Bird Quote by Cormac McCarthy

What he could bear in the waking world he could not by night and he sat awake for fear the dream would return.

— Cormac McCarthy

But especially he loved to run in the dim twilight of the summer midnights, listening to the subdued and sleepy murmurs of the forest,…

— Jack London

“Night would settle in like slow blindness, sucking the color from the trees and the low sky and the rocks and the frozen grass…

— Anita Shreve

“When he woke in the woods in the dark and the cold of the night he'd reach out to touch the child sleeping beside…

— Cormac McCarthy

“All this blackness was within him, but that was where it really mattered. It was night without moon or stars, it was a doorless…

— Susan Dexter

He would wake for no reason in the middle of the night, and the memory of the self-absorbed love was revealed to him for…

— Gabriel Garcia Marquez

He is like the sun in the morning; when he came, he lighted my whole world.

— Asnaima Saad

Maybe in the morning, sunlight would to turn him back into a statue; then I could take Stone out to the forest where he…

— Devon Monk

That little bird has chosen his shelter. Above it are the stars and the deep heaven of worlds. Yet he is rocking himself to…

— Martin Luther

and each of his voices left his body in a different colored soul and floated up towards the sun still singing.

— Margaret Atwood

It is just dawn, daylight: that gray and lonely suspension filled with the peaceful and tentative waking of birds. The air, inbreathed, is like…

— William Faulkner

He remembered waking up once, listening to the wind, thinking of all the dark and rushing cold outside and all the warmth of this…

— Stephen King