My heart, the bird of the wilderness, has found its sky in your eyes. They are the cradle of the morning, they… — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
Out of my deeper heart a bird rose and flew skywards. Higher and higher did it rise, yet larger and larger did… — Khalil Gibran Copy Share Image
If we are in tune with Nature, all her music can find a way into the heart. When bird music is rare,… — Frank Bolles Copy Share Image
Death is a great price to pay for a red rose“, cried the Nightingale, "and Life is very dear to all. “… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
A strange passion is moving in my head My heart has become a bird which searches in the sky. Every part of… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Her heart became a bird, trapped inside the glass box of her chest, flapping violently into wall after invisible wall, crumpling into… — K.I. Hope Copy Share Image
“So I care for this restless fluttering in my heart as if it were a bird with a broken wing, in the… — Hazel Gaynor Copy Share Image
