Bird Quote by Tom Springfield

“There’s a beauty in birds on the wing, That stirs the heart and makes earthbound creatures Long for flight, but the larks above the…

— Charles Todd

“They march from safety, and the bird-sung joy Of grass-green thickets, to the land where all Is ruin, and nothing blossoms but the sky”

— Siegfried Sassoon

“...For can you think how it would be, to never, never hear a meadow lark sing again...?”

— Bess Streeter Aldrich

The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?

— Philip K. Dick

“It is an effort to descend down the hand-holds of memory to the plain beneath, to recall the lost future, the dusk hovering above…

— J.A. Baker

“A lark, caught in a hunter’s net Sang sweeter then than ever, As if the falling melody Might wing and net dissever At dusk…

— Ken Follett

The music soars within the little lark, And the lark soars.

— Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“Somewhere a bird sang, its chant hanging plaintive and melancholy in the still air...I think it's a sort of lark or something. Our tradition…

— Jane Johnson

“There were no larks anymore. There was only the setting sun spreading blood up the sky and the yowl of hounds on a breast-high…

— Anonymous

The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below

— John McCrae

If the skies fall, one may hope to catch larks.

— Francois Rabelais

Still, I look down, and the grass is so green, I cannot understand how it does not wither and die with sorrow. ~Song of…

— Lisa Ann Sandell