, everything has its place. The rose, the daisy, the lark, the squirrel, each is different but beautiful.… — Diane Dreher Copy Share Image
Sir, Your letter of the 15th is received, but Age has long since obliged me to withhold my mind from Speculations of… — Thomas Jefferson Copy Share Image
All of us in society are supposed to believe that cruelty to animals is wrong and that it is a good thing… — Ingrid Newkirk Copy Share Image
Thanksgiving. It proved you had survived another year with its wars, inflation, unemployment, smog, presidents. It was a grand neurotic gathering of… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
I went to the springs while the sun was still up, and sitting on a rocky outcrop above the cave mouth I… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
The kingdom of God is like a mustard seed, beginning as the smallest of seeds but growing until the birds of the… — R. C. Sproul, Jr Copy Share Image
Atheism is so senseless & odious to mankind that it never had many professors. Can it be by accident that all birds… — Isaac Newton Copy Share Image
There were times when I could not afford to sacrifice the bloom of the present moment to any work, whether of head… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
To stand at the edge of the sea, to sense the ebb and flow of the tides, to feel the breath of… — Rachel Carson Copy Share Image
For man, the vast marvel is to be alive. For man, as for flower and beast and bird, the supreme triumph is… — D. H. Lawrence Copy Share Image
“There are mentors who have the job of forming flocks and leading flocks in a flight pattern. That's good. But then there… — C. JoyBell C Copy Share Image
“Birds, unlike us, lack countenance. But they make us smile when they connecting the sky with their dazzling feathers. They amaze us… — Susan Ligori Copy Share Image
With all humility, I think, "Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with thy might." Infinitely more important than the vain… — Oliver Wendell Holmes, Jr Copy Share Image
“I'm lying in my room listening to the birds outside. I used to think they sang because they were happy. But then… — Jo Knowles Copy Share Image
I think of bad news as a huge bird, with the wings of a crow and the face of my Grade Four… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
The life of an Indian is like the wings of the air. That is why you notice the hawk knows how to… — Black Elk Copy Share Image
I hold that in the flight of the soaring birds (the vultures, the eagles, and other birds which fly without flapping) ascension… — Louis Pierre Mouillard Copy Share Image
I wrote the script to 'Lady Bird,' and it really came out of a desire to make a project about home -… — Greta Gerwig Copy Share Image
What do you want with these special Jewish pains? I feel as close to the wretched victims of the rubber plantations in… — Rosa Luxemburg Copy Share Image
“There was a small stand of trees nearby, and from it you could hear the mechanical cry of a bird that sounded… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
Iris all hues, roses, and jessamine Reared high their flourished heads between, and wrought Mosaic; underfoot the violet, Crocus, and hyacinth with… — John Milton Copy Share Image
There are transitional forms between the metals and non-metals; between chemical combinations and simple mixtures, between animals and plants, between phanerogams and… — Otto Weininger Copy Share Image
One can tell a child everything, anything. I have often been struck by the fact that parents know their children so little.… — Fyodor Dostoevsky Copy Share Image
There is a wisdom that is woe; but there is a woe that is madness. And there is a Catskill eagle in… — Herman Melville Copy Share Image
I wish this story were different. I wish it were more civilized. I wish it showed me in a better light, if… — Margaret Atwood Copy Share Image
In that moment Ged understood the singing of the bird, and the language of the water falling in the basin of the… — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
We made it. Despite the fear and predictions of doom. We made it. Even though there were days when we were tired… — Ron Atchison Copy Share Image
Not by lamentations and mournful chants ought we to celebrate the funeral of a good man, but by hymns; for, ion ceasing… — Plutarch Copy Share Image
“Qwilleran, never an early riser by choice, now found himself routed out of bed at dawn when the birds convened for their… — Lilian Jackson Braun Copy Share Image
The butterfly long loved the beautiful rose, And flirted around all day; While round him in turn with her golden caress, Soft… — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
The wonder is that so many OCDs manage to live productive lives, just the same. They work, they eat (often not enough… — Stephen King Copy Share Image
When they turned off, it was still early in the pink and green fields. The fumes of morning, sweet and bitter, sprang… — Eudora Welty Copy Share Image