Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree, Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one, Yet knows its boughs more silent than before
Birds do not sing in caves, nor do doves cherish their innocence in dovecots.
Many birds and beasts are. . . as fit to go to Heaven as many human beings - people who talk of their seats there with as much confidence as if they had booked them at a box office.
The only birds I know about are the duck and the dove and the quail, birds that you shoot. You're not really supposed to shoot cardinals. I don't know if I'd shoot this bird. It looks pretty mean. This bird might pull a gun out and shoot right back at you.
You grimy as birds shittin' on the top of ya Fords.
There was very little art in my childhood. I was raised in South Carolina; I wasn't aware of any art in South Carolina. There was a minor museum in Charleston, which had nothing of interest in it. It showed local artists, paintings of birds.
Damned money! Alas! How many religious did it blind! How many cloistered religious did it deceive! Money is the 'droppings of birds' that blinded the eyes of Tobit.
If my opinion is of any worth, the fieldfare is the greatest delicacy among birds, the hare among quadrupeds.
Feathers predate birds.
I found myself wishing that we could live like the birds and move through nature without hurting it our ourselves.
Blessed be the Lord for the beauty of summer and spring, for the air, the water, the verdure, and the song of birds.
One must ask children and birds how cherries and strawberries taste.
My dreams tend to be like dog dreams. I'm usually so tired that I hardly dream at all. In a way, I do think that the zone one performs in - without getting too ooga-booga about it - it's like that moment when you wake up in the morning and you're emerging from a dream state but you're not quite up. Where are you? Can you hear the birds? Or is that the traffic? It's that zone in which I perform. It’s like one foot in reality and one foot in a dream state. I spend most of my life in that state!
My birthday began with the water - Birds and the birds of the winged trees flying my name.
Cruel birds, ravens, but wise. And creatures should be loved for their wisdom if they cannot be loved for kindness.
Birds never sing in caves.
Temptations, of course, cannot be avoided, but because we cannot prevent the birds from flying over our heads, there is no need that we should let them nest in our hair.
Birds are the most accomplished aeronauts the world has ever seen. They fly high and low, at great speed, and very slowly. And always with extraordinary precision and control.
I love puffins. They are small, round gothic birds, and their babies are called pufflings.
I've always been fascinated by flight and the freeness of birds.