Bird Quote by Herbert Gold Download Open image “He carried his childhood like a hurt warm bird held to his middle-aged breast.” — Herbert Gold ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.5 out of 5 (3 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bird Breasts Childhood Children Hurt Middle Middle aged Warm
“Concealed from the public eye, snug within his coffin, Mr Bird looked as he had looked in life. Despite his size and the flowing… — William Trevor Copy Share Image
“Her collarbones like wings that spread from the base of her throat to the ends of her shoulders. A bird held down by skin.” — Arundhati Roy Copy Share Image
“The flock of birds always living in her chest these days had been startled. They flund themselves against the confines of her ribs, beating… — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
He is not affected by the reality of distress touching his heart, but by the showy resemblance of it striking his imagination. He pities… — Thomas Paine Copy Share Image
“Instead his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck. ‘I told you to make it obedient,’… — Cassandra Clare Copy Share Image
“The poor child felt like a little bird that is placed in a glittering cage.” — Johanna Spyri Copy Share Image
“Sometimes in storm weather the shore had fluttered with disabled swallows. They crouched lower for his approach, without strength to escape. In his hands… — Barry Unsworth Copy Share Image
“instead of him, with his big beak of a nose and narrow, slitted eyes. His mother had told him that he had the face of an angry eagle so often that he got for his first tattoo an águila across his back, screaming in silent rage. She had died of heart disease during his second stay at The Hill: Elmira… — David Dubrow Copy Share
How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop… — William Blake Copy Share Image
“When I was a kid,” he said, “my mother had lovebirds. She used to clip their wings so when she let them out of their cage, they wouldn’t fly away. The lovebirds always tried, but they never got far with their short, fucked-up wings.” I inched the bedroom door open and stepped into the pool of warm light spilling from… — L.J. Shen Copy Share
To construct a proper privacy, making it a privilege rather than a burden, we first need to construct a community-love, family, politics, art. — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
Sometimes he advertises himself assiduously, writing a few words and then rushing to the talk show to wave his flag. — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
Literature boils with the madcap careers of writers brought to the edge by the demands of living on their nerves, wringing out their memories… — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
With short stories, the story-teller must have a story to tell, not merely some sweet prose to take out for a walk — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
Old age is wasted on the elderly: the young know what to do with it-insist on something different. — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
The fact that all of us die anyway (the rumor turns out to be true) is a mere detail in the celestial glow of… — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
The magic will which makes us see the other side of our natures-dream and disaster, catastrophe and fulfillment-is the great permanent challenge of humanity. — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
Diverting the internal traffic between the Writer as Angel of Light and the Writer as Hustler is that scribbling child in a grown-up body… — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
I always ask young writers, 'Are you certain you want to be a writer? If you're absolutely sure, then do it.' If you really… — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
Isolation from power makes men look for a mob in which they can be strong. — Herbert Gold Copy Share Image
And I have been very blessed, having coached some of the greatest that have ever played the game. But if I had to start… — Red Auerbach Copy Share Image
Some minds corrode and grow inactive under the loss of personal liberty; others grow morbid and irritable; but it is the nature of the… — Washington Irving Copy Share Image
Set the bird's wings with gold and it will never again soar in thesky. — Rabindranath Tagore Copy Share Image
“He unfixes the metal notch and slips his hand around the body of the bird. Feels its heat, its small heart beating. He stares… — Nina Schuyler Copy Share Image
I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars how not to dance. — e. e. cummings Copy Share Image
Can you imagine any better example of divine creative accomplishment that the consummate flying machine that is a bird? The skeleton, very flexible and… — Guy Murchie Copy Share Image
Surely, God could have caused birds to fly with their bones made of solid gold, with their veins full of quicksilver, with their flesh… — Galileo Galilei Copy Share Image
And wheresoever, in his rich creation, Sweet music breathes--in wave, or bird, or soul-- 'Tis but the faint and far reverberation Of that great… — Frances Sargent Osgood Copy Share Image
A clock struck out the hour of twelve, and the bird in the hedgerow was still singing as we marched out to the roadway,… — Patrick MacGill Copy Share Image
Every wife ought to answer for her man. If the husband be engaged in a seditious club, or drinks mysterious healths, or be frugal… — Joseph Addison Copy Share Image
Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share Image
When they started to drain a swamp where birds and fish had lived, for a new housing development down the road from his apartment,… — Maile Meloy Copy Share Image
