The bird, the pin, the song, the berries, the watch, the cracker, the dress that burst into flames. I am the mockingjay.… — Suzanne Collins Copy Share Image
August is the month of the high-sailing hawks. The hen hawk is the most noticeable. He likes the haze and calm of… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
It was terribly beautiful to Tess today, for since her eyes last fell upon it she had learnt that the serpent hisses… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
One of the most humbling gigs I've ever had was I was paid by a neighbor to go get a dead bird… — Walker Hayes Copy Share Image
As the fishes that are taken in an evil net, and as the birds that are caught in the snare; so are… — Doris Lessing Copy Share Image
We heard no other sounds. We met no other people. We saw only two bright red birds leap startled from the center… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
April 19 And now it is spring. Birds are singing. Wistful notes and jubilant. And bare streets and no need for coats,… — Elizabeth Smart Copy Share Image
When you get to be my age, you begin to count how many Mays you have left - the best time of… — Robert Bateman Copy Share Image
There once was a small bird.. one day it flew away from its nest, it flew so far away it had no… — LostInTears Copy Share Image
“Little Birds of the Night" LITTLE birds of the night Aye, they have much to tell Perching there in rows Blinking at… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
Little things like making clothes, baking bread, cooking, even useless things like bird-watching, sketching flowers, playing guitar in the home - that… — Tom Hodgkinson Copy Share Image
How much better is silence; the coffee cup, the table. How much better to sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird that… — Virginia Woolf Copy Share Image
In 1867, George Campbell, Duke of Argyll, had published The Reign of Law, a book that Darwin found deeply annoying. A supporter… — Jonathan Clements 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 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
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
If rightly made, a boat would be a sort of amphibious animal, a creature of two elements, related by one half its… — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
Frost in January minus 20 for a week. Dead birds frozen on the branch—they fall with the first thaw like ripe fruit—death-ripened.… — Lawrence Durrell Copy Share Image
Now for a good twelve-hour sleep, I told myself. Twelve solid hours. Let birds sing, let people go to work. Somewhere out… — Haruki Murakami Copy Share Image
We've learned to fly the air like birds, we've learned to swim the seas like fish, and yet we haven't learned to… — Martin Luther King, Jr Copy Share Image
.. to a poet, the human community is like the community of birds to a bird, singing to each other. Love is… — Sharon Olds Copy Share Image
Speed is what distinguishes intelligence. No bird discovers how to fly: evolution used a trillion bird-years to 'discover' that–where merely hundreds of… — Marvin Minsky Copy Share Image
Pan, who and what art thou?" he cried huskily. "I'm youth, I'm joy," Peter answered at a venture, "I'm a little bird… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
And that, my friend, is how the world ends. On the edge of a precipice, with one foot over the edge, it… — Jack Finney Copy Share Image
He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged… — Catherine Fisher Copy Share Image
“Squawking pierced the funeral's hushed atmosphere as hundreds of black birds flew overhead in a rush of beating wings. They settled on… — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
One thing that influenced me in the States when I was doing this recording was American people feeding me things like Arnold… — Roy Montgomery Copy Share Image
Bird leaves the land to enjoy the freedom; man leaves his thoughts to enjoy the silence. Meditation is man's flying to the… — Mehmet Murat Ildan Copy Share Image
Lots of people ask me, 'What do you do?' Apparently, being a columnist, TV bird, all-round good egg, mother of three, and… — Katie Hopkins Copy Share Image
“In mirth he mocks the other birds at noon, Catching the lilt of every easy tune; But when the day departs he… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
It is somethingit can be everything-to have found a fellow bird with whom you can sit among the rafters while the drinking… — Wallace Stegner Copy Share Image
Sweet bird that shunn'st the nose of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear… — John Milton Copy Share Image
In Kenya you've got the great birds and monkeys leaping through the trees overhead. It's a chance to remember what the world… — Joanna Lumley Copy Share Image
The bottom half of the page had descended into a doodle of a tiny man giving the middle finger to a giant,… — Seth Grahame-Smith Copy Share Image
When we meditate we expand, spreading our wings like a bird, trying to enter consciously into Infinity, Eternity and Immortality, welcoming them… — Sri Chinmoy Copy Share Image
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
But Nature too, shakes off her sleep today; By May's mild sun we see reviv'd her frame, Around my window Venus' birds… — Alphonse de Lamartine Copy Share Image
Time, as is well known, sometimes flies like a bird and sometimes crawls like a worm, but human beings are generally particularly… — Ivan Turgenev Copy Share Image
“We’ve had tufted titmice land on our hammock and pull our hair as we snooze on spring days, so eager are they… — Julie Zickefoose Copy Share Image
That's life (that's life), I tell you I can't deny it I thought of quitting, baby, but my heart just ain't gonna… — Frank Sinatra Copy Share Image