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You may call a jay a bird. Well, so he is, in a measure--because he's got feathers on him, and don't belong to no church, perhaps;but otherwise he is just as much a human as you be. And I'll tell you for why. A jay's gifts and instincts, and feelings, and interests, cover the whole ground. A jay hasn't got any more principle than a Congressman.

You must hear the birds song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs.

You never knew what to expect with Ingrid. One minute she could be sawing the locks off Pierpont's freezers; the next, providing shelter for the homeless birds of Switzerland.

You're chasing the dragon, you're chasing the high. A bird with one wing, who's still trying to fly.

You're just an empty cage girl, if you kill the bird.

You're not the only piece of patchwork birds can pull worms from.

You needn't tell a bird it's a bird. Or remind a fish of its purpose. It's only us who lose our way. We have names because we must. - from Golden Tongue: The Poems of Steven Slaughter

Your bird drinks whiskey and eats tobacco?" The old man frowned."Just be lad he doesn't like eatin' scrawny boys that don't know their way 'round the Otherworld.

You put his brain in a bird, the bird would fly backwards" -Secret Life of the Bees

Your home is your jail, Bird. I'm going to set you free.

You will remember when a bird crashed through the window and fell to the floor. You will remember, those of you who were there, how it jerked its wings before dying, and left a spot of blood on the floor after it was removed. But who among you was first to notice the negative bird it left in the window? Who first saw the shadow that the bird left behind, the shadow that drew blood from any finger that dared to trace it, the shadow that was better proof of the bird's existence than the bird ever was?

You want the truth, of course. You want me to put two and two together. But two and two doesn’t necessarily get you the truth. Two and two equals a voice outside the window. Two and two equals the wind. The living bird is not its labeled bones.

Zen enriches no one. There is no body to be found. The birds may come and circle for a while in the place where it is thought to be. But they soon go elsewhere. When they are gone, the "nothing," the "no-body" that was there, suddenly appears. That is Zen. It was there all the time but the scavengers missed it, because it was not their kind of prey.

You would not think that birds who have no brain at all could become so friendly. I swear some of them are more intelligent than many humans, but that says more about our fellow beings than it does about the birds.

You said your cousin was a necromancer. You know how the natural necromancers operate?" They twisted the head off your favorite doll, stuffed a dead bird into it, and made it walk around. And then they were puzzled why you got upset.

A bird has many feathers, but only two wings.

A bird in a cage is not happy, even if you bought him a golden cage.

A bird is born knowing how to fly, but has to learn to conquer the skies.

A bird must overcome its fear of heights before it can rule the skies.

A bird cannot conquer the sky inside of its shell, no matter how gifted it is.

A bird doesn't need a professor to teach it how to fly.

A bird is honored for the eggs it lays, but only truly rewarded for the eggs that hatch.

A bird must have faith in its wings in order to fly.

A bird never learns to fly when it is locked in a cage.

A bird who hurt her wing, now forgotten how to fly. A song she used to sing, but can't remember why. A breath she caught and kept - that left her in a sigh. It hurts her so to love you, but she won't say goodbye.

A bird will only eat from a hand it trusts.

A bird doesn't need a parachute when jumping off a cliff.

A bird in a nest is secure, but that is not why God gave it wings.

A bird must have faith in its wings if it wants to fly.

A bird's beauty lies in its feathers, but its strength lies in its wings.

A bird will never take advice from a worm, especially when it is hungry.

A bird with beautiful feathers is the target of many hunters.

A bird must have faith in its wings if it is to fly.

A bird that does not break out of its shell will die in its egg.

A bird that fears falling off of a tree branch is ignorant of its gifts.

A bird will only perch on a branch it trusts.

A bird only begins to realize its potential the day you throw it off a tall cliff.

A bird that sings too much will only lose its voice, but a bird that does not sing at all will lose its symphonies.

A bird, unable to fly, is still a bird; but a human unable to love is an inexpensive stone: like a piece of uric acid stone

A bird will only fall from the sky when it stops believing in its ability to fly, and a fish will only drown in water when it stops believing in its ability to swim.

A bird must rely on its own wings if it is to conquer the sky.

A bird never forgets the first song it sang.

A bird only conquers the sky when it has mastered enough courage to lose sight of the ground.

A bird that fears turbulence will never know how high it can fly.

A bush-warbler, Coming to the verandah-edge, Left its droppings On the rice-cakes.

A dove struggling in a storm grows stronger than an eagle soaring in sunshine.

A falcon. I can see that. I thought you said nothing lived here?” Sand’s face went blank. “There was nothing alive, except for me, until Merlin. And then you.” Perrotte bit back her exasperation, and said simply, “Go on.” He twined his blunt-tipped fingers together, staring down at them. “I, erm. I found the falcon in the mews.” “So, it’s not true that there was nothing alive in the castle?” “The truth is . . . Well, the truth is the truth, and thus worth telling, but sometimes truths are so complicated that it’s exhausting to get them out in the right order.” He glanced up at her. That sounded like an evasion if ever she’d heard one. She raised an eyebrow. “The falcon was dead!” Sand blurted out. “Stuffed and mounted, and then also damaged in the sundering. I mended him, and put him on the mantel, so I’d have something to talk to. But a couple days before you—you came upstairs—” He gestured helplessly at the bird, who stopped stripping water from its feathers just long enough to glare at the humans. Perrotte stared. “The bird came to life,” she whispered. “After you put it to rights, this falcon came to life. Just like me.” “Well . . .

Afraid even to look at the sky The birds of cage do seldom fly

Again burst out that chant McKay had heard as he had floated through the mists upon the lake. Now, as then, despite his opened ears, he could distinguish no words, but clearly he understood its mingled themes - the joy of Spring's awakening, rebirth, with the green life streaming singing up through every bough, swelling the buds, burgeoning with tender leaves the branches; the dance of the trees in the scented winds of Spring; the drums of the jubilant rain on leafy hoods; passion of Summer sun pouring its golden flood down upon the trees; the moon passing with stately step and slow and green hands stretching up to her and drawing from her breast milk of silver fire; riot of wild gay winds with their mad pipings and strummings; - soft interlacing of boughs, the kiss of amorous leaves - all these and more, much more that McKay could not understand for it dealt with hidden, secret things for which man has no images. ("The Women Of The Woods")

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