In Washington they have their hawks and doves and in Ottawa we have our parrots. — Tommy Douglas Copy Share Image
Only in silence the word, only in dark the light, only in dying life: bright the hawk's flight on the empty sky. — Ursula K. Le Guin Copy Share Image
Cirrus sky hawk drift, blue haze in the autumn air, and my mouth is dry. — Gregg Boddy Copy Share Image
No wolf falters before the bite. So strike. No hawk wavers before they dive. Just strike. — Shannon Hale Copy Share Image
I bleed and breathe Hawks. Even when I played for other teams I felt funny, because I was a Hawk. — Dominique Wilkins Copy Share Image
Oh, Jacques, we're used to each other, we're a pair of captive hawks caught in the same cage, and so we've grown… — Tennessee Williams Copy Share Image
In that you're wrong. I choose, I adhere, I pursue, I commit, I attain. That - that, my errant friend - is… — Karen Marie Moning Copy Share Image
When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the… — William Shakespeare 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
It's probably like a fade-hawk. It's kind of a mohawk, it's skin-tight on the sides. But I couldn't go straight Mr. T… — Nate Burleson Copy Share Image
Unwind my riddle.Cruel as hawks the hours fly;Wounded men seldom come home to die;The hard waves see an arm flung high;Scorn hits… — Stephen Crane Copy Share Image
A wound that’d make an ordinary man unconscious, I won’t lose to it. A wound that would kill an ordinary person, I… — Zoro Copy Share Image
The wild hawk to the wind-swept sky The deer to the wholesome wold; And the heart of a man to the heart… — Rudyard Kipling Copy Share Image
Well, sometimes love seems easy. Like..it's easy to love rain...and hawks. And it's easy to love wild plums...and the moon. But with… — Billie Letts Copy Share Image
“The Hawks want to talk to you, Boss." "The Hawks?" I queried, confusion wrinkling my brow. Kir smiled and pulled me to… — Samantha Young Copy Share Image
We commend a horse for his strength, and sureness of foot, and not for his rich caparisons; a greyhound for his share… — Michel de Montaigne Copy Share Image
When a caterpillar eats a leaf, then a thrush eats the caterpillar, or when a hawk eats the thrush only 5 to… — Richard Heinberg Copy Share Image
If we refuse our homage to statues and frigid images, the very counterpart of their dead originals, with which hawks, and mice,… — Tertullian Copy Share Image
Get a life in which you notice the smell of salt water pushing itself on a breeze over the dunes, a life… — Anna Quindlen Copy Share Image
The cats at the edge of the clearing were staring up at the sky, their eyes huge with fear. As he looked… — Erin Hunter Copy Share Image
It feels good, you know. It feels like you're out there, you know, doin' your own thing, know what I'm sayin'? It's… — Lupe Fiasco Copy Share Image
“It is an effort to descend down the hand-holds of memory to the plain beneath, to recall the lost future, the dusk… — J.A. Baker Copy Share Image
Bird taxonomy is a difficult field because of the severe anatomical constraints imposed by flight. There are only so many ways to… — Jared Diamond Copy Share Image
I, for one, despite being a pretty solid climate hawk, I am extremely sympathetic to West Virginia and its coal-country needs. I… — Sheldon Whitehouse Copy Share Image
Each place its own mind, its own psyche! Oak, Madrone, Douglas fir, red-tailed hawk, serpentine in the sandstone, a certain scale to… — David Abram Copy Share Image
Hillary Clinton really transformed herself into a national security expert. She decided to join the Senate Armed Services Committee, and she became… — Michael Tomasky Copy Share Image
Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,’ Holly advised him. ‘That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A… — Truman Capote Copy Share Image
By his machines man can dive and remain under water like a shark; can fly like a hawk in the air; can… — Ralph Waldo Emerson Copy Share Image
In the world outside this glass room, songbirds are feeding and resting in the trees. Some will take off tonight and not… — Sandra Steingraber Copy Share Image