Best 1556 quotes in «bird quotes» category

  • By Anonym

    Birds alone can afford to perch on weak branches.

  • By Anonym

    Birds sing because they have a song, not because they want to impress anyone.

  • By Anonym

    Birds were created to record everything. They were not designed just to be beautiful jewels in the sky, but to serve as the eyes of heaven.

  • By Anonym

    Bird has to fly with their own wings; we have to think our own thoughts, find our own destiny.

  • By Anonym

    Birds do not attend music school, but compose timeless masterpieces.

  • By Anonym

    Birds are the eyes of Heaven.

  • By Anonym

    Break out to go out ___________________ The birds dare to break the egg shell It does so in order to get out of that Hell When it finally succeeds, it’ll then fly To its comfort zone it’ll say bye Are you being confined in a small space How long will you remain at that place? Before you can explore more territories, Break away from the former glories. Yesterday’s excellence is today’s average You must strive to be better age after age Never accept the available mediocrity As the only preferable opportunity Decide to grow from below to hero And make it a point to vacate level zero Reach out and arise with power God’s blessings on you, will shower Agree to grow, never attempt to be slow Be not afraid. Never doubt. You’ll flow The grace of God will be your guide Taking you along, side by side.

  • By Anonym

    Breath (from the book Blue Bridge) Whispering to myself With every step I take, Trying out names, for I know There is something yet to be called ….. I know it, something up ahead Just around the bend Or over the rise – A bird taking to the sky From the edge of a jagged cliff – A bird floating outwards In silence ……. A silence Waiting for a footstep To crunch on stones, For a voice to fling upward Through sharp sunlight With a name…… calling Before the bird could call Before the bird called. Oh the bird was there alright And sure it took flight When it heard me approach But it broke my heart With a mighty croak! So I’m sitting here playing With a purple flower Slender stem, no leaves Purple fizz – And it’s quiet again. I am still I am nothing And the hill Is a long, long slope Down, down, down to the sea Far below. I could roll I could run I could scream But I am nothing. A cool wind blows And the light is naked and nameless And the rocks are faces of angels And the bird in the sky wheels And cries to forget the earth And its ancient bones – Oh, sensual pain – Wings…. Wings…. Wings, Singing wings. If only I could begin To describe the emptiness Which fills me to the brim With new breath I might almost lose my name And take instead a feather for my soul.

  • By Anonym

    Burung gereja, apa agamamu?

  • By Anonym

    But now let us consider the holes in our own bodies and into what these congenital wounds open. Under the skin of man is a wondrous jungle where veins like lush tropical growths hang along over-ripe organs and weed-like entrails writhe in squirming tangles of red and yellow. In this jungle, flitting from rock-gray lungs to golden intestines, from liver to lights and back to liver again, lives a bird called the soul.

  • By Anonym

    But the greatest ... and bestest ... and dearest of all, is the bird in our nest; and that's you!

  • By Anonym

    But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...

  • By Anonym

    Every bird has a style and each style has its own fate, just as it is in humans!

  • By Anonym

    CRYING OSPREYS Merrily the ospreys cry, On the islet in the stream. Gentle and graceful is the girl, A fit wife for the gentleman.

  • By Anonym

    Dark green mountains knuckled up in the distance. Clouds seemed to be melting on the pan of the fair blue sky. Birds flew and sang. Wasn't it a hell of a shame, the way good country got wasted on folks.

  • By Anonym

    Despite the honor of being remembered as the first colonist to set foot on Deanna, he was also credited with discovering crabby-grass, the aforementioned life-form that disliked being stepped on. However, this also led to the unintended consequence that Mr Lupini also set the record for being the first person to actually swear on Deanna. He still lived on Deanna, and attended the Founder’s Day Ceremony every year, in safety boots. Not surprisingly, the bronze Lupini didn’t look very amused. Beside the representation of Lupini, stood Deanna’s national bird. It was supposed to be a symbol of the early colonists’ determination to stay and make a success of the colony, but its expression only made it look slightly constipated.

  • By Anonym

    Don't let someone keep putting out the flame God keeps re-lighting, we all have a purpose. As a wing to a bird. As wind that goes the destiny over the sea.

  • By Anonym

    Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass by Between shrouds of life and haze sun rays die

  • By Anonym

    Era uma vez um pássaro. Adornado com um par de asas perfeitas e plumas reluzentes, coloridas e maravilhosas. Enfim, um animal feito para voar livre e solto no céu, e alegrar quem o observasse. Um dia, uma mulher viu o pássaro e apaixonou-se por ele. Ficou a olhar o seu voo com a boca aberta de espanto, o coração batendo mais rapidamente, os olhos brilhando de emoção. Convidou-o para voar com ela, e os dois viajaram pelo céu em completa harmonia. Ela admirava, venerava, celebrava o pássaro. Mas então pensou: talvez ele queira conhecer algumas montanhas distantes! E a mulher sentiu medo. Medo de nunca mais sentir aquilo com outro pássaro. E sentiu inveja, inveja da capacidade de voar do pássaro. E sentiu-se sozinha. E pensou: “vou montar uma armadilha. Da próxima vez que o pássaro surgir, ele não partirá mais.” O pássaro, que também estava apaixonado, voltou no dia seguinte, caiu na armadilha, e foi preso na gaiola. Todos os dias ela olhava o pássaro. Ali estava o objecto da sua paixão, e ela mostrava-o ás suas amigas, que comentavam: “Mas tu és uma pessoa que tem tudo.” Entretanto, uma estranha transformação começou a processar-se: como tinha o pássaro, e já não precisava de o conquistar, foi perdendo o interesse. O pássaro sem puder voar e exprimir o sentido da sua vida, foi definhando, perdendo o brilho, ficou feio – e a mulher já não lhe prestava atenção, apenas prestava atenção á maneira como o alimentava e como cuidava da sua gaiola. Um belo dia o pássaro morreu. Ela ficou profundamente triste, e passava a vida a pensar nele. Mas não se lembrava da gaiola, recordava apenas o dia em que o vira pela primeira vez, voando contente entre as nuvens. Se ela se observasse a si mesma, descobriria que aquilo que a emocionava tanto no pássaro era a sua liberdade, a energia das asas em movimento, não o seu corpo físico. Sem o pássaro a sua vida também perdeu o sentido, e a morte veio bater á sua porta. “Por que vieste?” perguntou á morte. “Para que possas voar de novo com ele nos céus”, respondeu a morte. “Se o tivesses deixado partir e voltar sempre, amá-lo-ias e admirá-lo-ias ainda mais; porém, agora precisas de mim para puderes encontrá-lo de novo.

  • By Anonym

    Fame is a bird flying in a wind tunnel.

  • By Anonym

    Feeding birds means feeding yourself! Birds are part of nature and feeding nature is nothing but feeding yourself!

  • By Anonym

    Featherweight by Suzy Kassem One evening, I sat by the ocean and questioned the moon about my destiny. I revealed to it that I was beginning to feel smaller compared to others, Because the more secrets of the universe I would unlock, The smaller in size I became. I didn't understand why I wasn't feeling larger instead of smaller. I thought that seeking Truth was what was required of us all – To show us the way, not to make us feel lost, Up against the odds, In a devilish game partitioned by An invisible wall. Then the next morning, A bird appeared at my window, just as the sun began Spreading its yolk over the horizon. It remained perched for a long time, Gazing at me intently, to make sure I knew I wasn’t dreaming. Then its words gently echoed throughout my mind, Telling me: 'The world you are in – Is the true hell. The journey to Truth itself Is what quickens the heart to become lighter. The lighter the heart, the purer it is. The purer the heart, the closer to light it becomes. And the heavier the heart, The more chained to this hell It will remain.' And just like that, it flew off towards the sun, Leaving behind a tiny feather. So I picked it up, And fastened it to a toothpick, To dip into ink And write my name.

  • By Anonym

    He had his eyes closed and rocked himself so much that everyone thought he would soon crash to the ground. And then it happened. He crashed to the ground. Surprised, he lay on the ground on his side, not sure what had happened, looking around. Next he jumped up and listened to Matica’s singing again, starting to rock himself once more. His eyes closed slowly, his beak opened. And then he crashed to the ground a second time. This time he kept lying down, spreading his free wing up into the air and waving it to the tune of the melody. Strange sounds came out of his beak. It was a grunt but more than a grunt, as if he was really enjoying himself, as if he would follow Matica’s words and would sing or hum as well.

  • By Anonym

    Grandpa stopped speaking the day he killed my brother, John.

    • bird quotes
  • By Anonym

    Ghost bird, do you love me?" he whispered once in the dark, before he left for hs expedition training, even though he was the ghost. "Ghost bird, do you need me?" I loved him, but I didn't need him, and I thought that was the way it was supposed to be. A ghost bird might be a hawk in one place, a crow in another, depending on the context. The sparrow that shot up into the blue sky one morning might transform mid-flight into an osprey the next. This was the way of things here. There were no reasons so mighty that they could override the desire to be in accord with the tides and the passage of seasons and the rhythms underlying everything around me.

  • By Anonym

    I ain't never seen a creature like that before, she says. He's so smart, he's- More, like a person than a bird? I says. Yeah, she says. That's it. Whatever you do, I says, don't tell him that. I'll never hear the end of it.

  • By Anonym

    How it hurts to see you Achingly beyond my craving touch! Perhaps, that's the agony Of a bird with a broken wing The world seemingly at her feet Yet not; And nary a song to sing

  • By Anonym

    Her voice is filled with distant sonorities, like reverberations in a cave: now you are at the place of annihilation, now you are at the place of annihilation. And she is herself a cave full of echoes, she is a system of repetitions, she is a closed circuit.’ Can a bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song?’ She draws her long, sharp fingernail across the bars of the cage in which her pet lark sings, striking a plangent twang like that of the plucked heartstrings of a woman of metal. Her hair falls down like tears.

  • By Anonym

    Humans have better wings than birds: Human mind is a perfect wing and with this wing we can fly to some farthermost places no bird can ever dream! Yes, mind is a wing; and when it comes to flying man is the most sophisticated bird on earth!

  • By Anonym

    I adore the sky wearing rainbow shawl of love for the birds so that they could fly free in warmth after the storm

  • By Anonym

    I am a waning bird encased in a glass sphere; I cannot see my prison, and my cries no one can hear.

  • By Anonym

    I am Cinna's bird, ignited, flying frantically to escape something inescapable. The feathers of flame that grow from my body. Beating my wings only fans the blaze. I consume myself, but to no end. Finally, my wings begin to falter, I lose height, and gravity pulls me into a foamy sea the color of Finnick's eyes. I float on my back, which continues to burn beneath the water, but the agony quiets to pain. When I am adrift and unable to navigate, that's when they come. The dead. The ones I loved fly as birds in the open sky above me. Soaring, weaving, calling to me to join them. I want so badly to follow them, but the seawater saturates my wings, making it impossible to lift them. The ones I hated have taken to the water, horrible scaled things that tear my salty flesh with needle teeth. Biting again and again. Dragging me beneath the surface. The small white bird tinged in pink dives down, buries her claws in my chest, and tries to keep me afloat. "No, Katniss! No! You can't go!" But the ones I hated are winning, and if she clings to me, she'll be lost as well. "Prim, let go!" And finally she does.

  • By Anonym

    I am not a bird or a symbol. I am a woman burning.

  • By Anonym

    If a bird settled on only walking on its two feet, it would never fly and achieve its highest potential.

  • By Anonym

    If a bird believes it is an eagle long enough, it will eventually end up soaring like one.

  • By Anonym

    I don't mind taking orders from them as has the right to give them," she said, "but take orders from that ridiculous bird I will not.

  • By Anonym

    If a bird does not bring out all of the songs on its heart, all its symphonies die inside.

  • By Anonym

    If a bird has one wing it cannot fly, no matter how strong it is.

  • By Anonym

    If a bird is caged, expect all its songs to be songs of freedom.

  • By Anonym

    If birds sing without worrying about who is listening to them, and monkeys dance without worrying about who is watching them, and hyenas laugh without worrying about who is mocking them, then you too must do what you do best without worrying about who is ridiculing you.

  • By Anonym

    If birds did not believe in their ability to fly, the sky would be empty.

  • By Anonym

    If you want to know how good a tree is, examine how many birds flock to feed off of its fruit.

  • By Anonym

    If God wanted the woods to be quiet, He would not have given birds songs to sing.

  • By Anonym

    If you love a bird don't hold it too tightly or you'll soon be nursing a broken heart.

  • By Anonym

    If God wanted the sky to be empty, He would not have given birds wings to fly.

  • By Anonym

    If I were a flower, humming bird would be my favourite bee And If I were blind, the light of darkness I'd love to see

  • By Anonym

    If you feed a bird, you don't have to force it to come to you.

  • By Anonym

    If you look at the picture of a beautiful bird eating a little fish, you will see two victims there: Fish is already a victim; but the bird is also a victim because to survive, it has to be a killer; it is forced to be a murderer!

  • By Anonym

    If you throw a bird off a cliff, you are helping it find its wings.

  • By Anonym

    If you turn the imagination loose like a hunting dog, it will often return with the bird in its mouth.' (from "The Front and the Back Parts of the House", 1991)