Top 38 Bird Sings Quotes
#1. A bird sings in the morning, an owl hoots at night ... it's still a bloody bird.
Oliver Reed
#2. I would like to paint the way a bird sings.
Claude Monet
#3. What is it like to be so free - so trapped, but so free? What kind of bird sings only when caught? What kind of slave outshines and rises above her master?
Courtney M. Privett
#5. Just as the bird sings or the butterfly soars, because it is his natural characteristic, so the artist works.
Alma Gluck
#6. When a child is born in a jail and during their life all they know is the jail they were born into, the idea of freedom becomes so terrifying that they ridicule the very thought of being free, as a clinical illness. It is nothing like the song that a caged bird sings.
Alejandro C. Estrada
#7. What kind of idiot bird sings in the middle of the night?... I wish it'd shut up and let me sleep! - Pirra
Michelle Paver
#8. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill, of things unknown, but longed for still, and his tune is heard on the distant hill, for the caged bird sings of freedom.
Maya Angelou
#10. But what after all is one night? A short space, especially when the darkness dims so soon, and so soon a bird sings, a cock crows, or a faint green quickens, like a turning leaf, in the hollow of the wave.
Virginia Woolf
#11. A bird sings, a child prattles, but it is the same hymn; hymn indistinct, inarticulate, but full of profound meaning.
Victor Hugo
#12. The compelled mother loves her child as the caged bird sings. The song does not justify the cage nor the love the enforcement.
Germaine Greer
#13. The bird sings as if to say that delight is easy, for those who desire it
Philippa Gregory
#14. I know why the caged bird sings, ah me, When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,- When he beats his bars and would be free; It is not a carol of joy or glee, But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core, But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings- I know why the caged bird sings!
Paul Laurence Dunbar
#15. Any woodthrush shows it - he sings, not to fill the world, but because he is filled.
Jane Hirshfield
#16. Faith is the bird that feels the light and sings when the dawn is still dark.
Rabindranath Tagore
#17. Every bird that sings, sings for you. Every breeze that blows, blows for you. Every sunray shines for you. If you only knew how loved you are ...
Marianne Williamson
#18. A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song.
Maya Angelou
#19. Be a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
Victor Hugo
#20. Be like the bird who, pausing in her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing she hath wings.
Victor Hugo
#21. Owls hoot in B flat, cuckoos in D, but the water ousel sings in the voice of the stream. She builds her nest back of the waterfalls so the water is a lullaby to the little ones. Must be where they learn it.
Karen Joy Fowler
#22. In the deepest night of trouble and sorrow God gives us so much to be thankful for that we need never cease our singing. With all our wisdom and foresight we can take a lesson in gladness and gratitude from the happy bird that sings all night, as if the day were not long enough to tell its joy.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
#23. O lovely river of Yvette!
O darling river! like a bride,
Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette
Thou goest to wed the Orge's tide.
O lovely river Yvette!
O darling stream! on balanced wings
The wood-birds sang the chansonnette
That here a wandering poet sings.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
#24. The butcher bird makes its noise
And asks you to agree
With its brutal nesting habits
And its pointless savagery
Now, the nightingale sings to you
And raises up the ante
I put one hand on your round ripe heart
And the other down your panties
Nick Cave
#25. Flow my tears, fall from your springs!
Exiled forever let me mourn;
Where night's black bird her sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorn.
Philip K. Dick
#26. 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
#27. A bird doesn't sing because he has an answer-he sings because he has a song.
Joan Walsh Anglund
#28. Be like the bird that, passing on her flight awhile on boughs too slight, feels them give way beneath her, and yet sings, knowing that she hath wings.
Victor Hugo
#29. No ladder needs the bird but skies To situate its wings, Nor any leaders grim baton Arraigns it as it sings.
Emily Dickinson
#30. Faith is the bird that sings while it is yet dark.
Max Lucado
#31. Let us be like a bird for a moment perched
On a frail branch when he sings;
Though he feels it bend, yet he sings his song,
Knowing that he has wings.
Victor Hugo
#32. Anyway, she sings like a mad tropical bird, and it's just a fondue of molten wanting and grieving and the sadness of the large naked swinging breasts and soft olive skin and everything that you wish you could remember and feel and know.
Nicholson Baker
#33. Be like the bird who,
Resting in his flight
On a twig too slight,
Feels it bend beneath him
Yet sings,
Knowing he has wings.
Victor Hugo
#35. Hope is a bird that sings the songs of possibilities from the deepness of the heart.
Debasish Mridha
#36. Tess was awake before dawn - at the marginal minute of the dark when the grove is still mute, save for one prophetic bird who sings with a clear-voiced conviction that he at least knows the correct time of day, the rest preserving silence as if equally convinced that he is mistaken.
Thomas Hardy
#37. The true self is not aware that it is a self. A bird, as it sings, sings itself. But not according to a picture. It has no idea of itself.
D.H. Lawrence
#38. Wild sings the bird of the heart in the forests of our lives.
Mary Oliver
