Bird Death Quotes

#1. I am quite a wise old bird, but I am no desert hermit who can only prophesy when his guts are knotted with hunger. I am deep in the old man's puzzle, trying to link the wisdom of the body with the wisdom of the spirit until the two are one.

Robertson Davies

#2. Sometimes the early bird gets the worm, but sometimes the early bird gets frozen to death.

Myron Scholes

#3. Some death is as silent as the flight of a bird, some prey as unprotesting as a knot of rags. The

Sue Grafton

#4. Oh, he'll help us whether he wants to or not. I told the truth. I would not kill him. The death-curse of a god is an evil thing.
But I can hurt him. And I will.
And besides ...
Have you never wondered, little bird, what it must be like to see the world through the eyes of a god?

Neil Gaiman

#5. We hear the ambient noise of children singing. We hear lions and tigers roar. Hyenas laugh. Some jungle bird or howler monkey declares its existence, screeching a maniac's gibberish. Our entire world, always doing battle against the silence and obscurity of death.

Chuck Palahniuk

#6. Bird of the sky
still bound to the earth,
soaring to unimaginable heights
yet returning to perch in the willow.
Death is near, always near
and so...is life
even in the ashes.
Rise Up Phoenix.
Live. Fly. Create!

Michele Jennae

#7. Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.
And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his anus.

Anne Sexton

#8. There was a horrible, erratic thumping in my chest, as if a large bird was trapped inside my ribcage and beating itself to death.

Donna Tartt

#9. Evanlyn smiled grimly as she thought how once she might have objected to the cruelty of the bird's death. Now, all she felt was a sense of satisfaction as she realized that they would eat well today.
Amazing how an empty belly could change your perspective, she thought.

John Flanagan

#10. Close your eyes and let the mind expand. Let no fear of death or darkness arrest its course. Allow the mind to merge with Mind. Let it flow out upon the great curve of consciousness. Let it soar on the wings of the great bird of duration, up to the very Circle of Eternity.

Hermes Trismegistus

#11. My lady! Come away from there before you catch your death! Her words bring a smile to my lips. Does she think Death is some small bird with my name written on it, beating at the window in the hope that I will catch it?

Robin LaFevers

#12. So say it loud and let it ring We are all a part of everything The future, present and the past Fly on proud bird You're free at last

Charlie Daniels

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

Philip K. Dick

#14. It was as if someone had left
the bird there
as a kind of telegram
of feathers, oily feathers
that looked like they'd struggled,
shuttered a little before letting go
into flight
forever.

Kristen Henderson

#15. The influenza pandemic of 1918 may well be the greatest scourge ever to afflict humanity, exacting a death toll greater than all the wars of the 20th Century combined. The virus that wreaked this havoc apparently developed in birds, and then jumped to people. In other words, it was avian flu.

David L. Katz

#16. Speak the name, and death will come. On the morrow, at the turn of the moon, a year from this day, it will come. A man does not fly like a bird, but one foot moves and then another and one day a man is there.

George R R Martin

#17. Yeah," I said. "What is that? A bird? "It's the swan," he said. "Wow. A school with a swan. Wow."
"That swan is the spawn of Satan. Never get closer to it than we are now.

John Green

#18. Iren broke the moment of quiet reflection. "He was a bad captian"

"But a worse bird" said Voleta.

Man, what a thing to say after a dude falls to his death.

Josiah Bancroft

#19. A king-size bed sat catty-corner opposite me. The bedroom was painted white, but the comforter was crimson. Small black velvet bird appliques swarmed in the center. I'm not much for art. I'll confess the deeper meaning of the twisted comforter was lost on me. Maybe death to all swallows?

Hailey Edwards

#20. When you take the sires of the cage apart, you do not hurt the bird, but you help it. You let it out of its prison. How do you you know that death does not help me when it takes the wires of my cage down?-that it does not release me, and put me into some better place and better condition of life?

Randolph Sinks Foster

#21. Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.

Kate Atkinson

#22. you smile to think how lovely it is to have at least danced like a bird before your death.

Auburn McCanta

#23. You are a bird of ill-omen, thought Kelso. You circle the world and wherever you land there is famine and death and destruction: in an earlier and less credulous age, the local citizens would have gathered at the first sight of you and driven you off with stones -

Robert Harris

#24. The soul of man, like the bird in the shell, is still growing or ripening in sin or grace, till at last the shell breaks by death, and the soul flies away to the piece it is prepared for, and where it must abide forever.

John Flavel

#25. There is a thing, like a bird, weak and fluttering within my chest, i cradle it and care for it as anyone should an injured thing, yet, i silently pray for it's death.

Gabriel Macht

#26. It is hard to lift up your own misfortune. To be at once the viewer and the viewed. To be both above and below. The one below is a spot, a shadow ... To consider your own person in the light of eternity (read: in the light of death). To rise into the air. The world from a bird's-eye view.

Danilo Kis

#27. I dreamt of bears so vividly that I woke with a furry death hug at my throat, but feeling quite refreshed.

Isabella L. Bird

#28. My soul is like the dead sea, over which no bird can fly; when it gets halfway, it sinks down spent to its death and destruction.

Soren Kierkegaard

#29. Just when you think you're in the cat-bird's seat, the Angel of Death calls "dibs" on shotgun.

P.L. Reiter

#30. Get down, get down, little Henry Lee
And stay all night with me
You won't find a girl in this damn world
That will compare with me
And the wind did howl and the wind did blow
La la la la la
La la la la lee
A little bird lit down on Henry Lee ...

Nick Cave

#31. I've seen a man die and a bird die and there was no difference.

Marty Rubin

#32. Who are you?' Mo looked at the White Women. Then he looked at Dustfinger's still face.
Guess.' The bird ruffled up its golden feathers, and Mo saw that the mark on its breast was blood.
You are Death.' Mo felt the word heavy on his tongue. Could any word be heavier?

Cornelia Funke

#33. In seeking the Bird's death to free himself, Louie had chained himself, once again, to his tyrant. During the war, the Bird had been unwilling to let go of Louie; after the war, Louie was unable to let go of the Bird.

Laura Hillenbrand

#34. Death, like a host, comes smiling to the door;
Smiling, he greets us, on that tranquil shore
Where neither piping bird nor peeping dawn
Disturbs the eternal sleep,
But in the stillness far withdrawn
Our dreamless rest for evermore we keep.

Robert Louis Stevenson

#35. Fear is a bird that refuses to fly, and each time she neglects to use her wings, she consents to the slow death of her destiny.

Nadia Janice Brown

#36. Just as a little bird cracks open the shell and flies out, we fly out of this shell, the shell of the body. We call that death, but strictly speaking, death is nothing but a change of form.

Swami Satchidananda

#37. How easy to be a bird or an animal, living from day to day, unaware you're alive, unaware that one day you will die.

Rachel Ward

#38. The silence is death.
It comes each day with its shock
to sit on my shoulder, a white bird,
and peck at the black eyes
and the vibrating red muscle
of my mouth.

Anne Sexton

#39. His heart was leaping against his ribs like a frantic bird. Perhaps it knew it had little time left, perhaps it was determined to fulfill a lifetime's beats before the end.

J.K. Rowling