Top 100 Quotes About The Birds
#1. The sky continued to almost imperceptibly lighten, the birds coming on in earnest now, dozens of them barreling low from tree to tree over the crime scene as if they were stringing beads.
Richard Price
#2. Poison or elixir, narcotic or aphrodisiac, whatever it was, this flower, relic of a day in the life of an accidental writer, an inadvertent counterfeiter leaving his traces in code, the birds were coming to try it, performing a dance for no one and flying up toward the moon.
Cesar Aira
#3. If you're lucky, and a building succeeds, the real product has many more dimensions than you can ever imagine. You have the sun, the light, the rain, the birds, the feel.
Peter Zumthor
#5. If he hated, he hated because it was human for the enslaved to hate the enslaver, natural as Prometheus hating the birds.
Ta-Nehisi Coates
#6. We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
William Shakespeare
#7. The lonely season in lonely lands, when fled Are half the birds, and mists lie low, and the sun Is rarely seen, nor strayeth far from his bed; The short days pass unwelcomed one by one.
Robert Bridges
#8. I think people who don't believe in God are crazy. How can you say there is no God when you hear the birds singing these beautiful songs you didn't make?
Little Richard
#9. I know a lot about birds and bees, but I don't know very much about the birds and the bees. Everything I do know I had to teach myself on the Internet, because I don't have anyone to ask. For example, I know that you give someone a blowjob by putting your penis in their mouth.
Jonathan Safran Foer
#10. Empty Spaces:
After his father died he carried his life more gently & left an empty space for the birds & other creatures.
Brian Andreas
#11. I found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it ourselves.
Ross Macdonald
#12. Travel, leave everything, copy the birds. The home is one of civilization's sadnesses.
Gustave Flaubert
#13. The shots had dispersed the birds; there remained only two marabous, standing between ten and twenty paces away and plunged in reverie. They were like two old men with bald heads pressed between the shoulders.
Henryk Sienkiewicz
#14. Wait, wait," Gaius cut in, his grin mischievous. "Before we go any further. I must make introductions. Keita, this is Kachka Shestakova of the - "
"Do not," the She-dragon roared, startling the birds from the trees, and the men training nearby, "again bore me with those ridiculously long names!
G.A. Aiken
#15. All the birds had flown away, save only the great, grotesque penguins.
H.P. Lovecraft
#16. We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can't see the stars at night.
Thomas Berry
#17. Let youth cherish sleep, the happiest of earthly boons, while yet it is at its command; for there cometh the day to all when "neither the voice of the lute nor the birds" shall bring back the sweet slumbers that fell on their young eyes as unbidden as the dews.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
#18. So," Herbalist said with a smile, "you can't dance or chew meat. But if you can hear the birds sing and watch the wind in the leaves, then you still have much pleasure left.
Lois Lowry
#19. Birds are so much wiser than we! A robin builds a nest for robins. A seagull builds a nest for seagulls. They don't copy each other - or build themselves nests as described in The Birds' Decorating Magazine.
Dorothy Draper
#20. David Copperfield from head to foot! Calls a house a rookery when there's not a rook near it, and takes the birds on trust, because he sees the nests!
Charles Dickens
#21. Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.
Kami Garcia
#22. The sky is my prayer, the birds are my prayer, the wind in the trees is my prayer, for God is all in all.
Thomas Merton
#23. He arrived to find that she'd left, discovering then that he was all alone. Even the birds had gone. They'd abandoned their nest on the windowsill, and he was somehow certain that they'd never come back.
Matthew Norman
#24. They passed out of the shade beneath the eaves and flew into sunglare and silence and it was an action she only partly saw, elusive and mutely beautiful, the birds so sunstruck they were consumed by light, disembodied, turned into something sheer and fleet and scatter-bright.
Don DeLillo
#25. And I can't help thinking of the birds here - how they disappear in the wintertime, heading south for food and warmth and shelter. Heading south to stay alive . . . passing us on the way
Jacqueline Woodson
#26. Freedom is the basic condition for you to touch life, to touch the blue sky, the trees, the birds, the tea, and the other person.
Nhat Hanh
#27. All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I.
Li Bai
#28. I sit in my tree I sing like the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.
David Almond
#29. Love could be cruel, and toxic, and overpowering. Love could jab you in the heart and leave you dry, but love could also make the birds sing louder, make the music sound lovelier, and make the wind blow sweeter.
Lyra Parish
#30. So many leaves have fallen on my life. Some settled nicely to rest, but most fell, withered to bitter cold and drifted on. But, after all that, I would brave all the coldness of humanity again for the sight of a few more beautiful yellow leaves falling on Aspen, and the birds....
E.S. Lehman
#31. I know there will be spring, as surely as the birds know it when they see above the snow two tiny, quivering green leaves. Spring cannot fail us.
Olive Schreiner
#32. It is winter time! Feed the birds! Teach your children to feed the birds! Request your neighbour to feed the birds! Encourage your friends to feed the birds!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#33. Each day the sun shone, the birds lingered, though the trees were turning, purely out of habit, and their rose and yellow and rust looked strange and beautiful above the brilliant green grass.
Elizabeth Enright
#34. In the meantime, relax. Take a break. Look at the clouds. Listen to the wind. Let the birds do the heavy lifting. A
Richard Louv
#35. In the marvelous month of May when all the buds were bursting, then in my heart did love arise. In the marvelous month of May when all the birds were singing, then did I reveal to her my yearning and longing.
Heinrich Heine
#36. You get no writing done at all if you sit at a table with a view. You'd spent the whole time watching the birds or thinking about what you would like to be doing out of doors, instead of flogging yourself to work out of sheer boredom.
Mary Stewart
#37. I do love one-upmanship sometimes, like when you see kids breakdancing and who can do the best tricks. It's common, it's in our nature as animals, like the birds of paradise who've got the best feathers and that sort of stuff. But it's fun when it's impulsive and it's about fun.
Bjork
#38. Lonely trees are not lonely; they have their eternal companies: Songs of the birds; shadows of the clouds; lights of the Moon; whispers of the winds ... Lonely trees are not lonely!
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#39. Lizards of every temper, style, and color dwell here, seemingly as happy and companionable as the birds and squirrels.
John Muir
#40. Mint-street and Kent-street--those old plague-spots that disgrace and disfigure the fair face of the Borough of Southwark--teem with blackguardism and vice; but here, too, you find that the birds who here flock are strictly of a feather. Cow-cross,
Henry Mayhew
#41. I heard it on the wind. I heard it from the birds. I felt it in the sunlight.
Sherman Alexie
#42. You only need to walk in mindfulness, making peaceful, happy steps on our planet. Breathe deeply, and enjoy your breathing. Be aware that the sky is blue and the birds' songs are beautiful. Enjoy being alive and you will help the living Christ and the living Buddha continue for a long, long time.
Nhat Hanh
#43. The birds of night peck at the first stars
that flash like my soul when I love you.
Pablo Neruda
#44. I know'd my name to be Magwitch, chrisen'd Abel. How did I know it? Much as I know'd the birds' names in the hedges to be chaffinch, sparrer, thrush. I might have thought it was all lies together, only as the birds' names come out true, I suppose mine did.
Charles Dickens
#45. I could charm the birds out of everyone's trees but his
Carrie Fisher
#46. Rain is a blessing when it falls gently on parched fields, turning the earth green, causing the birds to sing.
Donald Worster
#47. As a kid in Africa, you were so connected to nature itself because you went farming, watched the moon out at night, observed how the sky was different, and how the birds chanted different songs in the evening and the morning.
Ishmael Beah
#48. Every life has peaks and shadows and times when it seems that the birds don't sing and bells don't ring. Yet in spite of discouragement and adversity, those who are happiest seem to have a way of learning from difficult times, becoming stronger, wiser, and happier as a result.
Joseph B. Wirthlin
#49. I continue to handpick the beetles, mosquitoes feast on me, birds eat the mosquitoes, something else eats the birds, and so on up and down the biotic pyramid.
William F. Longgood
#50. [I]t was [Barnett] Newman who made the famously wry remark, Aesthetics is for the artist as ornithology is for the birds,
Ross Wetzsteon
#51. My grandfather was a giant of a man ... When he walked, the earth shook. When he laughed, the birds fell out of the trees. His hair caught fire from the sun. His eyes were patches of sky.
Eth Clifford
#52. Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.
Vladimir Nabokov
#53. We are like the birds. We adapt. We sing.
David Byrne
#54. Like a red morn that ever yet betokened,
Wreck to the seaman, tempest to the field,
Sorrow to the shepherds, woe unto the birds,
Gusts and foul flaws to herdmen and to herds.
William Shakespeare
#55. You must hear the birds song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
#56. You would not think that birds who have no brain at all could become so friendly. I swear some of them are more intelligent than many humans, but that says more about our fellow beings than it does about the birds.
Elizabeth Aston
#57. You see only the beautiful things when you stand still. You only see things that you don't ordinarily notice. The birds are the prettiest things, I imagine.
Heather O'Neill
#58. We Anhedonians have adapted to long periods between good news. Our national animal is the hope camel. We have no national bird. All the birds are dead.
Colson Whitehead
#59. Another thing I like to do is sit back and take in nature. To look at the birds, listen to their singing, go hiking, camping and jogging and running, walking along the beach, playing games and sometimes being alone with the great outdoors. It's very special to me.
Larry Wilcox
#60. I write as the birds sing, because I must, and usually from the same source of inspiration.
Gene Stratton-Porter
#61. It's beautiful, as long as you concentrate on the landscape and the birds, because everything man-made there is ugly.
Mario Vargas-Llosa
#62. Our followers are like bees which live among birds. None of the birds recognize the bees because of their small size and weakness. They would not treat them this way if they realized that these very small bees can carry honey which is very valuable in their stomachs.
Hazrat Ali Ibn Abu-Talib A.S
#63. I told him that I had at first, when I had to go out to work so young, but I was used to it now and I didn't feel lonely. There were always the birds and the animals in the bush. "They are like music to me.
Albert B. Facey
#64. The athletes were treated to a thunderous show that culminated in the release of twenty thousand doves. As the birds circled in panicked confusion, cannons began firing, prompting the birds to relieve themselves over the athletes. With each report, the birds let fly.
Laura Hillenbrand
#65. Now the birds & trees & the moroccan kitties are my muse.
Craig Thompson
#66. Four geological eras had to pass so that human beings would be able to outsing the birds and die for love.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
#67. Listening to the birds tells you different things about a place. I heard bird sounds I'd never heard before. I heard street sounds and country sounds and city sounds that are very different from what it is I'm used to and I get very fascinated about how that marks a place.
Matana Roberts
#68. The birds looked upon me as nothing but a man, quite a trifling creature without wings - and they would have nothing to do with me. Were it not so I would build a small cabin for myself among their crowd of nests and pass my days counting the sea waves.
Rabindranath Tagore
#69. The eggers destroy all the eggs that are sat upon, to force the birds to lay fresh eggs, and by robbing them regularly compel them to lay until nature is exhausted, and so but few young ones are raised.
John James Audubon
#71. It is one thing to have a mind that is open. It is quite another to have one so open that the birds can shit into it.
Oliver Bowden
#72. We both loved the birds and animals and plants. We both felt far happier out of doors. I felt a peace in nature that I could never find in the human world, as you know.
Tracy Rees
#73. It had been raining for weeks. Maybe months. He had forgotten the last day that it hadn't rained, when the storms gave way to the pale blue of the Gulf sky, when the birds flew and the clouds were white and sunshine glistened across the drenched land.
Michael Farris Smith
#74. I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn't heartless. She was only aware of things which I didn't learn till so many decades had passed. She knew secrets that only suffering can teach ...
Anne Rice
#75. One by one and then together the birds chanted, warbled, whistled, and cooed, like a rare desert plant bursting into life after the rain.
Mike Bond
#76. I think penguins are the most human of all the birds, which may be why people love them. They're cute, they stand upright and they look like they're wearing tuxedos.
Shia Labeouf
#77. It was as if the birds were caught in the repetition of some primal trauma, stuck between what they had and what they wanted.
Garth Risk Hallberg
#78. Few of the birds that Aemon had sent off had returned as yet. One reached Stannis, though. One found Dragonstone, and a king who still cared.
George R R Martin
#79. Isn't it amazing how we always have to put our mark on things? And how, from the natural world, we find evidence over and over again that reminds us, not so much of the birds, but of our own stories and our own kinds of art?
Rosamond Purcell
#80. Take whatever cause for outward happiness you might have and take it within yourself, so that, if the sun should go out, you will not be any less happy; if the birds stop singing you will not be any less happy.
Goswami Kriyananda
#81. Three things to never leave home without: your keys, birdseed for the birds, and your mala beads to chant through difficulties.
Sharon Gannon
#82. The sun rises, the sun falls, the wind blows and the birds sing no matter where you are. These are experiences that unite us all... something we can all enjoy together
Melanie Charlene
#83. Self-realization doesn't imply loss, gain, even transition; it's only a settling. The separate sounds on the beach, the birds, the waves, the wind. They all come together again, they blend, they harmonize.
Frederick Lenz
#84. I sent a message in the wind, when the birds sang their song. And when you went to sleep last night, I told the moon, "Shine all night long". Just wanted you to talk to me, and I know it's been a while. And to answer your uestion, you are still my child.
Mary Mary
#85. We want to know what our self is. We are the sky. Our thoughts are the birds that come and go. You can enjoy the birds and their beauty, but it is the sky that lasts.
Frederick Lenz
#86. If the birds sing, the nudes are not far off.
John Hawkes
#87. It is far easier to launch oneself from a high place in the hope of sprouting wings, than it is to write a book. Yet once you've mastered it, you will be soaring higher than the birds.
Harrison Davies
#88. Jesus used the carefree attitude of the birds to underscore the fact that worrying is unnatural. I am learning in my own life, day by day, to keep my mind centered on Christ.
Billy Graham
#89. Rain, rain falling down
Down, down on the gound
All the birds go in the trees
They don't like the rain, you see.
Lynda Mullaly Hunt
#90. The kingdom of God is like a mustard seed, beginning as the smallest of seeds but growing until the birds of the air make their nests therein. There are old worlds and new ones. There are earthy worlds and cyber worlds. But one truth remains the same now and forever, that Jesus rules them all.
R.C. Sproul Jr.
#91. If only we could always say our truths--if we could name the things that haunt us--maybe they could float up from us like the kind of helium that the birds would sip in the treetops. Then they would make us laugh and laugh.
Rita Zoey Chin
#92. Here's a trick to giving the birds-and-bees talk: You gotta do it in a car, so they can't escape. That's what all my girlfriends' parents did.
Martha MacIsaac
#93. You are the sun and the rain, the water and the plants, the birds and the animals. There is no such thing as 'nature,' apart from you and me. You are nature, I am nature, just as you are me and I am you.
John Lundin
#94. It was my uncle who taught me about the birds and the bees. He sat me down one day and said, 'Remember this, George, the birds fuck the bees.' Then he told me he once banged a girl so hard her freckles came off.
George Carlin
#95. 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
#96. Just ask the animals, and they will teach you. Ask the birds of the sky, and they will tell you." Job 12:7, NLT
David J. Brady
#97. My birthday began with the water -
Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.
Dylan Thomas
#98. Hear the birds? Sometimes I like to pretend that I'm deaf and I try to imagine what it's like not to be able to hear them. It's not that bad.
Larry David
#99. The birds do not like this camera," Sveinsson said. "So they fly over it and shit on it.
Elizabeth Kolbert
#100. The wind from the Caribbean blew in the windows along with the racket made by the birds, and Fermina Daza felt in her blood the wild beating of her free will.
Gabriel Garcia Marquez
