Bird Quotes

“Love should not cause suffocation and death if it is truly love. Don't bundle someone into an uncomfortable cage just because you want to ensure their safety in your life. The bird knows where it belongs, and will never fly to a wrong nest.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson

“Not every winged Creature is considered a bird or a bat. Some wings are made of magic.

- Raani York – 2013 -”
― Raani York, Dragonbride

“If I were a flower,
humming bird would be my favourite bee
And If I were blind,
the light of darkness I'd love to see”
― Munia Khan

“Words, no matter whether they are vocalized and made into sounds or remain unspoken as thoughts, can cast an almost hypnotic spell upon you. You easily lose yourself in them, become hypnotized into implicitly believing that when you have attached a word to something, you know what it is. The fact is: You don’t know what it is. You have only covered up the mystery with a label. Everything, a bird, a tree, even a simple stone, and certainly a human being, is ultimately unknowable. This is because it has unfathomable depth. All we can perceive, experience, think about, is the surface layer of reality, less than the tip of an iceberg.”
― Eckhart Tolle, A New Earth: Awakening to Your Life's Purpose

“The winged beasts and angels know, that mortals cannot fly.
But how I flew to see the sun; a broken bird am I.”
― Craig Froman, An Owl on the Moon: A Journal From the Edge of Darkness

“You are Mr. Owl. I am Ms. Hummingbird. We may be came from different species but as long as you're a bird, I'm a bird too.”
― Glad Munaiseche

“I've changed my mind. I don't want to be a squirrel any more. I'd rather be a bird!”
― Erin Hunter, Moonrise

“When the weaver bird flies, nobody talks; when the busy bee flies, no one will make comments... But when a human being begins to fly, you begin to hear talks in the town such as "abomination!... where did he get the wings from?". Never mind! Your dreams are your wings, so decide to fly!”
― Israelmore Ayivor, The Great Hand Book of Quotes

“Wings can only fly
as long as the bird flies
Soul blackens when you
put on vestment of lies
White candle wax cries
for ignitable wick
Jealous people burn
to make your heart feel sick”
― Munia Khan

“LIKE MOTHER, LIKE LOVER

There is the mother
Who cooks too much
To feed her children,
And there is the mother
Who cooks too little,
Or not at all.

There is the bird
That returns to its nest
With just a frail worm
And feeds it to her babies,
And there is the bird
That kills its frail babies
Just to eat the worm.

There is the lover
Who argues that
There is never
Enough love,
And there is the other lover
Who argues that love is
All there ever
Was.”
― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

“But now let us consider the holes in our own bodies and into what these congenital wounds open. Under the skin of man is a wondrous jungle where veins like lush tropical growths hang along over-ripe organs and weed-like entrails writhe in squirming tangles of red and yellow. In this jungle, flitting from rock-gray lungs to golden intestines, from liver to lights and back to liver again, lives a bird called the soul.”
― Nathanael West, Miss Lonelyhearts

“A friend is a bird who can understand you and sing along with you even when you lose your voice.”
― Debasish Mridha

“Your world is as big as you make it.
I know, for I used to abide
In the narrowest nest in a corner,
My wings pressing close to my side.”
― Georgia Douglas Johnson

“I'm trying to keep you safe."
Safe as a porcelain bowl wrapped in cotton linen and boxed up. It would be a lie to say she didn't want to feel safe, or that Nolan's worry didn't leave her feeling warm and even a bit precious. But it also left her feeling trapped, like an ornamental bird kept in a cage, its wings clipped.”
― Page Morgan, The Wondrous and the Wicked

“Whenever the birds sing, I will remember you Claire. As long as the sun shines, I will love you. And when the sun darkens everything and the dead sky falls, I will hope to see life again, I will hope to see you. There was never much hope but a fool's hope and a fool am I.”
― Huseyn Raza

“A bush-warbler,
Coming to the verandah-edge,
Left its droppings
On the rice-cakes.”
― Matsuo Bashō, The Narrow Road to the Deep North and Other Travel Sketches

“I wish I were a bird. I’d fly all the way up to the clouds and look down on this place, and then I’d go far away and never come back.”
― Jason Medina, No Hope For The Hopeless At Kings Park

“All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her to memory. It got so bad that Olivia turned to her husband and said: "Has it happened at last, Gerald? Have I become a curiosity?”
― Helen Oyeyemi, Boy, Snow, Bird

“Bird has to fly with their own wings; we have to think our own thoughts, find our own destiny.”
― Debasish Mridha

“He had his eyes closed and
rocked himself so much that everyone thought he would
soon crash to the ground. And then it happened. He
crashed to the ground. Surprised, he lay on the ground
on his side, not sure what had happened, looking around.
Next he jumped up and listened to Matica’s singing again,
starting to rock himself once more. His eyes closed slowly,
his beak opened. And then he crashed to the ground a second
time. This time he kept lying down, spreading his free
wing up into the air and waving it to the tune of the melody.
Strange sounds came out of his beak. It was a grunt
but more than a grunt, as if he was really enjoying himself,
as if he would follow Matica’s words and would sing
or hum as well.”
― Gigi Sedlmayer , Connected

“It was as if someone had left
the bird there
as a kind of telegram
of feathers, oily feathers
that looked like they’d struggled,
shuttered a little before letting go
into flight
forever.”
― Kristen Henderson, Drum Machine

“Teddy shuddered. The idea of the sublime little bird being plucked from the sky, of its exquisite song being interrupted in full flight, was horrible to him.”
― Kate Atkinson, A God in Ruins

“Teach them the shame that tells the lie, “I am unforgivable,” when the truth is, “I feel unforgivable, but it was out of my control.” Never let them switch those round right or The Adversary will liberate them in a heartbeat, like a bird flying from a cage.”
― Geoffrey Wood

“When we hear the bird sing, it hears only how to love. (Quand on entend l'oiseau chanter, - Lui n'entend que comment aimer.)”
― Charles de Leusse

“When sighs are hypnotized by sorrow
Happy moments you need to borrow
From a little child or from a bird
Who has the wild freedom of soul: stirred!”
― Munia Khan

“A good quote is a beautiful bird! Wherever you meet with it, you will start flying with it!”
― mehmet murat ildan

“Once upon a time an Athenian princesss named Prokne was wed to Tereus, king of the barbarous Thracians of the north. When Prokne's unfortunate sister, Philomela, came for a visit, Tereus fell madly in love with the girl locked her away and raped her, then cut out her tongue to prevent her from telling anyone of the crime. Philomela, however, wove into a cloth the story of her misfortune. When Prokne, receiving the cloth, understood what had befallen, she freed her sister, killed her own son, Itys, whom she had borne to Tereus, and served the child up to his father at a feast--the vilest revenge she could think of. When Tereus discovered the truth, in wrath he pursued the two sisters, thinking to kill them, but the gods transformed all three into birds: Tereus into the hoopoe (a large, crested bird with a daggerlike beak), Philomela into the swallow, which can only twitter unintelligibly, and Prokne into the nightingale, which spends the night singing 'Itys Itys!' in mourning for her dead son. All these birds have reddish spots, it is said, from getting spattered with the blood of the child.
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It is interesting in our purposes because it shows in yet another way the great importance that clothmaking had in women's lives, becoming central to their mythology as well.”
― Elizabeth Wayland Barber, Women's Work: The First 20,000 Years: Women, Cloth, and Society in Early Times

“All stones are close to us. The last is behind us. (Toutes les pierres sont près de nous. - La dernière est derrière nous.)

(The Bird and its Sun / L’Oiseau et son Soleil)”
― Charles de Leusse, Fables 1

“Feeding birds means feeding yourself! Birds are part of nature and feeding nature is nothing but feeding yourself!”
― Mehmet Murat ildan

“The significance of a revolution will be known after the days have gone past us. When the children of the coming years wake up and like the albatross glide across the azure sky.The freedom to live a life of meaning and joy.”
― Avijeet Das