Bird Quote by Brian Andreas

“Her earliest memory was of wings. Luminous red and blue, yellow and green and orange; a black so rich it appeared liquid, edible. They…

— Elizabeth Hand

Back and forth she went each morning by the river, spring arriving once again; foolish, foolish spring, breaking open its tiny buds, and what…

— Elizabeth Strout

It was a meditation on life, love, old age, death: ideas that had often fluttered around her head like nocturnal birds but dissolved into…

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived through all…

— Harriette Simpson Arnow

The birds that were singing in the dew-drenched garden seemed to be telling the flowers about her.

— Oscar Wilde

Night was falling. Birds were singing. Birds were, it occurred to me to say, enacting a frantic celebration of day's end. They were manifesting…

— George Saunders

“She rose and washed and dressed herself and braided her hair freshly, and having made her room neat for the day she went into…

— Pearl S. Buck

“She'd loved birds long before her physical limitations kept her grounded. She'd found a birding diary of her grandmother's in a trunk in the…

— Tracy Guzeman

“She wandered out for a walk. It was the kind of day that pretends spring has come, even though it hasn't. The air smelled…

— Eloisa James

I slumbered spring's morning and missed the dawn from everywhere, I heard the cry of birds. That night the sound of wind and rain…

— Meng Haoran

They passed out of the shade beneath the eaves and flew into sunglare and silence and it was an action she only partly saw,…

— Don DeLillo

The morning air was like a new dress. That made her feel the apron tied around her waist. She untied it and flung it…

— Zora Neale Hurston