“It is by our power to suffer, above all, that we are of more value than the sparrows.” — Edith Hamilton Copy Share Image
When sparrows build and the leaves break forth My old sorrow wakes and cries. — Jean Ingelow Copy Share Image
...the winter is kind and leaves red berries on the boughs for hungry sparrows... — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I bet the sparrow looks at the parrot and thinks, yes, you can talk, but LISTEN TO YOURSELF! — Jack Handey Copy Share Image
It was a pretty complete list. The kind of list one makes when one cannot fall asleep because one's thoughts keep swirling… — James Patterson Copy Share Image
I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand. — Bob Dylan Copy Share Image
It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows. — Laurie Halse Anderson Copy Share Image
And she moves among the sparrows. And she floats upon the breeze. She moves among the flowers. She moves something deep inside… — Nick Cave Copy Share Image
The kingdom of birds is divided into two departments - birds and House Sparrows. House Sparrows are not real birds - they… — Henry Van Dyke Copy Share Image
Chestnut brown canary, ruby throated sparrow, sing a song, don't be long, thrill me to the marrow. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
stop spying on the lawful citizenry. Democracy and dossiers go ill together. It is all right for God but all wrong for… — Martha Gellhorn Copy Share Image
There was no one color that could paint Lena Duchannes. She was a red sweater and a blue sky, a gray wind… — Kami Garcia Copy Share Image
These infinitesimal distinctions between man and man are too paltry for an Omnipotent Being. How these madmen give themselves away! The real… — Bram Stoker Copy Share Image
“...smoke, spattered with grey-black debris, coming faster and thicker, eager to escape the brick maw and billow across the unbroken sky. 'Go… — Meera Syal Copy Share Image
In this flowing stream, then, on which there is no abiding, what is there of the things which hurry by on which… — Marcus Aurelius Copy Share Image
“She was seen one day sitting on a roof and talking to some sparrows who were just out of her reach. She… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken… — Robert Graves Copy Share Image
The bluebird enjoys the preeminence of being the first bit of color that cheers our northern landscape. The other birds that arrive… — John Burroughs Copy Share Image
The cat joined the Re-education Committee and was very active in it for some days. She was seen one dag sitting on… — George Orwell Copy Share Image
One sparrow is worth a thousand gulls, When it sings. The gull sits on chimney-tops. He mocks the guinea, challenges The crow,… — Wallace Stevens Copy Share Image
That I had never heard of such a bird did not surprise me… But others more experienced also did not know of… — Christopher Cokinos Copy Share Image
... we should not worry about clothes or food? Such anxiety is a mark of? unbelievers, who reject the providence of the… — Evagrius Ponticus 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
He looked resigned, as though he knew that wretched door--to where? Home? Heaven? Peace?--would never open, and at the same time he… — Connie Willis Copy Share Image
What is the best that lies within us? Of how much are we capable? None of us yet knows. An old Arabic… — Jeffrey R. Holland Copy Share Image
As I stood alone and forsaken, and the power of the sea and the battle of the elements reminded me of my… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
I am a wicked man... But do you know, gentlemen, what was the main point about my wickedness? The whole thing, precisely… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
Those who grieve frequently find themselves alone. Missed is the laughter of children, the commotion of teenagers, and the tender, loving concern… — Thomas S. Monson Copy Share Image
