Quote by Joan London Download Open image ““the large black birds swirling and dispersing over”” — Joan London ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 2.6 out of 5 (8 ratings) Copy quoteShare
“A large bird, a buzzard perhaps, was circling on high on a current of air, a tiny, soaring point of black, looking for food,… — Alexander McCall Smith Copy Share Image
“The sky darkened, the liquid singing of the blackbirds diminished and ceased, mud hens swam back to shore, climbed up the banks and huddled… — Leonard Gardner Copy Share Image
“Once upon a time there was a little blackbird, pushed out of the nest, unwanted.” — Amy Harmon Copy Share Image
“...the great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
“For a breathtaking moment; I spoke the language of the fleeing leaves When the sky is shrouded in darkness Of incoming Ravens in black… — Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann Copy Share Image
“It was the time of year when migrating crows wheeled across the sky, thunderous flocks that moved like a single veil, and I heard… — Sue Monk Kidd Copy Share Image
“...a new day was starting, the things of the garden were not concerned with our troubles. A blackbird ran across the rose-garden to the… — Daphne du Maurier Copy Share Image
“As I watch, the sky fills with clouds of snow feathers from every kind of bird there ever was and even some that only… — Kate Atkinson Copy Share Image
“For as I sit there, in pain, I suddenly notice I have changed. I am not self-loathing anymore. These billion cheap blackbirds inside me… — Caitlin Moran Copy Share Image
“Blackbird singing in the dead of night Take these broken wings and learn to fly All your life You were only waiting for this… — The Beatles Copy Share Image
“And in this matter, Gold, he’d said, rolling his eyes towards Frank, we have had an early advantage.” — Joan London Copy Share Image
“She limped, unaided around the house, like a bird with its wing broken. Tame, because it couldn’t fly away. All her time was taken… — Joan London Copy Share Image
“city, but still it lingered, like a tune or an aroma, set in motion whenever” — Joan London Copy Share Image
“He flicked through the yellowed rough-cut pages and breathed its musty smell. It filled him with a strange excitement, as if he'd caught a… — Joan London Copy Share Image
