Top 87 Bird Sing Quotes
#1. I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December
A magical thing
And sweet to remember.
'We are nearer to Spring
Than we were in September,'
I heard a bird sing
In the dark of December.
Oliver Herford
#2. I might not get what I want out of her by asking, but I have other methods of making this little bird sing.
Georgia Cates
#3. When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l'oiseau chanter, - Lui n'entend que comment aimer.)
Charles De Leusse
#5. (And could love free me from the shadows? Can a caged bird sing only the song it knows or can it learn a new song?)
Angela Carter
#6. Love can flow like the river, fly with the bird, sing with the crickets at night. It is in the energy of the river, the flight of the bird, the song from the cricket. There is nowhere where love is not.
Janet G. Nestor
#7. His dagger was out, poised at her throat. Sing, little bird. Sing for your little life.
George R R Martin
#8. We are like the birds. We adapt. We sing.
David Byrne
#9. A bird no one wants. he's mine. my bird of pain. he doesn't sing. that bird swaying on the bough.
Charles Bukowski
#10. 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.
Lang Leav
#11. Hope is the little bird that continues to sing the songs of possibilities in your heart when everything else says to give up.
Debasish Mridha
#12. 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 has it that they sing with the voices of lost lovers. If the stars are smiling on them, you will hear its mate call back in a moment.
Jane Johnson
#13. What could thunderbirds want with us?" I wondered aloud [ ... ] "We'll find out when Big Bird wakes up," Marc said. My father shook his head. "We'll find out now. Wake him up and make him sing.
Rachel Vincent
#14. The bird is gone, and in what meadow does it now sing?
Philip K. Dick
#15. No, Wright wouldn't like the bird - a thing that sang. She used to sing. He killed that, too.
Susan Glaspell
#16. I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.
David Almond
#17. The saddest birds a season find to sing,The roughest storm a calm may soon allay;Thus with succeeding turns God tempereth all,That men may hope to rise yet fear to fall.
Robert Southwell
#18. I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.
Gene Stratton-Porter
#19. How can the bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing? How can a child, when fears annoy, But droop his tender wing, And forget his youthful spring?
William Blake
#20. The trees are in misery, and the birds are in misery. I don't think they sing. They just screech in pain. ... Taking a close look at what's around us, there is some sort of harmony: it's the harmony of overwhelming and collective murder.
Werner Herzog
#21. You can cage the songbird, but you can't make her sing. And you can trap the free bird, but you'll have to clip her wings.
Elton John
#22. Then the Parson might preach, & drink, & sing, And we'd be as happy as birds in the spring; And modest dame Lurch, who is always at Church, Would not have bandy children, nor fasting, nor birch.
William Blake
#23. If we cannot sing of faith and triumph, we will sing our despair. We will be that kind of bird. There are day owls, and there arenight owls, and each is beautiful and even musical while about its business.
Henry David Thoreau
#24. Accept all happiness from me.
Then shall i turn my face, and hear one bird
sing terribly afar in the lost lands.
in the lost lands
E. E. Cummings
#25. Animals of every kind live on the Other Side, .. you are not crazy if you feel the spirit of your cat rubbing against your legs, hear the sound of your dog's toenails clicking on the wood floor, or hear the familiar song your bird used to sing. Our pets do come back to visit us.
Sylvia Browne
#26. How can a bird that is born for joy Sit in a cage and sing?
William Blake
#27. Sing swan, Spring swan then lets fly.
Follow the pretty bird across the sky.
Call swan, Fall swan, then lets rest.
Tucked in the branches of your quiet nest.
Shannon Messenger
#28. Our cage
We make a quire, as doth the prison'd bird,
And sing our bondage freely.
William Shakespeare
#29. To the birds you gave songs, the birds gave you songs in return. You gave me only a voice, yet asked for more, thus I sing.
Rabindranath Tagore
#30. I have always believed that God never gives a cross to bear larger than we can carry. No matter what, he wants us to be happy, not sad. birds sing after a storm. Why shouldn't we?
Rose Kennedy
#32. A lizard in the spring - hear his darling sing. A bird with wings to fly - go back to his darling weep and moan till he dies. A mole in the ground - root a mountain down.
Charles Frazier
#33. I walk where once the grass was green And mourn the lark that sings no more What bird could sing whose eyes have seen Broken blossoms on the field of war?
Tom Springfield
#34. you is all of Heaven. Every leaf that falls is given life in you. Each bird that ever sang will sing again in you. And every flower that ever bloomed has saved its perfume and its loveliness for you. Text-25.
Robert Holden
#35. The forest is a quiet place if only the best birds sing.
Kay Johnson
#36. When a group of people sing together, we make up a chorus. When birds do, it's more like a whole symphony orchestra.
Laura Erickson
#37. I tried to put a bird in a cage. O fool that I am! For the bird was Truth. Sing merrily, Truth: I tried to put Truth in a cage!
William Carlos Williams
#38. I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
E. E. Cummings
#39. See the wild birds on the wing,
Hear the bells that sweetly ring,
When you feel like singin', sing
Keep a-goin'!
Frank Lebby Stanton
#40. Ah, to be a bird. To fly the skies, sing my song, and best of all occasionally peck someone's eyes out.
George Carlin
#41. You make me smile like the sun, fall out bed, sing like a bird, dizzy in my head. Spin like a record crazy on a sunday night. You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breath, shine like the sun buzz like a bee, just the thought of you can drive me wild. Oh you make me smile. -Uncle Kracker-
Uncle Kracker
#42. As a bird has the right to sing, so shall every human being have the right to think and express thoughts.
Debasish Mridha
#43. You're a freaking pschopath," I said, but he only chuckled.
"I don't expect you to understand, little bird," He turned toward me fully, fingering his blade and smiling. "I expect you only to sing. Sing for me, sing for Kanin, and make it a glorious song
Julie Kagawa
#44. I don't expect you to understand, little bird. I expect you only to sing. Sing for me, sing for Kanin, and make it a glorious song. - Sarren
Julie Kagawa
#45. Romance is a bird that will not sing in every bush, and love-affairs, however devoted the sentiments that inspire them, are often so business-like in the prudence with which they are conducted, that romance is reduced to a mere croaking or a disgusted silence.
E.F. Benson
#46. A duodene of bird notes chirruped bright treble answer under sensitive hand. Brightly the keys, all twinkling, linked, all harpsichording, called to a voice to sing the strain of dewy morn, of youth, of love's leave-taking, life's, love's morn.
James Joyce
#47. A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
Maya Angelou
#49. Why do birds sing in the morning? It's the triumphant shout: 'We got through another night!'
Enid Bagnold
#50. All Thy works with joy surround Thee, God of glory, Lord of Love; Stars and angels sing around Thee, Center of unbroken praise. Field and forest, vale and mountain, Flowery meadow, flashing sea, Chanting bird and flowing fountain, Call us to rejoice in Thee.
Henry Van Dyke
#51. The bird that can sing and won't sing, must be made to sing, they say,' grumbled Tackleton.
Charles Dickens
#52. Courtesy, not control, that was His means. Just as He requested the stars to sing and they leapt into bright being, so request was to be their rule over bird and beast, seas and trees, mountains and moons and all the dancing distances between the heavenlies filled with the unending song of Creation.
Geoffrey Wood
#53. If I'm going to be a caged bird, I'll sing the best song I can.
Wes Craven
#54. I would rather learn from one bird how to sing than to teach 10,000 stars how not to dance.
E. E. Cummings
#56. I would like to paint the way a bird sings.
Claude Monet
#57. At some point, Jesper realized Kaz was gone.
"Not one for goodbyes, is he?" he muttered.
"He doesn't say goodbye," Inej said. She kept her eyes on the lights of the canal. Somewhere in the garden, a night bird began to sing. "He just lets go.
Leigh Bardugo
#59. We do not ask for what useful purpose the birds do sing, for song is their pleasure since they were created for singing. Similarly, we ought not to ask why the human mind troubles to fathom the secrets of the heavens ...
Johannes Kepler
#60. Loneliness made or ruined a man. It frightened him so that he must either sing and build in the face of the dark, like a bird or a beaver, or hide from it like a beast in his den. There were perhaps always only the two ways to go, God or the jungle.
Elizabeth Goudge
#61. I heard a bird so sing, Whose music, to my thinking, pleased the king.
William Shakespeare
#62. Has it never occurred to us, when surrounded by sorrows, that they may be sent to us only for our instruction, as we darken the eyes of birds when we wish them to sing?
Jean Paul
#63. Homer and Shakespeare and Milton and Marvell and Wordsworth are but the rustling of leaves and crackling of twigs in the forest, and there is not yet the sound of any bird. The Muse has never lifted up her voice to sing.
Henry David Thoreau
#64. A bird in hand is a certainty. But a bird in the bush may sing.
Bret Harte
#65. I have wished a bird would fly away,
And not sing by my house all day ...
Robert Frost
#67. If we put a gun to her head she would sing all day. Try it first with a bird, General Benjamin said gently to Alfredo. Like our soprano, they have no capacity to understand authority. The bird doesn't know enough to be afraid and the person holding the gun will only end up looking like a lunatic.
Ann Patchett
#68. I want to seize my is. And like a bird I sing hallelujah into the air. And my song belongs to no one. But no passion suffered in pain and love is not followed by an hallelujah.
Clarice Lispector
#69. Still I sojourn here, alone and palely loitering, though the sedge is withered from the lake and no birds sing. For I sent the bath towel to the wash this morning, and omitted to put out another. I have no towel.
Rose Macaulay
#70. Little Bird if you do not sing for me, I will wait for you
Ieyasu Tokugawa
#71. A friend is a bird who can sing along with the songs of your heart.
Debasish Mridha
#72. I think my great book is Born to Sing: An Interpretation and World Survey of Bird Song .
Charles Hartshorne
#73. A bird doesn't sing because he has an answer-he sings because he has a song.
Joan Walsh Anglund
#74. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason sing.
Julie Anne Peters
#75. Awareness means the capacity to see a coffeepot and hear the birds sing in one's own way and not the way one was taught.
Eric Berne
#77. I have a Bird in spring
Which for myself doth sing -
The spring decoys.
And as the summer nears -
And as the Rose appears,
Robin is gone.
Yet do I not repine
Knowing that Bird of mine
Though flown -
Learneth beyond the sea
Melody new for me
And will return.
Emily Dickinson
#78. Celebration is without any cause. Celebration is simply because we are. We are made out of the stuff called celebration.That's our natural state - to celebrate - as natural as it is for the trees to bloom, for birds to sing, for rivers to flow to the ocean. Celebration is a natural state.
Rajneesh
#79. Sweet, can I sing you the song of your kisses? How soft is this one, how subtle this is, How fluttering swift as a bird's kiss that is, As a bird that taps at a leafy lattice; How this one clings and how that uncloses From bud to flower in the way of roses.
Arthur Symons
#80. now there is an aura of regret in the eyes of the bird
through the stiffened point of pain it stares at dawn
who will notice in the wild concert
if one bird fails to sing
Phibby Venable
#82. A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice.
Debasish Mridha
#84. Stay, little cheerful Robin! stay, And at my casement sing, Though it should prove a farewell lay And this our parting spring. * * * * * Then, little Bird, this boon confer, Come, and my requiem sing, Nor fail to be the harbinger Of everlasting spring.
William Wordsworth
#85. Tame birds sing of freedom. Wild birds fly.
John Lennon
#86. Be like a tree, bloom like a flower, sing like a bird, and dance like a peacock.
Debasish Mridha
#87. His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.
Julie Anne Peters
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