Bird Quote by Ray Bradbury Download Open image “The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.” — Ray Bradbury ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.7 out of 5 (9 ratings) Copy quoteShare Bird Book Books Feathers Red Red and yellow Wings Yellow
“There were rockets like a flock of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke: their leaves… — J.R.R. Tolkien Copy Share Image
“There will always be those books that carry our happy endings on love’s wings. Then an author comes along who has had the nerve… — Eri Nelson Copy Share Image
“I ventured to place my hand on the large wings that lay folded on his breast, and in doing so a slight shock as… — Edward Bulwer-Lytton Copy Share Image
...wings—-vast shimmering wings, their reach so great they swept the walls on either side of the alley, each feather like the wind-tugged lick of… — Laini Taylor Copy Share Image
“One day he trapped a large raven, whose wings he painted red, the breast green, and the tail blue. When a flock of ravens appeared over our hut, Lekh freed the painted bird. As soon as it joined the flock a desperate battle began. The changeling was attacked from all sides. Black, red, green, blue feathers began to drop at… — Jerzy Kosiński Copy Share
The burning of a book is a sad, sad sight, for even though a book is nothing but ink and paper, it feels as… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“It was a pleasure to burn. It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“For ordinary books are like meteors. Each of them has only one moment, a moment when it soars screaming like the phoenix, all its… — Bruno Schulz Copy Share Image
Because of her, he had learned to look for the birds - the darting flight of wild canaries (yellow sun on yellow wings), the… — Terry Kay Copy Share Image
The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see… — Kate Chopin Copy Share Image
“Their rapid, shifting, dancing motion had been so deft and graceful that it was difficult to believe that hunger was the cause of it and death the end. The killing that follows the hunting flight of hawks comes with a shocking force, as though the hawk had suddenly gone mad and had killed the thing it loved. The striving of… — J.A. Baker Copy Share
That's the great secret of creativity. You treat ideas like cats: you make them follow you. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
You feed yourself. Make sure you have all the information, whether it's aesthetic, scientific, mathematical, I don't care what it is. Then you walk… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Do you ever read any of the books you burn?" He laughed. "That's against the law!" "Oh. Of course. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
We were put here as witnesses to the miracle of life. We see the stars, and we want them. We are beholden to give… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
Remember, with writing, what you’re looking for is just one person to come up and tell you, 'I love you for what you do.' — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
As a result of reading science fiction when I was eight, I grew up with an interest in music, architecture, city planning, transportation, politics,… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
“You can’t learn to write in college. It’s a very bad place for writers because the teachers always think they know more than you do—and they don’t. They have prejudices. They may like Henry James, but what if you don’t want to write like Henry James? They may like John Irving, for instance, who’s the bore of all time. A… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share
We're going to become the martians when we land there. When we explore and build communities, we become the martians. That's a wonderful destiny… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. ... I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon… — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
The library is the biggest cracker box factory in the world. The more you eat, the more you want. — Ray Bradbury Copy Share Image
We travel for romance, we travel for architecture, and we travel to be lost. — Ray Bradbury 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
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 of his candles on a rejoicing night, let her look to him and keep him out of harm's way; or the world will be apt to say, she has a mind to be a widow before… — Joseph Addison Copy Share
Meanwhile, the trees were just as green as before; the birds sang and the sun shone as clearly now as ever. The familiar surroundings had not darkened because of her grief, nor sickened because of her pain. She might have seen that what had bowed her head so profoundly -the thought of the world's concern at her situation- was found… — Thomas Hardy Copy Share
When they started to drain a swamp where birds and fish had lived, for a new housing development down the road from his apartment, Steven watched the protests and the preparations with interest. The bird people were furious, the developers unmovable, and Steven was filled with relief that the fight wasn't his. Nothing here was his... He thought there should… — Maile Meloy Copy Share
The bird with the thorn in its breast, it follows an immutable law; it is driven by it knows not what to impale itself, and die singing. At the very instant the thorn enters there is no awareness in it of the dying to come; it simply sings and sings until there is not the life left to utter another… — Colleen McCullough Copy Share