“I may never fly—in the bird sort of way. But I do have wings.” — Jacqueline Simon Gunn Copy Share Image
I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. — Stephen King Copy Share Image
the bird sings as if to say that delight is easy, for those who desire it — Philippa Gregory Copy Share Image
“I found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it ourselves.” — Ross Macdonald Copy Share Image
The foolish think the Eagle weak, and easy to bring to heel. The Eagle's wings are silken, but its claws are made… — Sidney Sheldon Copy Share Image
This is what the things can teach us: to fall, patiently to trust our heaviness. Even a bird has to do that… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Make my heart, O heart of the universe, a divine bird that nests only on the throne of God. — Rumi Copy Share Image
The shots had dispersed the birds; there remained only two marabous, standing between ten and twenty paces away and plunged in reverie.… — Henryk Sienkiewicz Copy Share Image
Now came still evening on; and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad: Silence accompanied; for beast and bird,… — John Milton Copy Share Image
Game-keepers on grouse moors control common predators such as foxes and crows and this gives wading birds a much greater chance of… — Nicholas Soames Copy Share Image
I'm really an alarmist when it comes to epidemics. Swine flu now; when SARS was big, I was all freaked out about… — Chuck Klosterman Copy Share Image
To rise above treeline is to go above thought, and after, the descent back into bird song, bog orchids, willows, and firs… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
There was some rhythm, some ecstasy in this dance of flight that expressed the fact that happiness which touches depths and rises… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“Hens embarrass me; owls disturb me; if I am with an eagle I always pretend that I am not with an eagle;… — James Thurber Copy Share Image
Showers and sunshine bring, Slowly, the deepening verdure o'er the earth; To put their foliage out, the woods are slack, And one… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
What is it with you today?” says Christina on the way to breakfast. Her eyes are still swollen from sleep and her… — Veronica Roth Copy Share Image
I think of myself as a fairly decent human being and it gives me great pain to be considered for all the… — George C. Scott Copy Share Image
“Sometimes in storm weather the shore had fluttered with disabled swallows. They crouched lower for his approach, without strength to escape. In… — Barry Unsworth Copy Share Image
At times God puts us through the discipline of darkness to teach us to heed Him. Song birds are taught to sing… — Oswald Chambers Copy Share Image
The writing I have in mind and sometimes indulge in myself is concerned, not with plants, mountains or birds as items of… — David E. Cooper Copy Share Image
Every Olympics, when I was growing up and playing basketball, my parents and I made it a point to sit down and… — Christian Laettner Copy Share Image
Do you want to see what human eyes have never seen? Look at the moon. Do you want to hear what ears… — Jorge Luis Borges Copy Share Image
It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red.… — Lauren Oliver Copy Share Image
“He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast.” — Samuel Taylor Coleridge Copy Share Image
