The Owl goes who, who, the Dove goes coo, coo, humans go you! You! — Stanley Victor Paskavich Copy Share Image
After the sharp-eyed jay and the roaring lion, peace will come on dove's gentle wing. — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
“I used to call her, in my stupidity — for want of anything better — a dove” — Henry James Copy Share Image
I think in places like Pennsylvania, there's folks who want our next president to talk like a hawk, but fly like a… — Chris Matthews Copy Share Image
The power of love is a curious thing, make one man weep, make another man sing. Change a hawk to a little… — Huey Lewis Copy Share Image
I was fortunate in the last century to be in the two biggest hits film-wise, 'Godfather I' and 'Godfather II,' and 'Lonesome… — Robert Duvall Copy Share Image
“It’s a dove, an attractive girl, a winning card in poker, take your pick. You’re my Pigeon.” — Jamie McGuire Copy Share Image
Enemies shall be forgotten. Because all the hatin' will be stoppin' Look for the deep love(: And envy it like the voice… — Lyndsay Baker Copy Share Image
This mangled, smutted semi-world hacked out Of dirt . . . It is not possible for the moon To blot this with its dove-winged blendings. — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
Say, will the falcon, stooping from above, Smit with her varying plumage, spare the dove? Admires the jay the insect's gilded wings?… — Alexander Pope Copy Share Image
Day is a snow-white Dove of heaven That from the East glad message brings. Night is a stealthy, evil Raven, Wrapped to… — Thomas Bailey Aldrich Copy Share Image
I studied acting for five years. I quit college at that point. You know, I go hard. When I know I'm supposed… — Sonja Sohn Copy Share Image
I had heard that Robert Duvall was interested in doing 'Lonesome Dove,' and he's one of those actors with whom I'd work… — D. B. Sweeney Copy Share Image
When angels visit us, we do not hear the rustle of wings, nor feel the feathery touch of the breast of a… — Mary Baker Eddy Copy Share Image
When a man is made up wholly of the dove, without the least grain of the serpent in his composition, he becomes… — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
Life with you was lovely—and when I say lovely, I mean doves and lilies, and velvet, and that soft pink ‘v’ in… — Vladimir Nabokov Copy Share Image
I saw doves and I thought they were rocks, but they were asleep. My breath made them stir, and they rocks took… — Douglas Coupland Copy Share Image
In the beginning, said a Persian poet Allah took a rose, a lily, a dove, a serpent, a little honey, a Dead… — William Sharp Copy Share Image
Fog rolled in like a form of sorrow. To live exiled from a place you have known intimately is to experience sensory… — Gretel Ehrlich Copy Share Image
“Could she possibly have someone who really could love And add to her fins the wings of a dove So not only… — Ken Maxon Copy Share Image
The drama's altar isn't on the stage: it is candle-sticked and flowered in the box office. There is the gold, though there… — Sean O'Casey Copy Share Image
“He likes you,” Miss Dove said, sounding surprised. “Yes,” Harry answered with an unhappy sigh. He had long ago accepted the fact… — Laura Lee Guhrke Copy Share Image
As we're leaving the King's Arms Hotel after Sunday lunch, I watch a beautiful white dove walking down the wet road. A… — Antony Sher Copy Share Image
Cupid and my Campaspe play'd At cards for kisses - Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves,… — John Lyly Copy Share Image
“How I wish I was like the water, Flowing so freely with every drop Let my every emotion wonder, No need to… — Virgil Kalyana Mittata Iordache Copy Share Image
little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for… — Charles Bukowski Copy Share Image
The window gave onto a view of dove-gray roofs and balconies, each one containing the same cracked flowerpot and sleeping feline. It… — Jeffrey Eugenides Copy Share Image
I always liked clothes when I was younger, but I never really dove into it. — Henry Lau Copy Share Image
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove. — Heinrich Heine Copy Share Image
