The Yellow Birds Quotes

#1. I am reading "The Yellow Birds" by Kevin Powers and "Redeployment" by Phil Klay . Both Powers and Klay are Iraq War vets. Klay's stories are remarkable.

George Packer

#2. I understood that 'The Yellow Birds' would be a peculiar representation of the experience of being at war. I intended it to be so.

Kevin Powers

#3. I actually live very, very simply.

Jonathan Rhys Meyers

#4. Because of her, he had learned to look for the birds - the darting flight of wild canaries (yellow sun on yellow wings), the chesty preening of redbirds and bluebirds, the blackbird with the red-tipped wings like startling epaulets.

Terry Kay

#5. I had a migraine for about seven or eight straight days, and I was unable to sleep most nights.

April Winchell

#6. The call of the yellow-billed cuckoo of North America is often mistaken for a bloodhound drinking a bowl of milk. He goes coulp coulp coulp.

Will Cuppy

#7. Consider my Lover; the yellow church
of his skin, the clean wells of his ears;
How the notes of a song come to him
like birds descending on a power line;
How in his absence I am of two
throats
each of them cramped.

Cecilia Llompart

#8. Carnsarn ye for a pair of busted-down, walleyed, spavined ignorantipedes! Gettin' so a man can't even git ten winks on his own chuck wagon without you buzzard baits clownin' up!

L. Ron Hubbard

#9. Stray birds of the summer come to my window to sing and fly away.
And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.
O TROUPE of little vagrants of the world, leave your footprints in my words ...

Rabindranath Tagore

#10. It took ten years
In the woods to tell that a mushroom
Stoppers the mouth of a buried corpse, that birds
Are the uttered thought of trees, that a greying wolf
Howls the same old song at the moon, year in, year out
Season after season, same rhyme, same reason.

Carol Ann Duffy

#11. 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

#12. 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

#13. Everyone has a past, she reminded herself. If only she could have a good one. One that was exciting and involved pirates or space creatures.

Susan Mallery

#14. To fully accept someone or something, means that you understand yourself enough to trust your own judgement and intuition, with this understanding full acceptance is inevitable and the next step possible.

Nityananda Das

#15. The books leapt and danced like roasted birds, their wings ablaze with red and yellow feathers.

Ray Bradbury

#16. 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

#17. Stray birds of summer come to my window to sing and fly away. And yellow leaves of autumn, which have no songs, flutter and fall there with a sigh.

Rabindranath Tagore

#18. 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

#19. forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath

F Scott Fitzgerald

#20. Everything was so quiet, as if the silence was listening.

Anna Kavan

#21. I have seen people who practice yoga and Buddhism who are scared to death of the sorcery powers of others. This is absurd.

Frederick Lenz

#22. The major wars that the U.S. became involved in are all ethically defensible.

Liu Xiaobo

#23. Wild birds will kill exotic ones: the budgies and the lovebirds and the yellow canaries
escaped from their cages and hoping to get a taste of the sky
usually end up back on the ground, plucked raw by their more conformist cousins

Joanne Harris

#24. Poets and kings are but the clerks of Time,
Tiering the same dull webs of discontent,
Clipping the same sad alnage of the years.

Edwin Arlington Robinson

#25. I don't think anybody, actor or marine, is ever going to enjoy boot camp. It certainly wasn't at all enjoyable. Informative and educational, yes, but it was pretty tortuous.

Ashton Holmes

#26. ...[the birds] were the yellow of all yellows, the kind of yellow that every other yellow secretly wishes to be.

Redmond O'Hanlon