From medieval tapestries, we know that slingers were capable of hitting birds in flight. They were incredibly accurate. — Malcolm Gladwell Copy Share Image
The birds are the eyes of heaven, and the flies are the spies of hell. — Suzy Kassem Copy Share Image
“In this world of ours, the sparrow must live like a hawk if he is to fly at all.” — Hayao Miyazaki Copy Share Image
Birds sat on the telegraph wires that spanned the river as the black notes sit on a staff of music. — Rebecca West Copy Share Image
Blessed tree and blessed birds, that were to be neither saved nor damned. — Anthony Burgess Copy Share Image
My roots are African. The birds I remember, the fruits I ate, the trees I climbed, they're African. — Teresa Heinz Copy Share Image
If a bullfrog had wings it wouldn't bump his behind every time he hopped. — Don King Copy Share Image
“Where your going is the only place in the world where the geese chase you!” — Ian Malcolm Copy Share Image
Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring The Winter Garment of Repentance fling: The Bird of Time has but… — Omar Khayyam Copy Share Image
In Holland and Belgium, and afterwards in England, my happiest moments were in the country. I've always had a passion for the… — Audrey Hepburn Copy Share Image
“In a pine tree, A few yards away from my window sill, A brilliant blue jay is springing up and down, up… — James Wright Copy Share Image
I'd sooner exchange ideas with the birds on earth than learn to carry on intergalactic communications with some obscure race of humanoids… — Edward Abbey Copy Share Image
“A lost bird appeared in the court and was half an hour jumping around between the spikenard. It sang a progressive note,… — Gabriel García Márquez Copy Share Image
A pasty costly-made, Where quail and pigeon, lark and leveret lay, Like fossils of the rock, with golden yolks Imbedded and injellied. — Alfred Lord Tennyson Copy Share Image
A mockingbird... was heard to blend the songs of 32 different kinds of birds into a 10 minute performance, a virtuoso display… — Tom Robbins Copy Share Image
Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings… — Rachel Carson Copy Share Image
Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns:… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
“In that long ago somewhere very near this place he'd watched a falcon fall down the long blue wall of the mountain… — Cormac McCarthy Copy Share Image
If the flower were not attached to its stem, it would flee at the approach of man, like the insect or the… — Andre Gide Copy Share Image
I don't like crows. In the poem "C," crows are predatory, killing other birds and so forth. But in my morning walks,… — Shirley Geok-lin Lim Copy Share Image
The sound of the sea, the curve of a horizon, wind in leaves, the cry of a bird leave manifold impression in… — Claude Debussy Copy Share Image
Staring at her face, she began to fancy her outer layer had begun to melt away while she wasn't paying attention, and… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“Few things are more beautiful than a giant, deep golden brown featherless bird in the middle of a dinner table (unless that… — Chrissy Teigen Copy Share Image
The birds are already evolving, changing the way that they sing as a result of noise pollution. And we have yet to… — Gordon Hempton Copy Share Image
The early bird gets the worm. The early worm... gets eaten. — Norman Ralph Augustine Copy Share Image
