Each stone, each bend cries welcome to him. He identifies with the mountains and the streams, he sees something of his own… — Paulo Coelho Copy Share Image
Dead voices, lost sounds, forgotten noises, vibrations lockstepping into the abyss and now too distant ever to be recaptured!...What sort of arrows… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
The moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see… — Eric Berne Copy Share Image
Lady Bird Johnson did more than plant flowers in public places. She served the country superbly by planting environmental values in the… — Stewart Udall Copy Share Image
Love birds never separate and they say birds of a feather flock together. Even animals and birds know the language of love.… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
A fine morning's killing, ay! All their necks wrung - all dead birds! Once they could fly - fly and swim! Fly… — Marie Corelli Copy Share Image
Whoever is related to me in the height of his aspirations will experience veritable ecstasies of learning; for I come from heights… — Friedrich Nietzsche Copy Share Image
Writing or making anything-a poem, a bird feeder, a chocolate cake-has self-respect in it. You're working. You're trying. You're not lying down… — Sharon Olds Copy Share Image
“Tony stood his ground for a hot minute. Pete rolled up his window. Antonia Soria’s six dogs snarled and circled, their hackles… — Maggie Stiefvater Copy Share Image
The raven once in snowy plumes was drest, White as the whitest dove's unsullied breast, Fair as the guardian of the Capitol,… — Ovid Copy Share Image
There are still many unsolved problems about bird life, among which are the age that birds attain, the exact time at which… — Paul Bartsch Copy Share Image
January cold and desolate; February dripping wet; March wind ranges; April changes; Birds sing in tune To flowers of May, And sunny… — Christina Rossetti Copy Share Image
Ask of Her, the mighty Mother. Her reply puts this other Question: What is Spring?- Growth in every thing - Flesh and… — Gerard Manley Hopkins Copy Share Image
When you are happy you are ordinary, because to be happy is just to be natural. To be miserable is to become… — Rajneesh Copy Share Image
“The bird that plucks its own feathers cannot blame the wind for its chill. The tree that bends willingly cannot fault the… — Monika Ajay Kaul Copy Share Image
Throughout all of human history we have consumed the natural world. All creatures do. Birds do. Fish do. Earthworms do. We consume… — Sylvia Earle Copy Share Image
I am not an early bird. I go to bed normally between midnight and 1 oclock, so it is understandable that I… — Dieter Rams Copy Share Image
“olivia reminds me of a bird sometimes, how her feathers get all ruffled when she's mad. and when she's fragile like this,… — R.J. Palacio Copy Share Image
The four catagories of existance, non-existance, both existance and non-existance, and neither existance nor non-existance, are spiderwebs among spiderwebs which can never… — Gautama Buddha Copy Share Image
The girl dreams she is dangerously ill. Suddenly birds come out of her skin and cover her completely ... Swarms of gnats… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I wanted to know the name of every stone and flower and insect and bird and beast. I wanted to know where… — George Washington Carver Copy Share Image
Never till this day Did life disturb the dense eternity Of joyless quiet; never skylark's song, Or storm-bird's prescient scream, or eaglet's… — Hartley Coleridge Copy Share Image
The greatest achievement was at first and for a time a dream. The oak sleeps in the acorn, the bird waits in… — James Allen Copy Share Image
“I can never look at a bird without thinking of you," he said. "I wonder what you will do with your wings… — Julianne Donaldson Copy Share Image
In almost everything that touches our everyday life on earth, God is pleased when we're pleased. He wills that we be as… — Aiden Wilson Tozer Copy Share Image
Human beings to me are as much a part of nature as trees or birds, and the unclothed body expresses this belongingness… — Wynn Bullock Copy Share Image
The dove, O hawk, that has once been wounded by thy talons, is frightened by the least movement of a wing. [Lat.,… — Ovid Copy Share Image
Foppery, being the chronic condition of women, is not so much noticed as it is when it breaks out on the person… — Honore de Balzac Copy Share Image
When gloaming treads the heels of day And birds sit cowering on the spray, Along the flowery hedge I stray, To meet… — Robert Tannahill Copy Share Image
“The birders I encountered in books and in the world shared little in common except this simple secret: if you listen to… — Kyo Maclear Copy Share Image
Tiny as a sparrow, fierce as an eagle, Lisbeth Salander is one of the great Scandinavian avengers of our time, an angry… — A. O. Scott Copy Share Image
A bird painted not with beauty but with all the dirt and wounds collected in a long hard life, in battle, in… — Jeff Noon Copy Share Image
As much as I converse with sages and heroes, they have very little of my love and admiration. I long for rural… — John Adams Copy Share Image
It's common in rural Ireland to pick up a nickname that relates to an animal, bird, or a spider. Mine became 'scorpion'… — Walter O'Brien Copy Share Image
Umpire Harold Bird, having a wonderful time, signalling everything in the world, including stopping traffic coming on from behind. — John Arlott Copy Share Image
If you sit down among hundreds of thousands of albatrosses in a field, pretty soon you'll be completely surrounded by them, as… — Chris Jordan Copy Share Image
Wakefulness is not a destination but a song the human heart keeps singing, the way birds keep singing at the first sign… — Mark Nepo Copy Share Image
no matter how many instances of white swans we may have observed, this does not justify the conclusion that all swans are… — Karl Popper Copy Share Image
Before any girl was making me her Man Crush Monday, I was a singer. Back before I had muscles, when I had… — Luke James Copy Share Image
What I saw was just one eye In the dawn as I was going: A bird can carry all the sky In… — Harold Monro Copy Share Image