Top 100 Sky Birds Quotes
#1. When that small Siberian bird fell out of the sky over Gray's River, not once but twice, he brought with him the sweetness of chance in any place, the certainty of wonder in all places. And if that's not grace, I don't know what it.
Robert Michael Pyle
#2. The way of love is not / a subtle argument. / The door there is devastation. / Birds make great sky-circles / of their freedom. / How do they learn it? / They fall, and falling, / they're given wings.
Rumi
#3. A flock of small birds took off from the wall of the fort. They moved like a length of dark silk caught by the breeze as they headed out to sea. Behind them, the sky was the colour of forget-me-nots. The sun blazed.
Sara Sheridan
#4. Here is a book so dull that a whirling dervish could read himself to sleep with it. If you were to recite even a single page in the open air, birds would fall out of the sky and dogs drop dead.
Clive James
#5. ... I keep looking for one more teacher, only to find that fish learn from the water and birds learn from the sky. (p.275)
Mark Nepo
#6. There were birds in the sky, but I never saw them winging, No I never saw them at all, Until there was you.
Meredith Willson
#7. The time will come, when thou shalt lift thine eyes To watch a long-drawn battle in the skies. While aged peasants, too amazed for words, Stare at the flying fleets of wondrous birds.
Thomas Gray
#8. 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
#9. We're flying free like birds in the sky, because we're ALIVE.
Jessie J.
#10. 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
#11. When April winds Grew soft, the maple burst into a flush Of scarlet flowers. The tulip tree, high up, Opened in airs of June her multiple OF golden chalices to humming birds And silken-wing'd insects of the sky.
William C. Bryant
#12. 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
#13. I left them there for the flies and the birds and the sun and the wind. In the silence outside the Tour du Silence, I left them. Where the faceless dead faced the sky, I left them there at the center of the world.
Rick Yancey
#14. No bird in a cage has ever come to know what the mountain winds feel like, by staring at the free flying birds, wishing that they would fall from the sky!
C. JoyBell C.
#15. 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
#16. Out of the sky, the birds, the parrots, the bells, silk, cloth, and drums, out of Sundays dancing, children's words and love words, out of love for the little fists of children, I will build a world, my world with round shoulders.
Aime Cesaire
#17. Books. They tumbled from the bleeding sky like wounded birds. The spines snapping open and the pages fanning white. Black letters slipping off the slanted pages and falling, falling to the ground where they ... Shatter.
Natasha Mostert
#18. The pools had been written onto the fields by the rain. The pools were a magic worked by the rain, just as the tumbling of the black birds against the grey was a spell that the sky was working and the motion of grey-brown grasses was a spell that the wind made. Everything had meaning.
Susanna Clarke
#19. Birds have wings to fly in the sky; you have an imagination to fly everywhere.
Debasish Mridha
#20. A bird who wants to fly high will never frighten of sky
Kjiva
#22. The sun rose yellow as a lemon.
The sky was round and blue.
The birds looped clear water songs in the air.
Will and Jim leaned from their windows.
Nothing had changed.
Except the look in Jim's eyes.
"Last night ... " said Will. "Did or didn't it happen?
Ray Bradbury
#23. Yet there in the library, Hamish and I climbed the bright ladder of the body, as if it were sky and we a deafening. twisting flock of birds that could never fall to earth.
Regina O'Melveny
#24. Teach him, if you can, the wonder of books ... But also give him quiet time to ponder the eternal mystery of birds in the sky, bees in the sun, and the flowers on a green hillside,
Malala Yousafzai
#25. 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
#26. Below birds crossing the lake of the sky
and purple martins on power lines, down
to the trees and one thing my brother said
that stays with me from Long Island to Vermont,
something about trees being conductors
of spirit ...
Anne Marie Macari
#27. I would that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea!
We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fadeand flee;
And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky,
Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die.
William Butler Yeats
#28. I dwell no more in Arcady, But when the sky is blue with May, And birds are blithe and winds are free, I know what message is for me, For I have been in Arcady.
Louise Chandler Moulton
#29. Outside, gray clouds stretched to infinity. Were my parents and Mikey out there somewhere? I imagined them soaring like birds through the heavens, and wondered how, in a sky so endless, could there be no room for me?
Karen Amanda Hooper
#30. Birds Fly in the Sky, because they were never taught to Cry!-RVM
R.v.m.
#31. They passed lands that had no name, where fens of mirror pools stretched into unknown distances, thousands of fragments of sky sprinkled across this bastard offspring of earth and sea, lonely birds calling out over the desolation, and Yarvi breathed deep the salt chill and longed for home.
Joe Abercrombie
#32. The oldest woman in the village, Paciencia,
predicts the weather from the flight of birds:
Today it will rain toads, she says,
squinting her face into a mystery of wrinkles
as she reads the sky - tomorrow,
it will be snakes.
Judith Ortiz Cofer
#33. Magic birds were dancing in the mystic marsh. The grass swayed with them, and the shallow waters, and the earth fluttered under them. The earth was dancing with the cranes, and the low sun, and the wind and sky.
Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings
#34. Let my armies be the rocks, and the trees, and the birds in the sky.
Charlemagne
#35. So it is with children who learn to read fluently and well: They begin to take flight into whole new worlds as effortlessly as young birds take to the sky.
William James
#36. Where should we go after the last frontiers ?
Where should the birds fly after the last sky ?
Where should the plants sleep after the last breath of air ?
Mahmoud Darwish
#37. She was worshiping under the blue sky, to the jubilant chanting of the birds.
Jean Webster
#38. Everything move ... you wonder how it all knows where to go. Einstein wondered how birds knew where to migrate to. He thought they might follow lines of light in the sky. He saw everything as lines of light. That's how he was built. So we don't know how he moved, either. Any more than the birds.
Geoff Ryman
#39. What does it matter, she thought, if businesses are left unattended, if people are not always as we want them to be; we need the time just to be human, to enjoy something like this: a boy chasing ants, a dry land drinking at last, birds in the the sky, a rainbow.
Alexander McCall Smith
#40. The witnessing soul is like the sky. The birds fly in the sky but they don't leave any footprints ... [The] man who is awakened lives in such a way that he leaves no footprints ... He never looks ahead, he never looks back, he lives in the moment.
Rajneesh
#41. They say that in the hour before an earthquake the clouds hang leaden in the sky, the winds slows to a hot breath, and the birds fall quiet in the trees of the town square. Yes but these are the same portents that precede lunchtime, frankly.
Chris Cleave
#42. The Rio de Contas, a wide, almost delta-like river, was startling, a sudden big sky and a feeling of openness, and very bright. It was noisy with birds. The rain forest houses most of the earth's plant and animal population. I hadn't anticipated it would be so loud.
Bill Buford
#43. The birds disturbed from the network of waterways beneath the barges wheeled in the sky, calling plaintively.
Iain M. Banks
#44. Birds are everywhere in our literature, a part, it seems, of our collective poetic imagination. If writing a beautiful line of poetry fills a poet's heart with joy, imagine how that same poet's soul must take flight at the sight of swallows soaring through the evening sky!
Lynn Thomson
#45. There's nothing in this world that is ever truly decided. Birds sometimes fall out of the sky, and sometimes it snows in April. Everything is uncertain, nothing is 'unnatural.
Kouhei Kadono
#46. She went back down to the garden, feeling like a queen, hearing the birds sing - this was in winter - seeing the sky all golden, the sun in the trees, flowers among the shrubs, bewildered, wild, giddy with inexpressible rapture.
Victor Hugo
#47. The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by. As if they loved to breast the breeze that sweeps the cool clear sky.
William C. Bryant
#48. He whose inflowing thoughts are dried up, who is unattached to food, whose dwelling place is an empty and imageless release - the way of such a person is hard to follow, like the path of birds through the sky.
Gautama Buddha
#49. Look around you ... Feel the wind, smell the air. Listen to the birds and watch the sky. Tell me what's happening in the wide world.
Nancy Farmer
#50. Each moment you are alive is a gem, shining through and containing earth and sky, water and clouds. It needs you to breathe gently for the miracles to be displayed. Suddenly you hear the birds singing, the pines chanting, see the flowers blooming, the blue sky, the white clouds ...
Thich Nhat Hanh
#51. Birds fly in the sky without the fear of fall. We too must have the COURAGE to take Risks and grow tall.-RVM
R.v.m.
#53. Whisking through the clouds as the birds pass by
Ignoring all the storms that try to ruin the sky
Chasing the setting sun
Forever
And ever
Never let the day be done
No never
Never
Shannon Messenger
#54. Like a child standing in a beautiful park with his eyes shut tight, there's no need to imagine trees, flowers, deer, birds, and sky; we merely need to open our eyes and realize what is already here, who we already are - as soon as we stop pretending we're small or unholy.
Bo Lozoff
#55. People don't alter history any more than birds alter the sky, they just make brief patterns in it.
Terry Pratchett
#56. All nature mourns, the skies relent in showers; hushed are the birds, and closed the drooping flowers.
Alexander Pope
#57. Birds chirped and hawked in the distance. A group of them, maybe vultures, circled the sky. Rae glanced at the blanket. Those damn birds could probably smell Marissa, and the second everyone left, they'd pounce on her.
Yawatta Hosby
#58. As I lay stretched upon the beach of Nice, I began to feel hatred for birds which flew back and forth across my blue sky, cloudless sky, because they tried to bore holes in my greatest and most beautiful work.
Yves Klein
#59. The signifieds butt-heads with the signifiers
and we all fall down slackjawed to marvel at words
while across the sky sheet impossible birds
in a steady illiterate movement homewards.
Joanna Newsom
#60. Birds were created to record everything. They were not designed just to be beautiful jewels in the sky, but to serve as the eyes of heaven.
Suzy Kassem
#61. If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you?
William Hartnell
#62. The tree I had in the garden as a child, my beech tree, I used to climb up there and spend hours. I took my homework up there, my books, I went up there if I was sad, and it just felt very good to be up there among the green leaves and the birds and the sky.
Jane Goodall
#63. Instead of the birds of the sky and beast of the field, the gods were more than men because Man needed them to be, for what could the world be if Man were the best of all creatures?
Thomm Quackenbush
#64. Fly! There's a lot of sky out there for brave birds.
Matthew Quick
#65. When things fall apart, the children of the land scurry and scatter like birds escaping a burning sky.
NoViolet Bulawayo
#66. Birds in flight, claims the architect Vincenzo Volentieri, are not between places - they carry their places with them. We never wonder where they live: they are at home in the sky, in flight. Flight is their way of being in the world.
Geoff Dyer
#67. Birds that cannot fly high into the sky rejoice exceedingly and sing sweet melodies when they get to the top of the tallest tree on the highest mountain!
Ernest Agyemang Yeboah
#68. Once in a while, usually when Ewen wasn't even trying, he would solve a mystery, and that was a great and extraordinary feeling, the way he imagined birds would feel as they swooped across the sky.
Erika Johansen
#69. No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.
Bob Dylan
#70. Graham glanced up at the sky, which was pale and pocked with birds, the whole thing like a negative of yesterday's fireworks display.
Jennifer E. Smith
#71. No one would rather hunt woodcock in October than I, but since learning of the sky dance I find myself calling one or two birds enough. I must be sure that, come April, there be no dearth of dancers in the sunset sky.
Aldo Leopold
#72. There is some realm where feelings become birds and dark sky, and spirit is more solid than stone.
John Gardner
#73. Fish play in the water
birds play in the sky
ordinary beings play on the earth
sublime beings play in display.
Thinley Norbu
#74. I'm like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand Russell and Albert Einstein in that I have a respect for life - in any form. I believe in nature, in the birds, the sea, the sky, in everything I can see or that there is real evidence for. If these things are what you mean by God, then I believe in God.
Frank Sinatra
#75. How can land be owned by another man. Warns one can not steal what was given as a gift. Is the sky owned by birds and the rivers owned by fish.
Lupe Fiasco
#76. (In our city spring came from the sky, not from the soil, which was ruled by stone that recognizes no seasonal change. The change of the season could be glimpsed in the thinning of clouds, the appearance of the birds and the occasional rainbow.)
Ismail Kadare
#77. There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Neil Young
#78. There will be birds and if they write your name in the sky then you can get on the buses and if they don't you have to die on the floor.
Joe Dunthorne
#79. 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
#80. This was what Ditlev loved: ceaseless gunfire, ceaseless killing, flapping specks in the sky terminated in an orgy of color. The slow drizzle of birds' bodies falling from above. The eagerness of the men to reload their weapons.
Jussi Adler-Olsen
#81. The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead -
There were no birds to fly.
Lewis Carroll
#82. On a morning like this, fear is a blue sky emptied of birds.
Fran Wilde
#83. The birds of anonymity fly high above in our shared sky. Witness their beauty.
Truth Devour
#84. What I saw was just one eye
In the dawn as I was going:
A bird can carry all the sky
In that little button glowing.
Never in my life I went
So deep into the firmament.
Harold Monro
#85. The deep parts of my life pour onward, as if the river shores were opening out. I feel closer to what language can't reach. With my senses, as with birds, I climb into the windy heaven ... in the ponds broken off from the sky ...
Rainer Maria Rilke
#87. I'm not the religious-conspiracy-theorist go-to guy, particularly. But I think it's really kind of silly to try to equate birds falling out of the sky with some kind of an end-times theory.
Kirk Cameron
#88. Be the celebrators, celebrate! Already there is too much - the flowers have bloomed, the birds are singing, the sun is there in the sky - celebrate it! You are breathing and you are alive and you have consciousness, celebrate it!
Osho
#89. She decided to free herself, dance into the wind, create a new language. And birds fluttered around her, writing "yes" in the sky.
Monique Duval
#90. The birds fly in the wrong places and there are too many stars in the sky.
Anthony Horowitz
#91. Wind does not need translation. It speaks the language of men, of animals and birds, of rocks and trees and earth and sky and water. It does not eat or sleep, or take shelter from the weather. It is the weather.
And it lives.
Jessica Day George
#92. The birds in the sky can never great the king yet their beauty gives the king to stare at them endlessly, wishing to be with them in the sky.
Auliq Ice
#93. The sky and the earth and the waters and the things that are in them, the fishes, and the birds and the trees are not evil. All these are good; it is evil men who make this evil world.
Saint Augustine
#94. Okay. Sometimes the truth just lands at your feet in a lump, like a big, dead bird falling out of the sky. No warning...I stand there under the branches of the Honesty Tree. More dead birds of truth fall down all around me.
Gayle Friesen
#95. The sky is round, and I have heard that the earth is round like a ball, and so are all the stars. The wind, in its greatest power, whirls. Birds make their nests in circles, for theirs is the same religion as ours ...
Black Elk
#96. Headaches were like birds. Starlings. They could be perfectly calm, then a single acorn could drop and send the entire flock to the sky.
Erika Swyler
#97. Don't forget that birds with broken wings walking on the ground were once flying high up in the sky.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
#98. He growled. The noise echoed through the area. Birds flew from the trees. They appeared like dark dots in the starry sky.
Kenya Wright
#99. the one of insane geometries, of orange lightning, of fire that rained from trees like leaves falling, of the birds rising from the water their impossibly pure white wings spreading across the burning sky. As
Douglas Clegg
#100. I am fascinated by air. If you remove the air from the sky, all the birds would fall to the ground. And all the planes, too.
Jean-Claude Van Damme
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