“A relationship is like a bird: If you set it free, it will thrive. If you put it in a cage, it… — Mouloud Benzadi Copy Share Image
I have brightness in my soul, which strains toward Heaven. I am like a bird! — Jenny Lind Copy Share Image
Sometimes happiness is like a bird. The sweeter it sings, the faster it flies away. — Patrick Ngetich Copy Share Image
In every persons life their should be a aim?a person without aim Is like a bird without wings… — Hilton Copy Share Image
Morning has broken Like the first morning. Blackbird has spoken Like the first bird. — Eleanor Farjeon Copy Share Image
Writing is like a bird-watcher watching for birds: the stories are there: you just have to train yourself to look for them. — Barbara Mertz Copy Share Image
“And I hope each morning you wake like a bird in a nest and fly without a thought.” — Bill Callahan Copy Share Image
“When nations resort to arms, the human spirit is like a bird that cannot stand to hear its own song.” — Phoenix Desmond Copy Share Image
A popular saying in Alderson went as follows: 'They work us like a horse, feed us like a bird, treat us like… — Elizabeth Gurley Flynn Copy Share Image
What are you?" I whispered. He shrugged again. "Something," he said. "Something like you, something like a beast, something like a bird,… — David Almond Copy Share Image
“Now my heart is desperate in my chest, like a bird crashing into a window over and over again, confused that it… — Liz Reinhardt Copy Share Image
Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet… — Victor Hugo 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
“Hoverboarding looks so fun, like being a bird. But actually doing it is hard work." Shay shrugged. "Being a bird's probably hard… — Scott Westerfeld Copy Share Image
Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet… — Victor Hugo Copy Share Image
The human soul is like a bird that is born in a cage. Nothing can deprive it of its natural longings, or… — Epes Sargent Copy Share Image
To travel like a bird, lightly to view | Deserts where stone gods founder in the sand, | Ocean embraced in a… — Cecil Day-Lewis Copy Share Image
When I was young I was on punishment a lot and I used to watch a lot of TV, and I asked… — Shaquille O'Neal Copy Share Image
I never really sounded like Bird, but that was my mission. I didn't care if people said that I copied him; I… — Jackie McLean Copy Share Image
Like a bird in cage, a prison so opaque. In such a long ride , her speed still slake, she is a… — Senoraroy Copy Share Image
Prayer is like lying awake at night, afraid, with your head under the cover, hearing only the beating of your own heart.… — Wendell Berry Copy Share Image
The heart, in its journey to Allah, Majestic is He, is like that of a bird; Love is its head, and fear… — Ibn Qayyim Al-Jawziyya Copy Share Image
When it looked as though my life was wrong, You took my love and gave it somewhere to belong. I'll be here… — Air Supply Copy Share Image
“There is a house above the world, where the over-people gather. There is a man with wings like a bird.. there is… — Alan Moore Copy Share Image
“Flight is many things. Something clean and swift, like a bird skimming across the sky. Or something filthy and crawling; a series… — Jim Thompson Copy Share Image
“There was a man of double deed, Who sowed his garden full of seed; When the seed began to grow, 'Twas like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“Following Someone is always falling in love with you: men and women, infants and children, octogenarians and adolescents. A tenant of heaven-haven… — Virginia Adair Copy Share Image
“A man of words and not of deeds Is like a garden full of weeds And when the weeds begin to grow… — Percy B. Green Copy Share Image
“Who am I? They often tell me I would step from my cell's confinement calmly, cheerfully, firmly, like a squire from his… — Dietrich Bonhoeffer Copy Share Image
How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
