Top 36 Black Bird Quotes
#1. He was cold, standing in a wood, talking to a big black bird who was currently brunching on Bambi.
Neil Gaiman
#2. The great black bird broods outside my window in the high dark night waiting to enfold me when I leave the house tomorrow only I'm going to dodge it successfully by sheer animalism and ability and even exhilaration, so goodnight
Jack Kerouac
#3. They set off on the perfectly straight ley line, Ronan's gaze still directed up to his plane and to Chainsaw, a white bird and a black bird against the azure ceiling of the world.
Maggie Stiefvater
#4. Consider the road, long and forked
as the Devil's own tongue.
Consider the Devil, burning
every bridge; Placing
in every tree a black bird.
In every bird a black thought.
Cecilia Llompart
#5. One single observation can invalidate a general statement derived from millennia of confirmatory sightings of millions of white swans. All you need is one single (and, I am told, quite ugly) black bird.*
Nassim Nicholas Taleb
#6. 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
#7. It was as though the great black bird which had all the night nested the egg of the earth lifted its wings and let light under and then with gigantic thrust of pinion flew upwards and it was day.
Glendon Swarthout
#8. Mogadishu the beautiful - your white-turbaned mosques, baskets of anchovies as bright as mercury, jazz and shuffling feet, bird-boned servant girls with slow smiles, the blind white of your homes against the sapphire blue of the ocean - you are missed, her dreams seem to say.
Nadifa Mohamed
#9. 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
#10. 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
#11. It's when I'm around some people that my entire vocabulary goes on vacation. Like now, when Dave's walking next to me wearing an old black singlet and board shorts and the tattoo of a bird on his wrist, every single word in my head except "no" and "huh" is lying somewhere on a beack getting a suntan
Cath Crowley
#12. When the whistling-thrush released
A deep sweet secret on the trembling air;
Blackbird on the wing, bird of the forest shadows,
Black rose in the long ago summer,
This was your song:
It isn't time that's passing by,
It is you and I.
Ruskin Bond
#14. Being preoccupied with our self-image is like being deaf and blind. It's like standing in the middle of a vast field of wildflowers with a black hood over our heads. It's like coming upon a tree of singing birds while wearing earplugs.
Pema Chodron
#15. No, Kramisha, he's not black. He's a killer bird with evil for his Daddy.
P.C. Cast
#16. Birds sat on the telegraph wires that spanned the river as the black notes sit on a staff of music.
Rebecca West
#17. A rare bird on this earth, like nothing so much as a black swan.
Juvenal
#18. A lot of black guys always ask me, 'Did Larry Bird really play that good?' I said, 'Larry Bird is so good it's frightening.'
Magic Johnson
#19. When I do a picture and it's 90% black, like 'Bird,' I use 90% black people.
Clint Eastwood
#20. A hawk reeled overhead with a rodent squirming in its beak, close enough so you could see the bird's black shiny eyes.
Mary Karr
#21. A large bird, a buzzard perhaps, was circling on high on a current of air, a tiny, soaring point of black, looking for food, of course, as all of us did, in one way or another.
Alexander McCall Smith
#22. Where logic seems apparent: in bullfrogs or Black-Eyed Susans bird migrations patterns on the skin of newt or carp we go too far imagining a god of purposes.
John Burnside
#23. The American crow is at an all-time low of 82 birds. Others hit by the West Nile, like the black-capped chickadee, have rebounded.
Jeff Chapman
#24. Lots of times growing up, I'd just try to do something myself because I believed that being a boy, and being Indian, I should just know how to do things. -Will Bird, Through Black Spruce
Joseph Boyden
#25. It was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere.
Red. Red. Red.
Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches.
Red means run.
Lauren Oliver
#26. This bird looks at me with obsidian eyes. They glimmer, small black lights in the gloom. I do not blink.
Ned Hayes
#27. At the bottom of every dilemma, he says, is fear, and the brain always prefers the bird in the hand to venturing into the bush, even if you are clutching a scrawny black crow.
Barbara Bradley Hagerty
#28. She was speaking again, her voice like the chirp of a bird who has flown into a black tunnel but does not yet know it.
Andre Dubus III
#29. And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.
Pablo Neruda
#30. A field of scarlet with nine hanged men in black and six yellow daggers in the upper left and lower right quadrants, respectively, while the upper right quandrant featured a shattered skull and the lower left boasted a bird astride a severed head. It might have been a raven. Or an eagle.
Glen Cook
#31. A rare bird upon the earth and very much like a black swan.
Juvenal
#32. was a bird. A bird struggling through stickiness: a bird coated in paint, floundering in its nest, splashing color everywhere. Red. Red. Red. Dozens of them: black feathers coated thickly with crimson-colored paint, fluttering among the branches. Red
Lauren Oliver
#33. Beyond the window, some kind of small, black thing shot across the sky. A bird, possibly. Or it might have been someone's soul being blown to the far side of the world.
Haruki Murakami
#34. She said she doesn't like your cooking. She said she'd rather eat a microwave dinner from the convenience store instead of something you cooked. Do you get it? Hm? Why are you being such a crybaby? Save the salt from your tears for seasoning.
Kanoko Sakurakouji
#35. Larry Bird is overrated in a lot of areas ... Why does he get so much publicity? Because he's white. You never hear about a black player being the greatest.
Dennis Rodman
#36. The black instrument on the hall table trilled its hysterical note over and over, like a nervous bird.
Sylvia Plath
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